Slowly, she undid the clasp of her black lace bra and sexily slid off each bra strap. Then, just to tease herself, she closed her eyes as she slid off...her bra and felt it slide past her puffy, quarter sized nipples.Visions of her teacher began swimming into her mind as she turned around to admire her massive tits on her small, 5’3 frame. She turned on her vibrator and began rubbing it over and around her nipples.Her teacher, Mr.Conner, was 35. He had one, full, tattooed sleeve and another. She was some 2 yrs younger than me and we were friends from school days. At beginning we were just friends and use to chat and flirt because I was not interested in relationship.Later as time passed we got more and more close as friends I would say and we started sharing everything about out life problems, crushes, bfs gfs and desires so this way sex talks also started between us and we use to ask each other question and all about each other. Like she use to ask me about boys and I used to ask. "What do you like?" This was new to me, a girl buying coffee for me. I know this is the day of modern, liberated, confident women, but I am still a southern gentleman, I usually pay. She completely ignored me when I offered money."I will have a decaf latte with skim milk," I responded, obviouslyto her amusement. "What?"She shook her head. "Find a table."After she set the coffees on the table, I asked, "Why did you laugh at my order, not manly enough for you?"After a brief pause, she answered,. It happened quickly but my mind freeze framed the view, tanned legs leading up to soft white panties and I am sure I saw the darkness of her pubic hairs through the fabric, ‘damn’ I thought. She sat back down typing more notes, this time keeping her knees together which I thought was a good move as I was still sitting there in my boxers. The got her stethoscope and asked me to stand up, I did as she asked praying that my now semi hard cock wouldn’t protrude too much. She checked my breathing.