Eileen and her hot neighbor enjoy her last free summer

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“Miss… ah… Miss Murphy,” he made a show of having to look up my name on the attendance sheet. “Would you care to stay a few minutes? I’d like to go over what you missed.”

“Of course. No problem,” I said, again blushing like a girl.

Even after the room cleared and we were the only two left, he just stared at me, his blue eyes dark, his pupils dilated.

“What are you wearing,” he asked, his head cocked to one side. He got up and walked to the door, looked out through the widow, then flipped the lock before turning back to me.

“What?”

“What do you have on under your bib shorts?”

“Ummm. My bikini?”

“Really?

“Stand up and show me,” he growled from where he perched on the edge of his desk, his legs crossed at the ankles, his erection clearly outlined under his khaki pants. I felt my nipples harden and a rush of wetness between my legs at his commanding tone.

I stood from behind my table and approached him. I reached to my shoulders and unfastened the bibs, letting them drop to the floor, leaving me standing in only my white string bikini.

“Fuck, baby,” he blew out a breath. “I can’t tell if I like this one or the blue one better.”

“This one does have some advantages over the other,” I said, my eyes dancing, enjoying the tease.

“Advantages?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, plucking the tie at my neck, letting the two tiny triangles of fabric fall forward, exposing my breasts.

In a flash he was on me, his hands caressing my breasts, his mouth against mine. He reached behind me to untie the back of my bikini top then his hands slid down to my hips and he pulled the ties there, I spread my legs and the bikini bottoms fell to the floor to join my bibs. I was naked in the classroom except for my canvas tennis shoes. He pulled me against him, one hand on my bare ass, the other wrapped in the hair at the nape of my neck. He tilted my head back causing my back to arch, his mouth went to my neck. I gasped and moaned as his lips explored down past my clavicle and over the swell of my breast, finding my erect nipple with his mouth, licking and biting first one and then the other.

He marched me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the teacher’s desk at the front of the room and I sat on it, then he released me and took a step back. He watched my chest rise and fall with each of my labored breaths.

“I am so fucking hard for you, baby,” he said, pulling a chair up to the desk and between my legs. “But I am going to eat you out before I fuck you. I want to taste that pussy I’ve been dreaming about for days.

“Put your heels on the desk,” he directed me and I complied.

He ran his hands from my ankles up to my knees and then back down my thighs before pressing me open. Unsatisfied with my position, he moved his hands to my hips and pulled me to the edge of the desk and then again pressed me open.

“You are so fucking wet for me,” he growled. “You smell like heaven.”

He blew his breath across my molten core and I trembled and moaned. He leaned in to me and licked me from bottom to top and I fell back on my left hand.

“Oh God, Scott! Fuck!”

His covered my opening with his mouth and he fucked me with his tongue while strumming my clit with his thumb and nose. I felt my oragsm building inside my belly and knotted my fingers in his hair to hold him against me. He swapped his tongue with his hand and started driving his fingers into me while humming a tune against my clit.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked and squirmed under his attention. “It’s so intense!” I giggled breathlessly.

I heard him laugh against me and I moaned as the pace of his sucking and humming increased.

“I’m gonna come! Fuck!” I cried out. I felt like my whole body shattered while he continued to finger and suck me through my orgasm.

I tried to push him away. My body was too sensitive against his tongue but he wouldn’t release me. I came hard a second time and he finally stopped tonguing me. My body felt like jello and I looked down into Scott’s face where he still sat between my legs, his eyes dark with desire. I flailed my hand in his direction and he caught it and pulled me up into a sitting position. I couldn’t help but groan; all my muscles ached.

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