Crowd Scene
I love crowds, don’t you? Some poeple hate them but I love the fact that you can get lost in them. And more to the point, I love the exquisite little treasures that can be found in them. Now I have a confession to make here: I am guilty of the kind of discrete little touches that no male lecturer would ever be able to get away with. But it all depends on how you do it: a heavy-handed approach simply isn’t going to work! I don’t grope my students in public; I caress them. The thing to remember about tender young female students is that physically and sexually they are still finding themselves. So if I were to “accidentally” allow my fingernails to brush against a well-concealed erogenous zone that she didn’t know she had (say, the base of her spine), this could have a profound effect on her future sexual development. She would look around amongst the crowd, filled with curiosity about who had dared to touch her there. But by now the culprit has long gone, and unlike men I am subtle enough not to leave a trail behind me. But there was one occasion when I didn’t leave the scene of the crime. It took place on a crowded stairway, and I was so entranced by this girl that my touch lingered for longer than is perhaps advisable. But I must have really hit her sweet spot because she turned round instantly, grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I then manoeuvred her towards the stair rail til she was on the edge, discreetly slipped my hand between her legs, and proceeded to make her cum while all the while making it look as though we were having a regular teacher-student conversation. I dared her to announce to class that the reason she was late was because a teacher had just frigged her off in a crowded public place, but I have no knowledge whether she actually took me up on that.
And speaking of stairways, here we have the delectable Dasha from the ever-exquisite Hegre-Art. She is portrayed as the Palace Goddess, and what a goddess she would make. Isn’t that a sultry look on her face? And there is something about her that just seems to smoulder; an effect that is highlighted by her erotic curves. But don’t just take my word for it; go and worship Dasha for yourself!