She Flashes Male Teacher

I have been an English teacher for only five years at this high school. It is in a small town with a population of 16,000 people. My name is Marc Carson (36 yrs.) and I stand at 5'11". To stay in good physical shape. I run 40 minutes on my treadmill. Three times a week. I weigh 170 lbs. That's five pounds off my high school weight of 165 lbs.

My family says I have not changed since l was eighteen years old. I have brown hair which has a natural curl. It reaches my shoulders. The curls fall a little over my eyes. I tie my hair in a ponytail when I teach class. It hangs freely outside school. Plus, I have a neatly trimmed mustache.

The high school grounds have changed a little bit. Since there is no longer a tennis sports program. The courts have been abandoned for three years. Wild weeds and grass have grown over them. The tennis nets are worn down too. The school has no funding to build new courts.

Many times. I stand on the covered terrace which faces those tennis courts. I smoke a fat cigar after each lunch. The terrace was built for teachers and students to watch tennis matches. I'm the only teacher who goes up onto that terrace. Students used to go there to smoke some "weed." They stopped after seeing me.

It is mid-October and the snow begins to fall. I wear a thick coat, gloves, a stocking cap and heavy winter boots.

One Monday during lunch. Marci (18 yrs.) stuck her head around the corner of that terrace. All she did was smile and wave at me.

She says, "Hi, Marc. I mean Mr. Carson."

I nod and reply, "Hello, Marci."

She quickly disappears.

Marci transferred to our school in her senior year. She's petite with shoulder length black hair. She has a slim figure (32-22-32) with a short pony tail. She got my attention because of her good english writing. Her big smile greets me each day in class.

The snow falls heavily on November 1st. As I stand on the terrace during lunch smoking my cigar. I look down at the tennis courts which are covered by a foot of snow.

To my surprise, Marci comes around the corner wearing a long black winter coat. It reaches her black boots. Plus, her hair hangs loose. She has on dark red lipstick.

As she approaches. Her left hand slides a cigarette into her mouth.

She says, "Hi, Mr. Carson. Do you have a light? Don't worry. I'm 18 years old."

I take off my left glove and reach into my coat pocket. I pull out a lighter and fire up her cigarette. The small flame is hot.

She says, "Thanks."

I answer, "Sure."

Her mouth puffs on the cigarette and the cold wind blows open her lower coat. My eyes look down and her left leg is seen. She wears a black-lace stocking buttoned to a black garter. My eyes widen as she covers up that leg.

Marci puffs on the cigarette, turns and walks away.

She says, "Later."

I reply, "Yeah, I'll see you in class."

As she disappears. I take out the cigar from my mouth.

"What the.... Fuck?" I ask.

All the rest of that day. I couldn't stop thinking about Marci and that lace stocking. Why is she wearing something like that to school? She looked so grown up, so hot and so sexy.

The next day in-between the 10/11 (am) class period. I quickly step outside my classroom to lean against a school locker. My head turns right and I do a double take. At the end of a dozen lockers. Marci leans back against an open locker. She wears jeans, a sweater and a stocking cap. Joe (18 yrs.) is the captain of the football team. His left hand leans above that locker. He smiles down at Marci. Her left hand rubs his solid chest.

As Joe talks and laughs. Marci's head turns left and her eyes meet up with mine. She winks and then looks back at Joe. I smile and walk back into my classroom.

I ask myself, "Is Marci teasing me?"

The following Monday. The snow falls heavily outside the large classroom windows. I correct student papers and can't wait for a break so I can smoke my cigar. I look up and my eyes search over the class of students.

My eyes reach Marci who smiles at me wearing a short skirt. She spreads her legs apart revealing no underwear. I see a thick dark bush. My eyes grow big with excitement. After a few seconds, I catch myself and look around the room. I don't want to get caught.

I looked back and Marci had closed her legs. She concentrates on her writing paper with a smirk. Thank God that I sit behind a large desk. My cock begins to grow under my pants.

Class is over and I tell the students to place their written papers on my desk. They all do before leaving. Marci finally steps up and puts her paper down. She looks at me with that smirk and strides away carrying her black winter coat.

Later during lunch. I stand on the terrace chomping on my cigar. The snow falls over the tennis courts. My fingers button up my heavy coat and then I shove my hands into the coat pockets. I lean back against the terrace wall and think about Marci. She Goddamn flashed me.

A few seconds later. Marci steps around the corner and I freeze up. I stare hard and chomp on my cigar.

She steps toward me with a sly smirk.

"Uh, hi Marci," I nervously say.

"Hey - Mr. Carson," she replies.

"Young lady, you flashed me," I say.

She steps even closer and looks up, "Did you like what you saw?"

"Yes, I did. But, I could get into trouble," I answer.

She replies, "No worries. I'm 18 and an adult."

Her hand drops a book and she kneels down on it.

I ask, "What are you doing?"

She lifts up the bottom of my coat and she slips her head underneath it.

"Hey Marci. Don't," I tried to protest.

Her right hand presses against my crotch and she rubs it. I fall back and lean against the terrace wall. I look to see if anyone is around. There is nobody.

The wind blows the snow over the tennis courts.

"Gawd-dammit," I say.

Marci unzips my pants and her right fingers pull down my jockey shorts. She holds them under my hairy balls. Then, her left fingers pull out my cock.

My teeth chomps off a piece of that cigar. It drops on the coat she is under. Then it falls to the ground.

Her warm mouth swallows up his cock tip. Her tongue begins to work it.

"Ohhh-Fuck.!!" I groan.

My cock grows fast as her lips slide down my shaft.

I spit out the cigar into the falling snow.

"Gawd-dammit.. Dammit.!!" I grunt.

Her hot mouth slides up and down my shaft as it becomes a solid 6-inches. As she slides back up. Her tongue circles my cock-tip. I flinch and realize that she's done this before.

I groan, "Ohhhh.. My-Gawwdd.. Fucking-Gawwdd."

I look out into the falling snow and it's a dizzy blur.

Her head bobs underneath my coat as her wet lips slide over my shaft slowly. It drives me wild as I jerk my head side to side.

"Ohhhh.. Gawwdd.. It's been so long.. Fuckk," say.

As her lips slide up to my cock-tip. Her lips clamp around it and that tongue circles wildly. My hips jerk.

I close my eyes and drop my mouth open in ecstasy. Both of my hands reach down and place them on my coat over her bobbing head.

"Ohhhh-My-Gawwdd. There-You-Go-Marci. Fuckk.. Right-There," I say.

Her lips slide up and down my stiff shaft slowly. I open my eyes and see the snow falling everywhere. It's like a damn dream which feels so good.

I don't want to cum yet. My hands pull her head out from under my coat. The cold winter hits my cock as it flops under my coat.

My hands pull her to her feet. She turns around and leans against the wall. Both of my hands unbutton her long winter coat. Then, I lift up her black skirt revealing black panties. My right thumb finds the waist band and I pull them down to the ankles. She lifts up her snow boots and I yank those panties over them.

Her legs spread open as I stare down at her thick black bush.

I breathe heavily, "When you fucking flashed me in class. Holy Fuck!"

She replies, "I knew you'd like it Mr. Carson."

My hands pull down my pants and jockey shorts to the ankles.

I step in between her legs.

We both kiss each other deeply and it's hot even though it's cold. My right hand strokes my stiff shaft and then I search for her pussy lips. My cock-tip spreads them open. I push my shaft up inside of her hot cunt.

We both kiss and moan. She wraps her legs around my lower back. My heavy coat covers my bare ass.

My cock pushes up fast and hard.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

She responds, "Ohh. Mr. Carson. Oh. Ohhh-Gawwdd.!"

"Yeah-Yeah.. Oh-Yeahh," I reply.

Her hands reach under my coat and wrap around my upper back.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

She screams, "Fuck-Me. Fuck-Me. Fuck-Me-Mr. Carson.!"

Both of our bodies are hot under my coat as I push as hard as I can.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

She says, "Yes-Yes. Fuck-Me. Fuck-Me-Good. Mr-Carson.!"

"Ohhh-Yeah. Yeahhh. Fuck-Yeahh.!" I responded.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

I scream, "Ohhh-Yeahh. I'm-Cumming. Cumming.!"

I push up one last time and explode, "Uhh-Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh.!"

My knees buckle but I still hold Marci up against that terrace wall. She kisses me on the forehead.

Our bodies are still hot under my heavy coat. But, I pull out my cock and yank up my shorts plus pants. She pushes down her skirt and buttons up her coat.

We kiss deeply.

The snow keeps falling over the tennis courts.

A few days later. Marci didn't show up to my English class. I asked about her and was told that she transferred out of the state.

She left her black panties on that terrace. I pull them out of my pants pocket and think about her flashing me in my classroom. Goddamn she was hot.

Wherever you are Marci. Thank you.