Unspoken Pleasure

How did he get them here?

He would have to have planned this well in advance.

Had Jake been thinking of me sexually all semester?

Our flirtation had been rather tame until last week.

Although I had noticed him checking me out on occasion… or at the time I’d been pretty sure.

Although I was dressed pretty nicely today, and was already wearing tan thigh highs, I knew I had to put these on… partly because I wanted to feel the sheerest silk there was in hosiery, and also because I felt compelled to have Jake see my legs in them (on the assumption they were from him). I also felt compelled to hint at my secret submissive nature that I always hid so well at work… although I wasn’t sure I’d hidden it so well from Jake.

I went to the staff washroom, removed my thigh highs and put on the new pair.

As I slid on the expensive hosiery I couldn’t help but feel a variety of things:

-rich and decadent wearing such extravagant hosiery

-sexy because the seam on the back really accentuated the stockings

-slutty because I was wearing these partly because they were a gift, partly because I loved hosiery, but mostly to impress a sexy young man who wasn’t my husband… or a sexy, black young man who wasn’t my husband… or rather a sexy, black young man who wasn’t my husband and was hopefully very well endowed.

I shook my head at my naughty thoughts and felt wetness leaking into my thong… the only one I owned and one I hadn’t worn in years, but had chosen to wear today… for him… for Jake… even though I had no intention of doing anything more than flirt flamboyantly … I think.

I caressed my own legs, in awe of how silky sheer they were… unlike anything I’d ever felt before… and I wondered how expensive they actually were (something worth googling later).

Again I glanced behind me, admiring the sexy seam going up my legs.

I slipped back into my open toed shoes and returned to my classroom, and felt a rush of disappointment course through me when Jake wasn’t in the room.

However, when I got to my desk there were two coffees sitting on it, with a note. They hadn’t been there earlier.

Happy birthday,

I hope you liked the first present. Here is the second. The coffee on your right is your usual, the coffee on your left is black with some very SPECIAL homemade cream.

Enjoy!

I knew instantly what that meant. Jake… it had to be Jake… had added a load of his cum to my coffee.

Wow! That was brazen!

Wow! That was kinky!

Wow! That turned me on!

Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was being brazen myself, but without hesitation I reached for the special cum coffee, ignoring the other.

Truthfully, I couldn’t tell much difference in the taste between my regular black with two cream and this black with cum.

Yet, the taboo realisation that I was drinking cum… black man’s cum… in my coffee, in my classroom, on my birthday, was surreal.

It was the most exhilarating moment of my life… I was standing in my classroom drinking Jake’s cum!

And God it felt good… and I was doing it without actually cheating on my husband.

I was still drinking the cum coffee when Pam, a colleague of mine, came in wished me a happy birthday.

Although I wanted her to leave in case Jake came in, I couldn’t be so rude as to actually say so, and she didn’t leave until the bell rang and the kids came in.

I finished my cum coffee, still exhilarated at the rush of it and taught all morning in my sexy stockings with a belly full of cum.

The morning was great… little kids are so sweet… I got four presents and they sang an adorable happy birthday to me.

At break, a couple more colleagues stopped by to visit, again inadvertently flirt-blocking me from what I really wanted to do.

At lunchtime, my husband, surprising me, had ordered food brought in for me from my favourite restaurant. He was being sweet, and usually this would have warmed my heart, but today it just annoyed me… trying to buy my forgiveness from across the ocean for his absence on my birthday.

So I ate lunch with colleagues, visited and had a nice time… Jake joined the table for a few minutes before giving me a sly smile and leaving.

A smile that told me he had even more in store.

I excused myself a few minutes before lunch was over in hopes of getting a face to face birthday greeting from Jake… feeling like a teenager again… the flirting and the escalated stakes completely exhilarating even though I still had no intention of doing anything more than flirting… maybe extreme flirting, but still flirting… I think.

When I got back to my room there was a small donut box on my desk. I opened it and saw a note on top of a chocolate donut. Happy Birthday, Connie!!! A special GLAZED donut for you!!!

I couldn’t believe it. He had left on my desk a chocolate glazed donut with a load of cum on it. The cum looked fresh too, as if he had just jerked off and coated it a few moments ago. Gooey freshness!

This was even more brazen than the coffee. For one, this cum was clearly visible. For two, he was assuming I was the kind of woman who would eat a man’s cum off a donut.

I should have been insulted… offended… angry.

This qualified as sexual harassment… which made the act even more brazen and smug.

Yet… I was not offended.

No… I was turned on.

And hungry.

And curious.

And so damn horny.

And again, eating a donut wasn’t cheating.

So before I could change my mind and before any of my students returned to class, I picked up the chocolate glazed donut and took a bite.

And another.

It didn’t count as sexual harassment if you liked it.

I could taste his cum, slightly warm, which made me wish I’d eaten this donut the moment I found it. His cum mixed with the typical glazed sugar and the donut itself was an odd, yet yummy mixture that enhanced the taste of a donut I often enjoyed.

I was taking a third bite when Jake walked in… my mouth full of donut and cum… his cum.

“Enjoying the donut?” He asked with a knowing smile.

“Nothing is better than a chocolate glazed donut,” I answered after swallowing.

“Happy you’re enjoying it,” he said, walking up to me. “A lot of effort went into preparing this donut for you.”

“How so?” I asked, playing along, taking a fourth bite, looking directly into his eyes.

“I gently warmed the special glaze over a slow burner all morning before whipping it at high speed and generously coating the donut for that unique birthday glaze,” he said, now standing in front of my desk, not even pretending he hadn’t recently come all over my donut.

Once I swallowed the fourth bite, I smiled, “Well, I could go for a chocolate glazed any time.”

“You should see what it tastes like when you get your glaze directly from the source,” he offered.

“Is that so?” I asked, winking as I popped the rest of my cum donut down the hatch.

“Oh yes, it’s always better when it comes directly out of the oven,” he said, his metaphor getting weak, but his invitation still completely clear.

“I may have to try it that way someday,” I drawled, once I finished chewing.

“I highly recommend it,” he said, just as Allison walked in.

“Highly recommend what?” Allison asked.

Jake answered, covering like an expert, “A club called The Pit.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Is it new?” Allison asked, she also being a first year teacher and one who clearly had the hots for Jake. Before last week I’d thought her obvious lust for Jake was cute; now I was jealous.

Jake turned to her and answered, “It’s been around for a while.”

“I’ll have to check it out sometime,” Allison said.

Jake nodded, “It will change your life.”