Teacher - Voyeur

Fuck, even that uncomfortable shift had me aching. I may die doing this, but if it helped, it would all be worth it.

“Lean back, baby.”

She nodded but stayed mostly upright, and I kept my hands off to the side until she gave me a cue that she wanted to begin.

The door opened to a couple looking like they came home from a date. She tossed her purse to the floor and flopped back on the couch, turning the TV on. The man sat next to her and pulled her into his arms. They watched the flashing screen for less than two minutes, but the casual portrayal of normalcy was all Hanna needed. She slowly relaxed one inch at a time until she was fully pressed against my chest, her head tucked back against my shoulder.

The couple in the scene made out, their hands roaming, the moment growing more intense. His hands cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, pulling a hard gasp from her.

Hanna squirmed against my lap, almost pulling my own groan from me. I took that as my cue to move my hands. I rested them on my thighs outside of hers, stretching my thumb to brush against the soft material of her dress.

As she watched the man kiss down the woman’s neck, tugging her shirt out of the way to suck at her nipple, I moved my hands to Hanna’s thighs. Other than a quick clench of her muscles under my fingertips, she relaxed, unintentionally rocking her hips back into me. I didn’t even think she realized she was doing it.

Each move I made, I held my breath, waiting for this touch to be the one that would have her turn and slap me.

I worked my hand down to the edge of her dress, biting back a groan at the buttery soft skin that greeted me. One hand rested softly against her hip as the other fingered just under the edge of her dress, moving inward between her thighs.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” she hissed without hesitation.

Dragging my hand up her thigh, I leaned down and pressed my lips against the thudding pulse in her neck. We said no kissing, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t kiss the rest of her body and taste her skin. She tipped her head to the side, giving me more access, and I took that as my cue for more.

I dragged my tongue along the length of her neck, making love to every exposed inch. I got drunk on the sweet flavor of her skin. Each kiss and suck had her relaxing more and more, her thighs slowly falling apart, making room for my searching hand.

The woman beyond the glass hiked her skirt up and climbed over the man. She wasn’t wearing any panties and shamelessly rocked against the hard ridge in his pants.

By the time I could feel the heat of Hanna’s pussy, the man had pulled his cock free, and the woman stroked her wet cunt up and down his length.

“Daniel,” Hanna breathed. “Now. Please.”

Until the day I died, I would never in my life forget the sound of Hanna asking me to touch her—no, demanding I touch her.

Still moving slowly, I stroked my finger along the wet fabric of her panties. She stiffened, and I stopped but didn’t pull away.

“More.”

And that was how we worked. If she would hesitate, I would stop until she whispered for more, and I gave it to her.

I tugged her panties to the side, finding smooth, damp skin. Her dress had ridden up to make room for me, and looking down the expanse of her body, over the beautiful crest of her breasts, I watched my hand move between her spread thighs.

When I slid my finger through her folds, she didn’t hesitate or freeze. She flexed her hips and thrust up, her body now begging for more when her mouth was too busy moaning.

The woman gripped her lover’s length and slowly slid down, taking all of him in one slow glide.

One of Hanna’s hands gripped my wrist, ensuring I didn’t move away from where I slowly circled her clit. The other had moved to cup her own breast, where my hand ached to be.

With each pass across her clit, she grew wetter and wetter. She thrust a little more. Holding my breath, trying not to grind against her soft ass to ease my own ache, I moved my fingers lower to her opening, slipping inside a fraction.

On my second pass, she lifted up, pushing me inside more.

“Daniel, please.”

The woman panted on the other side of the glass as she rode the man’s cock. Hanna watched enraptured by the control the woman was taking over her lover, and I let her have the same control to fuck my fingers.

“You’re so tight, Hanna,” I groaned against her skin. “So wet.”