He drops the bag on the floor and trains the gun on her chest. She inhales. ‘I always like to call before I pop in.’ He shuts the door with his fo...t and drops all the blinds on her windows, shoves one open while muttering something about wanting a breeze. ‘You expecting anyone?’ ‘No.’ ‘Don’t be lying, did your lip just twitch a bit?’ ‘Fuck you,’ she says. She steps back, bumps into the back of her black suede love seat. His eyes dart to her hands. ‘Where is he?’ ‘Who?’ ‘That’s the thing, Mira,. "Is it? Hmm, I'm not sure," I said flirtatiously as I could see he was squirming in his seat a bit.Maybe this guy was really turned on by the idea, knowing where I was going dressed like this. This horny fuck was getting a hard on.As he looked away I repositioned a little in my seat so my mini-skirt was now revealing my little black panties. I even moved the seat belt in such a way to show a little more tit as the belt rested between them.The next time he looked over he just about busted a nut.. Sarah is the best teacher I ever had.Okay, that wasn’t strictly true. She wasn’t a teacher in any class I’d attended. I’d actually met her in the university library, when she asked me if I wouldn’t mind getting a book from the top shelf of a book case. I’m tall, at six-three, and she just tops five feet, so I was very happy to do it for her. The (Mis)Behaviour of Markets by Mandelbrot and Hudson, at least I think that’s what it was called. A thick, yellow book that surprised me at how heavy it. God, my cock was hard. But he was leaving it alone. He continued on with an incredible rub down. It wasn’t the activity that was so fantastic, but the position he had me in; totally vulnerable. In a place that was usually full of people. I knew we were alone…. But the feeling of being on display was incredible.When I was putty and completely willing to follow his lead, he grabbed my hips and motioned for me to move them to the edge of the chair. Doing that brought my knees up. Boots took.