I was going to blackmail him and hopefully have lots of dirty fun! He came back into the classroom, his big, red hands rubbing as if he was happy o...r something. He then saw me. I was sat at his desk with the laptop pointed toward him."So...What dirty thoughts have you been having..about me?",I gave him a re-assuring smile."I won't tell anyone, I promise, after all, I've been thinking about you too..." You-you have?" He started to move toward me... Oh god did his voice turn me on!"So what do. The jacket would be the next to come off, so I would be walking in a t-shirt, underwear, and my sneakers. Depending on my mood I’d find a place to sit and play. Wearing so little outdoors, my cock would be hard with excitement and it felt so good to take it out and gently stroke it. I’d pull my briefs down around my ankles, and slide my hand up and down my cock, enjoying the sunlight on my body and the feel of my fingers on my shaft. On more adventurous days, instead of find a place to sit I’d. We were talking in whispers like young lovers but formally. But slowly we started talking more frankly and she told me of her early marriage, her unexciting life, her dull husband, dull not simply in a physical sense. She had an M.Sc. degree but what was the use of it? She was not complaining, not blaming, but just being frank. And was a bit sad. She was not a woman who falls for anyone impulsively, even if she let me do all that in the toilet. You know what I mean. I felt nice that she trusted. The characters, names, and places are not based on a single fact.I wrote this to please an XH acquaintance; she is NOT on my friends list. She challenged me to write this story. Her challenge was this, it MUST be a lesbian love story, it could NOT include any narrative about sexual contact between a man and a woman, and although she said I could seek help in developing details of the story, I must write it personally (no ghost writer for me). And the final part of the challenge, I must write.