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		<title>The dance</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 17:17:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had to close the store Saturday night.  Closing the store in summer isn&#8217;t too bad.  There is a little bit of light out when I lock the door, so it feels earlier than it is.  My trainee was there as well.  I swear she is more incompetent than the other woman that works there.  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bosteen.wordpress.com&blog=861423&post=481&subd=bosteen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>I had to close the store Saturday night.  Closing the store in summer isn&#8217;t too bad.  There is a little bit of light out when I lock the door, so it feels earlier than it is.  My trainee was there as well.  I swear she is more incompetent than the other woman that works there.  Her boyfriend came to pick her up from work and I ended up letting her go home early because they were so cute together I wanted to puke.</p>
<p>It wasn&#8217;t a big deal because I arranged Football Guy to come at closing.  He showed up right on time.  He had a devilish look to his eye.  However, I planned on the trainee being present so I did not plan anything special.  He was looking good, not in the traditional sense.  He looked like he was playing basketball and came to get me.  He had on a muscle shirt and mesh basketball shorts.  His clothes showed off his muscular body.  There are few things sexier than toned, strong arms.</p>
<p>I went through the normal closing procedures and walked back to my manager&#8217;s desk to put the stuff away.  While putting away the credit card receipts, an idea came to mind.  A very fun idea.  I pulled off my shirt, then called Football Guy to the back room.  I heard the storeroom doors open as my skirt hit the floor.  He turned the corner to see me standing in front of the desk in bra, panties, thigh highs and my heels.  He walked closer to me, his mouth open and finally managed to utter, &#8220;damn baby!&#8221;</p>
<p>My answer was simple.  I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to me.  I gave him a deep, wet kiss and pushed my hand go down his shorts to stroke his dick.  He grabbed at my ass lifting me to my tip toes.  I pulled back my lips and he released  my ass.  With a quick tug, I removed his shorts and boxers.  His dick looked so good but I wasn&#8217;t done with him yet.  I told him to sit in the manager&#8217;s chair.  He sat down.  His eyes sparkled because he knew there was going to be a show.</p>
<p>I began to dance for him.  First, I removed my bra and threw it at him.  He reached out with his hands trying to grab at my boobs.  I slapped his hands away.  His hands went to the arms of the chair.  I was going to use this to my advantage.  My hands went over his wrists and I bent over him, so my tits danced around his face.  He could of lifted his arms, he is very strong, but chose to go along with me.  He was attempting to lick and suck on my boobs, so I stood up straight.   After sexily turning around, I squatted down so my panty covered ass was up against his dick and began to grind up on him.  Football Guy sat back to enjoy the show.  I leaned back against his chest with my back and continued to gyrate on his dick.  He was keeping his hands to himself so I decided to take it up another notch.  Reaching over to one of his hands, I guided it to my pussy and started to rub myself.  His hand suddenly got a life of its own.  The other hand started to fondle my breast.</p>
<p>The lap dance didn&#8217;t take long to get me worked up to the point that I needed his dick  inside me.  My pussy was wet from his hand and feeling his dick up against me.  I stood up in front of him with my ass still toward his face.  I bent over as my panties were pushed down.  It ended with my ass in the air and legs spread in front of him.  There was the sound of a smack and then his fingers went between my legs and inside my pussy for the last time.  He took his fingers out when I stood up.  I at back as he held his hard cock upward.  Slowly, I lowered my pussy on him.  My legs were spread as I leaned back against him and began to move my hips.</p>
<p>Football Guy shoved the fingers that were in my pussy in my mouth.  I could taste my juices on my tongue.  My pussy loved being wrapped around his cock as it moved inside me.  He was kissing my neck and playing with my nipples.  It wasn&#8217;t enough though, I needed more.  I began to rub my clit with a free hand.  It took my breath away for a moment as all the sensations ran through my body.  Looking back, it was a little too much because my pussy quickly cummed.  It cummed hard.  I could feel run over the lower part of my ass.  The orgasm was fucking amazing so it was well worth it in the end.  I continued to fuck his cock.</p>
<p>I was getting uncomfortable in the current position, so I stood up to bend over my manager&#8217;s desk.  Football Guy didn&#8217;t miss a beat.  He had his hands on my hips and stood behind me in no time.  He punished me for all the teasing I did with my lap dance.   His thrusts were deep and fast.  There was the sound and smell of sweaty fucking bodies in the air.  Those cum filled balls hit up against me.  I needed them to send their creamy juice into my pussy.  I could tell from his thrusts that he was coming close to orgasm and started to talk dirty to him.  He roared as he had his orgasm.  A big load of cummed poured into my pussy.  I pushed back with my hips to milk every last drop out of him.</p>
<p>He pulled out of me when he finished.  I stood up and deeply kissed him.  There was cum on the floor from where it came out of me.  On my manager&#8217;s chair there was a big wet spot from my orgasm.   With my panties, I wiped up my pussy.  Football Guy and I got dressed and left the store.  I left my panties for the football player at his request.  Happy Humping!</p>
<p>Slut X</p>
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		<title>Business Affairs.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 21:19:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was feeling frisky today.  After talking about needing a new dick, I decided to do something about it.  I thought about where I could find some one new, then I got an e-mail from business traveler.  It hit me that there would be a whole bunch of guys out for lunch.  They are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bosteen.wordpress.com&blog=861423&post=273&subd=bosteen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>I was feeling frisky today.  After talking about needing a new dick, I decided to do something about it.  I thought about where I could find some one new, then I got an e-mail from business traveler.  It hit me that there would be a whole bunch of guys out for lunch.  They are out of the office, full of stress, and looking to relax.  I thought I would dress up in something of a business attire and go out for lunch.  I got dressed in one of my grey business skirts (kind of short), a light blue button down shirt with plenty of cleavage showing, thigh highs and heels.</p>
<p>I went down town about 1230 and found a semi busy place to go eat. I got my food and looked around for a good table to eat.  There were a couple open but I wanted someone that would be receptive to flirting.  I found one next to a guy, I would guess late 20&#8217;s, not married or not wearing a wedding ring.  He looked up as I set my food down and took off my jacket.  He tried not to look obvious when he saw the cleavage but it was noticeable.  I put my jacket down and it fell off the chair (I didn&#8217;t plan this) so I bent over to pick it up.  This time he got the rear view.  I started small talk with him.  He was talking back so I started to flirt with him.  Once he started flirting back, I knew I could have some fun.</p>
<p>I took a chance and moved over to his table.  This gave me the opportunity to do some hands on flirting.  I told him it looked like he was having a rough day.  He said something like he had better days.  He told me that he had a rough day ahead of him.  I said, &#8220;When I have one of those days, I find its best to get off.  It relaxes me.&#8221;  He had this look of confusion, shock and happiness.  He followed up with a question of where I would get off.  I looked suggestively and told him, &#8220;If its in the afternoon, I do it during lunch.&#8221;  He got a big smile, it could be the dirty thoughts he was having or the fact that my hand was on his leg.  He would ask more questions about how I would go about how I would relax.  My answers would become more suggestive.  He finally asks me, &#8220;If you were me today, what would you do?&#8221;  I gave him a big smile and paused.  &#8220;I would find a place to take the woman flirting with me, so she could help me relax.  I think a blow job in the bathroom would relax me for the rest of my day.&#8221;</p>
<p>At the end of my statement, I stood up and said, &#8220;I think I have to use the rest room.&#8221;  He quickly retorted, &#8220;Me too.&#8221;  I walked up to the men&#8217;s door and opened it.  If someone was in there, I would just say how sorry I was that I wasn&#8217;t paying attention.  Women can get away with that a lot easier than men.  There were no men in there so I walked in and went to the furthest stall.  The guy followed me in the stall and I locked the door.  He wanted to see my chest so I unbuttoned my shirt so he could see the girls.  I squatted down in front of him.  My hands pulled his cock free of his pants, it was an average length and thickness.  The size didn&#8217;t really matter, I wanted to taste his cum.  One hand was playing with his balls while the other held his dick.  I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock first.  I wrapped my lips around the head and took him into my mouth.  I worked his cock slow at first and sped up.  I was really getting into sucking him when he blew.  I was disappointed that it happened so fast but he had a good sized load and tasted good.  We parted ways, he gave me his card.  I don&#8217;t know if I will call him because how fast he went.  Happy Humping!</p>
<p>Slut X</p>
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		<title>My Calculus Teacher</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 06:04:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To begin this entry, last night and the whole Dan thing was a bust.  There wasn&#8217;t much to talk about.
Today, I was feeling particularly playful.  I went back to teasing mode with my calculus prof.  I wore a short skirt (the usual take panties off before class), heels and this low cut top.  I flashed [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bosteen.wordpress.com&blog=861423&post=68&subd=bosteen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>To begin this entry, last night and the whole Dan thing was a bust.  There wasn&#8217;t much to talk about.</p>
<p>Today, I was feeling particularly playful.  I went back to teasing mode with my calculus prof.  I wore a short skirt (the usual take panties off before class), heels and this low cut top.  I flashed him my pussy throughout class as usual.  I would raise my hand and ask questions just so he had to look my way when I wanted to flash him.  He has office hours after class, so I went to his office after class to prolong my flirting.  He turned the corner and saw me and only me standing outside his door.  We went in the office, I sat next to him.  I got my notebook out to ask my questions.  I bent over in front of him.  I could feel him looking down my shirt.  I leaned in when I asked my questions to give him more opportunities to look down my shirt.  I finished my questions and left.</p>
<p>I am so going to fuck the hell out of him.  If I have to wait until the end of the final to do it.  I will do it.  I will follow him to his office.  I want to be bent over his desk with his hands grabbing my tits as he fucks my pussy.  I want to straddle him in his office chair with my tits in his face and ride him.  I want to be laid out on his desk with my legs spread eagle with him fucking me.  He will be mine.   Happy Humping.</p>
<p>Slut X</p>
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		<title>Test for him and me</title>
		<link>http://bosteen.wordpress.com/2007/04/13/test-for-him-and-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 20:56:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Its been a couple days since my last post.  I know I&#8217;m a horrible person how could I leave you all alone to imagine the things I do.  Other than my one moment of weakness, I have maintained my lack of masturbation.  I think one time out of 2 weeks is pretty damn good.  Nothing [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bosteen.wordpress.com&blog=861423&post=51&subd=bosteen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Its been a couple days since my last post.  I know I&#8217;m a horrible person how could I leave you all alone to imagine the things I do.  Other than my one moment of weakness, I have maintained my lack of masturbation.  I think one time out of 2 weeks is pretty damn good.  Nothing notable happened yesterday, I have my boring moments too.</p>
<p>Today was a good day.  I was up to my normal bad behavior in calculus.  We had a test so I wore my short skirt with no panties for it.  I sat there the whole time with my legs open so my prof had a clear view of my pussy.  I finished the test early but sat there until the end of class pretending to do something.  I would look up every couple minutes and smile at him.  Those last moments when I was finished with my test, I was thinking about the last class I have with him.  I could follow him to his office and get him to fuck me right there on his desk.  I am getting off the point.  The class is done and those that are left over took their tests up.  I made sure I was last.  I couldn&#8217;t help but notice his very obvious hard-on.  This made me happy to know the result.  He asked me what I thought of the test.  I looked at him with a huge smile and told him I thought I did well.  I winked and left the class to find Dan for a lunch special.</p>
<p>I called Dan and asked him if he wanted lunch, wink wink.  He said &#8220;definitely&#8221;.  We found ourself in his car again at the same place as last time fucking.  A very productive day so far.  I have a somewhat date with Tom later tonight.  Hopefully, I have more to write about later.  Happy Humping.</p>
<p>Slut X</p>
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		<title>Two strikes your out.</title>
		<link>http://bosteen.wordpress.com/2007/03/28/two-strikes-your-out/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 19:02:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Screw those baseball rules.  I attempted my viewer after some convincing emails and it was a bust.  I won&#8217;t go into it, it was just a huge, gigantic disappointment.  Lesson of the day, leave things alone.
I had my favorite class today and I was giving my favorite prof a show.  I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bosteen.wordpress.com&blog=861423&post=29&subd=bosteen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Screw those baseball rules.  I attempted my viewer after some convincing emails and it was a bust.  I won&#8217;t go into it, it was just a huge, gigantic disappointment.  Lesson of the day, leave things alone.</p>
<p>I had my favorite class today and I was giving my favorite prof a show.  I woke up today with this intention.  In the shower, I made sure that I shaved so I was nice and smooth.  I wore this nice, short black and green plaid skirt.  I did put on some black underwear at first.  The skirt is so short that if I bend over I will expose myself.</p>
<p>Before calculus, I made a quick stop in the bathroom and removed my panties then went to class.  Periodically in class, I would open my legs and show my pretty kitty.  I caught him looking and it made me so horny.  Why do I do this to myself?  Then I took it a little bit further.  After class, people were filing out of the room.  I went up under the guise of asking a question.  I asked my question and while he was answering I knocked something off his desk.  I then bent over to pick it up in front of him.  I am unsure if he looked but it was out there.</p>
<p>After I was done with my class, I ran into Dan on my way to the library.  I showed him my panties in my bag.  He pulled me into a nearby empty classroom and shut the door.  Don&#8217;t ask me why, but I usually have a condom in my bag.   I put the condom on him and we had a quickie standing up in the class room.  It was so freaking hot, the first time I had sex at school.  We put the condom in the waste can, so someone will find a used condom.  I&#8217;m pretty sure it won&#8217;t be the first time it happens.  Over all a great day.  Happy Humping!</p>
<p>Slut X</p>
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		<title>Sexy Time!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 14:14:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night, I finally got fucked after 2 weeks.  It wasn&#8217;t my usual guy but someone I have been flirting with for about a month.  I was cleaning out my bag and I found his number at the bottom.  I quickly dialed him up and asked if he wanted to come over [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bosteen.wordpress.com&blog=861423&post=16&subd=bosteen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Last night, I finally got fucked after 2 weeks.  It wasn&#8217;t my usual guy but someone I have been flirting with for about a month.  I was cleaning out my bag and I found his number at the bottom.  I quickly dialed him up and asked if he wanted to come over to watch a movie.  He agreed and said he would be over at 9.  It gave me an hour to get ready and since my parents are gone until Monday, it gives me the house free to do what ever I want.  I changed into a skirt, no panties, a long sleeve shirt with no bra.  My nipples were so visible Hubble Space Telescope could pick them out.</p>
<p>Dan, the guy, showed up about 10 minutes early and I open the door.  It is cold out so my nipples perked right up.  I notice him look at them and it made me a little wet.  I don&#8217;t think he knew what I had planned for him.   I lead him into the family room and ask him if he wants any snacks or something to drink.  He wants a beer so I go grab one for him and me out of my dads kegerator thing.  I bring in the drinks, set them down in front of the couch on the coffee table and I put the movie he brought into the DVD player.  He brought &#8220;Borat&#8221; which I saw in the theaters but its freaking great so I have no problem watching it again.</p>
<p>I sit down next to Dan on the couch and start the movie.  It took me all of about ten minutes to get close to him and put my head on his shoulder.  I use the excuse that I am cold.  I put my and on his chest and then I see a bulge start to grow in his pants.  At this sign, I nuzzle up and little closer so he can feel me breathe on his neck, my hand manages to go down to his stomach.  I notice the bulge in his pants has grown.  I can feel his heart beating a little faster, I know he wants to make a move but he is taking forever.</p>
<p>I start to kiss his neck while I move my hand down to his crotch.  I start to rub his cock on the outside of his pants.  He starts to kiss me and his hands play with my tits on the outside of my shirt.  I guide one of his hands down to my skirt and underneath.  At this time, I am so wet its ridiculous and he finds my wet pussy with no panties.  Dan starts to rub my slit with his finger tips.  I take the opportunity to undo his pants.  He lifts his hips a little and I pull down his boxers pants and release his cock from his boxers.</p>
<p>I am stroking his cock when he informs me he doesn&#8217;t have a condom.  I had planned on this before hand and placed one in between the cushions of the couch.  I pull out the condom with a devilish look on my face.  I put the condom on his hard, upright cock.  I get on him looking into his eyes, my hand holding on to his cock to guide it in me as I lower myself on him.  I sit there for a moment enjoying the feeling of his cock in me.  He uses this brief time to lift my shirt off of me, freeing my tits in front of his face.  My body starts to slide up and down his cock, going slow at first to enjoy the sensation of his cock sliding between my pussy lips.  My eyes are closed as i ride him, my back arched with my head leaning back.  He is sucking and nibbling on my nipples.  I start to ride him faster, feeling myself come closer to orgasm.  I am so close to orgasm when he cums.</p>
<p>I was a little disappointed, but for a first time with him, it is incredibly good.  I wasn&#8217;t expecting to get that close to orgasm with him on the first time.  I get off of him and he is worried that I didn&#8217;t cum.  I tell him not to worry about it, we have plenty of time.  He removed his condom and I threw it away for him.  He got up and followed me to the trash can.    I made sure to bend over for him as I got rid of it so my skirt lifted  and he could see my wet pussy.   I wanted to give him some encouragement to get hard soon.</p>
<p>We are going back into the family room when he pulls me closer to him.  I can feel his hard cock between my legs as he kisses my neck and his hands run down the side of my body.  He pushed off my skirt and it hit the floor, i leaned over the side of the couch and pulled out another condom for him to use.  I could feel his cock slide up and down my pussy lips as he teased me with it. I rolled the condom on his hard cock, I wanted to cum so bad.  I told him to warn me before he cums.</p>
<p>I bent over the edge of the couch, my ass in the air.  He grabbed my hips as he entered me again.  One long slow stroke into me, it hit me just right.  I knew I would cum this time.   He picked up the pace as I felt his cock hammer into me, God it felt great.  I could feel his balls hit up against me as he drove his cock deep in my pussy.  It wasn&#8217;t long until i was on the edge of orgasm again.  Dan did not let up at all he kept fucking my pussy, the closer I got to orgasm I would move my ass back so he went in a little deeper and harder.  It wasn&#8217;t long until my orgasm came to me and i cummed so hard.  My cum covered his balls and running down both of our legs.  He kept going until he said he was going to cum.</p>
<p>I told him to pull out.  I got on my knees in front of him, removed the condom.  With my tongue I licked the precum off his tip and jerked him off into my mouth.  Tasting the warm, salty cum on my tongue was perfect.  I swallowed his load and started to lick my cum off is balls.  I could taste both of us on my taste buds.</p>
<p>He got dressed and got his movie.  I walked him to the front door, I didn&#8217;t even dress yet.  I hugged him, gave him a kiss, and he grabbed my ass and slid a couple fingers between my legs and rubbed my lips one last time.  He tasted me and smiled.</p>
<p>Fuck yah!  I got a real fucking.  I will have to call him soon for another one.  Currently, I should be in calculus but with my good nights sleep and orgasm, I don&#8217;t need the mental tease of checking out my prof.</p>
<p><strong>ANNOUNCING</strong>:  I am holding a 15 comment contest.  The person that gives me <strong>my 15th overall comment</strong>, will get the pic file of the one on my page and one from Halloween in my costume.  There is no nudity, just me in a blue bikini and my costume.  <strong>I would ask if you win, use it for your own personal things, not post it on some website. I would like to do this sort of thing again but if you are going to post it to some website, I don&#8217;t see another contest coming. </strong> If you think you are the 15 person, you better make sure I know how to contact you, or it will go to the next person.  Good luck!</p>
<p>Happy Humping</p>
<p>Slut X</p>
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		<title>I&#8217;m a bad, bad girl.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 22:52:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I hatched an evil idea last night while masturbating.  A little back story first.  On M, W, F, I have calculus and if you read one of my previous posts you know I love going there because the teacher is hott.  I was finishing my calculus homework before sleep last night and it got me [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bosteen.wordpress.com&blog=861423&post=14&subd=bosteen&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>I hatched an evil idea last night while masturbating.  A little back story first.  On M, W, F, I have calculus and if you read one of my previous posts you know I love going there because the teacher is hott.  I was finishing my calculus homework before sleep last night and it got me thinking about my teacher which made me horny.  I finished my homework got, ready for bed and was still horny.  I grabbed one of my vibrators and used it on myself to get off before sleep.  I thought of him the entire time.</p>
<p>After cumming, I started to think of my evil idea.  My classroom has stadium-like seating and my chair is roughly eye level.  My plan was to sit there with one of my shortest skirts no panties and flash him.  I know its not really original, but the TMI question about seducing got me thinking.  I have flirted with him endlessly and I have noticed him look at me as I left his office or look down my shirt at times.  I was doing it, no doubts or regrets.</p>
<p>I woke up today and got my shower, shaved to make sure I was nice and smooth, and got dressed.  I wore a nice white button up shirt with a green v-neck sweater, and my skirt.  I got to class early in order to make sure someone didn&#8217;t sit in my usual seat.  He walks in the room and gets his stuff ready for class.  I take an opportunity to see if he will notice now.  I open my legs and say, &#8220;Mr. X, can you go over a couple problems of the homework in class?&#8221;   He looks up , I noticed him stop for a moment.  I know he caught a glimpse of my exposed pussy.  He looks at my face, I give a coy smile, he says that he will.</p>
<p>Class began and I knew he would look up from time to time and check out exposed parts.  He was enjoying it, the evidence was in the slight bulge in his pants.  From time to time, I would ask a question to give him a reason to look in my direction.   At the end of class, I was so freaking wet and horny from him checking out my pussy.  I quickly made my way to the bathroom and masturbated quietly in one of the stalls.  What a fucking turn on!  I can&#8217;t wait for my next class.</p>
<p>Happy Humping.</p>
<p>Slut X</p>
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