During the ten days Amelia was away, we texted constantly, despite the time difference. She would call me in the morning to wish me a good start of the day, and I would call her before going to bed. She told me about her meetings, and I told her about my school day. She seemed to have an important job at the company since she was given the responsibility of attending meetings with prospective clients on the other side of the country.

I am in my classroom, waiting for the pupils to finish an exercise when I see my phone lighting up indicating I got a text. Usually I keep it inside my bag but with Amelia away, I couldn't resist having it on my desk. I told the kids I broke my watch and needed to have some way to know the time or I would keep them in class well after lunch time. They loved my lessons but would definitely not want to be stuck with me, so they didn't question it.

Amelia just landed and asked me if I was free for lunch. I told her I was. She said she would bring some take away and if I could get her name on the lists of people allowed inside school. She didn't want to deal with the secretary anymore.

The lessons ended quickly, as always when my pupils worked with enthusiasm and I stared at my phone. Almost time. I dismiss them and wait impatiently.

Finally I hear the distinctive sound of high heels on the corridors and I notice her face poking inside my classroom. Her smile is huge and her eyes sparkle.

« I missed you. » She tells me, as she enters the classroom.

« Me too. » I peck her on the lips.

« How were your lessons this morning ? »

« Fine. But do you really wish to talk about work ? » I say playfully.

She is taken aback but I see she got the hint as her beautiful blue eyes darken. She pins me to my desk and kisses my neck eagerly.

« Don't leave any marks. I could be fired ! »

« Don't be dramatic. » She sucks a little on the vein in my neck. I push her head away.

« I'm serious. » I warn.

« So am I. I want to fuck you right on this desk. »

I gulp. That was unexpected. Or was it ?

« Lock the door then. I really love my job. »

She locks the door and comes back to my desk where she places her legs between mine and her tongue in my mouth. I silently moan and start unbottoning her shirt. It's silky and light blue, like her eyes. She has a white lacy bra on and she smells of this other Guerlain perfume I like.

« That is not La Petite Robe Noire. » I ask.

« Hum what ? »

« Your perfume. »

« What no. It's L'instant. »

« Great choice, I'm loving every second of this moment already. »

She looks at me questioningly. I gather she did not get it and must not be fluent in French, but never mind. She got that I said something pleasant.

She rubs her hands up my thighs and lifts up my skirt. I feel her fingers brushing against my clit and I gasp.

« So wet already. »

« What did you expect ? You were away for too long. »

She seems to like what she heard and I feel her fingers inside my panties, sliding on my wetness.

« I want to taste you. »

She places her hands on my hips and lifts me on top of my desk to sit.

Her hands move from my hips to my shirt she starts unbottoning. Once my chest is totally exposed, she brings her wet lips between my breasts where she starts kissing and licking.

She gets frustrated by my bra and removes a breast to the side, allowing her to have a more direct access to my nipple she gently bites, provoking a moan that escapes my mouth loudly. I bit my lip, fearing anyone might hear us.

Then I feel her tongue against my hip bone, moving downwards to my beating core.

I push her head further down and she wastes no more time as I feel her breath teasing my clit.

I try to suppress a moan as she starts licking my wetness and moving to my achign bud.

She takes a break suddenly and I start sitting up but she pushes me on my back.

« Sorry, I'm too hot. » she explains, as she is rolling her sleeves up.

« You look like you mean business. »

I smirk, looking at her tattoo. She knows it turns me on to look at the drawing and she uses her right arm to maintain my hips on the desk, as I have started grinding against her tongue.

She knows damn well what she is doing and after a short time, I cum hard against her mouth. She licks slowly now until my body stops rocking. Her head appears above me and I see her wiping the corner of her mouth.

« So damn good. » she comments before kissing me. « Now I know what it feels like to fuck a teacher on her desk. »

« What is it with all of you people and your teacher fantasy ? »

She looks hurt and asks me if I have already had sex in my classroom before.

« Of course not ! » I hit her arm. « Who do you think I am ? »

I sit up and kiss her gently. « It's a first for me. »

« Good. Let's eat now ? This sweet appetizer made me hungry. »

She grabs her take away and we settle on two chairs. She brought curry, which I am grateful for, and sparkling water. We don't talk as we eat, allowing me to remain in post orgasm bliss.

I don't want to be rude but I need to have a look at my watch. I have more lessons to give this afternoon and the bell is about to ring. I tell her she should go, I don't want my colleagues to ask too many questions if they see her and I need time to freshen up and make some copies ready.

« I have to go back to work anyway. Can I see you tonight ? I know you have practice but can I meet you when it's over ? »

« Sorry I can't, I'd love to but I have plans already. »

I see in her eyes she wants to know what my plans are and why they don't involve her. But she refrains from asking. After all we have been seing each other for two weeks now so she can't assume I booked all my nights for her...right ? And we are not even a couple. We haven't talked about our relationship yet and I don't know what to expect from it. So better take it slow, as far as slow can mean now that we have had sex.

« No worries. I can't expect you to keep all your nights free for me. It'll probably be an early night for me anyway, I'm jet lagged and exhausted from my week. »

« See you later then. »

« Enjoy class, my sexy teacher. »

« Oh come on, stop it ! » I laugh.