Thread: Meeting Mara (aouser66 / Madam Mim)

Hey, Elisaa, don't forget your homework assignment! Aiden called after a student with a voice that was chasing, the voice that chased a student who seemed both blind and deaf simultaneously as she hurried out of the door, rushing with her notes being stuffed inside her messenger bag. Alright... is what comes out defeated. Being ignored is something Aiden had begun to acclimate himself to in the recent months, well, at the least, being ignored by his students no less. So he does what any professor teaching a class of uninterested students would do, give out a big sigh before gathering his stuff, locking important academic materials into his desk and packing away some of the more important items, which included his favorite grandfather watch. He slings his backpack over his shoulder, shutting the lights off to the hall before leaving to lock the doors behind when, something seemed to have flashed in his mind, the word Lolita. Slightly curious, he scanned the hall and found where Mara was seated exactly that, a copy of such an erotically charged book. He must've caught a glimpse of the book when packing away but perhaps it didn't register because of thoughts of his wife. Some students, do, on occasion, leave things on their desks, but Mr. Steele just can't help himself, going on ahead in order take a look at that delightful piece of literature. Unprofessional, yes, but who would know? And he doesn't deem this to be such an extreme violation of personal space. In fact, it might even be better if he just took the book and hand it back the day after as while pretending not to have read the title. But as he picked the book up, he realized a very subtle gap, what could that be? Perhaps some of his classnotes were slipped in between? Though he still can't get over the fact that, surely, she wouldn't be reading erotica during the middle of his class? Opening the book, three polaroids were revealed, and their nature was such that he was almost being greeted with slaps to the face by the breasts of a raunchy, sexy stripper. Ahem. he cleared his throat unnecessarily as his eyes wander and feast on Mara's delicious curves, the way her behind shapes so wonderfully as she is bent over, the way her luxurious breasts teases so invitingly, held lovingly by a lacy bra that peeks out of her shirt... a bit of blood rushed into the phallus hanging between his thighs. Panicked, he took the book with him and quickly locked the door behind him. Yes, it's inappropriate to leave such raunchy polaroids around, but why is it necessary to take it home with him? How was your day honey? Rose smiles as she pours tomato soup into Aiden's bowl, delicious and tantalizing. But his appetite is torn from uncertainty and guilty. Sweetie, do you mind if I take some time tonight to go through some things in my study? he asks, sipping the soup mechanically. Aww, what's the matter? I want to feel you. she pouts playfully, though she doesn't persist as Saturday is merely two days away. Giving his wife a quick peck on the cheeks, he leaves hurriedly to lock himself into his study, click. Taking out the polaroids of Mara and placing them on his desk, it invites blood to return to his rising erection. What is wrong with her? he whispers as images of her inappropriate sexual session returns to his mind, one of which kept visiting him on his way home, What an irritating slut. he continues under his breathe, insulting his student perhaps out of confusion at his own mixed feelings. He doesn't want to feel lust for Mara, especially considering he's a married man. Without his consent, images of Mara's magnificent ass returns, but, this time, it returns accompanied by his own fetishes, which means, he had a flash of Mara's magnificent ass muffling his own face. Stunned and worked up, he hides the three polaroids, locking them into his study desk before, almost jogging to crash into his wife, kisses her full in an open mouth kiss while she returns in kind, ending with her mounting and pounding out his fun stick into the night... satisfied for now, but he saw Mara again when his big, strong cock shot thick, heated semen into his wife's tight slit. Mara, before we start, you left your things, I kept them for you so no one else would take them. Aiden speaks quickly, almost as if in a whisper the next day after having pulled Mara aside with his back shielding both Mara and the copy of Lolita from the class. The polaroids were not there. And Aiden did not maintain eye contact before he quickly shooed Mara back to her seat.