’ ‘But you just left me aching hard.’ I tried for an ironic tone in my voice in order to suppress a lurking whine. ‘You could touch yourself,�...� she said. ‘I like to watch a guy play with himself. Show me how you do it. Which hand do you use?’ She got that wide eyed inquisitive look. I looked at her. I was the professor here, as I recalled. This child had an agenda. ‘Show me,’ she insisted. ‘I want to learn how you like to be touched.’ I started slowly to stroke myself. Long strokes from the head. I felt my stomach tingle, my nipples hurt and my pussy get even wetter.“Fuck!” I heard; “look at those lips swell up and shine.”I knew that it wouldn’t take long. My breathing got heavier and I watched my chest and stomach rise up and down faster and heavier. As I started cumming I felt the convulsions in my pussy as it wanted something to suck in.As I started to calm down I heard,“Fucking hell, that’s amazing. No wonder you’re a stripper; I bet that you make a lot of money with an act like. Several days went by and I noticed whenever Andre would walk by he would smile and say hello to me and I would always return the smile. I always dressed professionally but I must admit I could never hide my figure. I started fantasizing about Andre, could he be as big as those men in the magazine? Were the things I read about their stamina true. I was obsessed and my mind drifted to thoughts I could no longer control. I started dressing a little more provocatively, shorter tighter skirts,. The elevator had reached the 12 floor, and I weighed the options. There was only one other flat on the 12th floor beside mine, and my neighbors are an old couple, who would definitely be sleeping at this hour in the afternoon. There was the very little possibility of anyone else being there as the door to the stairs opens only from the inside. The very thought of walking into my house naked, combined with my present state of arousal, I decided to do it.As a precaution, he stepped out before me,.