Under His Care - Love Under Lockdown

It’s as if he can feel my sadness when I look at him. His eyes soften and he speaks to me with kindness.

“Don’t let these things worry you. I am sure they are nothing more than rumors. The school board hasn’t announced or confirmed anything yet. This is just all talk from people that are scared.”

He sounds so soothing and confident that I believe him.

“You’re right. I’m sorry for being silly,” I say.

He smiles at me.

“You have no need to apologize, and you are not being silly.”

I walk back to my desk and grab my purse.

“Good evening, Mr. Winston,” I say as I walk by his desk to leave.

“You have a good evening too – and Stacey, I meant what I said about your initiative earlier.”

“Well, it’s easy to do a great job in a class that is so well behaved. They must have an excellent teacher.”

He laughs and says, “Goodbye, Stacey.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Winston.”

I hurry out of the classroom. I think about him the whole drive home.

***

I get home and change into my pajamas. As I lay in bed and get comfortable, my mind wanders to Mr. Winston again. I imagine we are alone in the classroom, and I’m leaning against his desk. He gets up and puts his arms around me, kissing me. I kiss him back.

The idea gets me so hot that I start masturbating in bed. I push my pajamas and panties aside to put my fingers inside of myself.

I stroke them around gently, going back to daydreaming about Mr. Winston. I imagine that while we are kissing, he slides his fingers up my skirt and inside of me. I love the idea of his strong, smooth hands fingering my pussy while I grind against his side. That’s one of my favorite things to do.

These fantasies make me so hot that I don’t want to take it slow. I slide my fingers inside of me, starting to go faster. I imagine that he removes his hand as I stare at him, breathless.

I love how he is playing with me. He gets down on his knees while I’m still sitting on the edge of the desk. He lifts my skirt up to my waist, pushing my panties aside. He smiles at me seductively before putting his tongue inside of me.

I imagine how that would feel; the thought of him eating me out is even hotter than the fingering, the thought of his tongue sliding around inside of me. He goes gentle, teasing me. I gasp in delight as he sucks my clit. I force his head deeper between my legs; he responds by sticking his tongue inside of me and licking faster.

I start to grind against his face, but he grabs my thighs to hold me still. That thought turns me on so much. He eats me out until I cum.

Back in my bedroom, I hold onto the thought of the way that feels. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about this. I imagine us doing that repeatedly; even in my mind, I can’t get enough of it. I’ve never done anything like that, but now I desperately want to be with him. I stroke myself faster and faster until I cum on my hand. I lay back in bed, relaxed and ready to sleep. I smile as I think of my little fantasy.

Honestly, I love going to the school every day, and being around the kids and Mr. Winston.

I can’t imagine my life without my job. I don’t want to imagine my life without it. Not only is this something I want to do, I have become attached to the people that I work with, though mainly just him. Two weeks of being away, of being by myself, is torture just to think about.

I think about what he had told me earlier that day. I seriously hope that those rumors about them closing the school aren’t true. I don’t know what I would if I do if I couldn’t see him or be with him. I put that out of my mind, reminding myself of his calming words to me. No need to get worked up over this again.

I pull the blankets up to my shoulders and close my eyes. I tell myself not to dream of him, but that’s silly, because that’s all I do.

After my fantasies earlier, I know I’m going to blush when I see him again. I hope he doesn’t notice it. I also know that I’m going to get very turned on by him. I can’t stop my mind from thinking these thoughts, just like I can’t stop myself from being attracted to him.

My pillow is soft and relaxing. I can soon feel myself drifting off. I fall asleep dreaming of him; I can hear his voice talking to me in my sleep. I dream again of his smile and his laugh when I complimented him. That was very bold of me to do that.