From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Amy The Thai Tease (Mf, mast)
Date: 14 Feb 1996 01:41:06 GMT

			 Amy, the Thai Tease

	Dr. Robert Allyn walked quickly down the hall to his 8 am
class. Not because he was late, for he always arrived a few minutes
early to be sure to start his class on time. He enjoyed teaching and
especially liked early classes, him buzzing from three cups of coffee
and half the class waking up to jolt of his lectures. Another thought
putting spring in his step was the image of the lovely young women who
took his class. Faces fresh and beautiful were always there, sometimes
with the added bonus of sexy fashions.

	Occasionally blouses with an extra button left undone or a top
with a scoop neck cut a little too low woke him up during his first-
of-the-day class, but more often the thin or tight fabrics revealed
the shape of lacy bra.

	"Women's liberation has won, at least here on campus. Why are
the bras still around? By all rights they should be in the dustbin of
history," he thought, remembering the bra burnings of the sixties.
"But what we've lost up top, we've gained down below." Today's
fashions ran to short skirts and, the most popular, tight, thin
leggings that looked sprayed on.

	Watching young women walking in the halls or across the campus
was a unique pleasure that gave each day at work its own little
fantasies.

	This morning's class, however, had its own special attraction.
While all classes had some women with curvy legs or soft breasts or
sensual lips, it was rare to find that perfect fantasy woman who,
wherever your eyes or imagination roamed, slipped past your thinking,
conscious mind and moved directly into the lair of animal reflex that
grabs and shakes the libido awake. Amy was one such woman. As Dr. Allyn
entered the classroom and greeted the early students, he noticed she
hadn't yet arrived. Laying out his notes, he found images of her
flashing through his mind. Her face was fascinating; although she came
from Thailand, her features were a mix of Asian and European with eyes
not quite round, and a nose just bit broader than most. He wasn't sure
if her dark brown hair was natural or tinted to fit in better with the
rest of the students. Her fair skin covered a soft, lushly padded,
petite body. Often she wore skirts, knee-length or shorter, that
displayed curved calves and soft thighs. This perfect hourglass shape
was accented by a larger than normal bustline.

	Two of her outfits in particular had low scooped necklines
that showed cleavage worthy of the finest pin-ups. Many times since
the semester began, the good doctor found himself at home, gripping
his cum-smeared dick in pleasure as he ran through every fantasy he
had ever had, and some he didn't know he had, placing Amy in the role
of his personal succubus.

	Amy walked into class just as he was about to start. His "Good
morning" was returned with a smile as she took a seat near the front
of the room.

	Starting up his lecture, he thought that today was a *good*
day. The lovely Amy was wearing a neat charcoal-grey jacket and
matching short skirt that showed plenty of leg and a silvery scoop top
with a bra that pushed her bosoms up and together. As he talked, he
tried not to look at her, being uncomfortable with his feelings for
her. He was afraid that his attraction to her would show in front of
the class. Either he would favor her with looks, or stumble in his
speech or find a bulge growing in his trousers, so he consciously
avoided looking at her, treating her seat as if it were empty.

	But eventually he always felt that by totally avoiding her, he
was being unfair to her as a student, and this avoidance might in
itself signal his fantasies. Today, as usual, this unconscious game of
"Do I? - Don't I?" played under the surface of his mind until his
eyes finally turned to her.

	The first time, her head was down taking notes, so he moved
his eyes from the tops of her breasts peeking out of the shimmering
silver top to her shapely legs and thighs visible under the desk. The
dark stockings she wore outlined the curve of her calves, and a lacy
pattern of interlocked diamonds and circles ran up the outside of each
leg and thigh. Unable to stare when in front of the class, he turned
his gaze away.

	The next time he looked, her head was up, and her dark brown
eyes were looking into his, not looking away as most other students
did when his eyes found theirs. She must have noticed when his eyes
wandered down to the wide expanse of her full breasts and back to her
face, but never gave a sign.

	Midway through the class, Bob gave a few questions for the
students to work on using concepts just discussed in class and walked
around giving help and encouragement. At Amy's desk, he saw an error
and reached down with a pen to point it out. "Think about this a
little bit more," he said, looking down her blouse at tops of soft
breasts with black lace peeking up the sides and the smooth valley in
between rather than the paper he was pointing at.

	Suddenly, his hand, inches from her breasts, jumped as if from
an electric shock when her hair slipped off her shoulder and fell
across his knuckles and fingers as she turned her head to look at him
with a small smile and questioning eyes. He felt a wave of dizziness
and his vision flashed red as the sweet scent of her perfume suddenly
filled the room. He made some encouraging grunts in response to her
look and walked back to sit at his desk, the image of her breasts, the
scent of her perfume and the soft, silky touch of her hair rolling
into a wave of arousal that he couldn't control.

	Sitting at his desk, his groin swelling and throbbing, he
stared at his notes, but his eyes were pulled to the place under her
desk where her crossed legs poured out of a skirt that reached only a
quarter of the way down her thighs and filled the dusky stockings that
ended in shiny black heels.

	Bob managed to finish the class by having the students present
the solutions to the problems, never calling on Amy. Focusing on other
students, he gradually felt his body cool down and his head clear. He
did look at her once and got a smile and sparkling eyes. He didn't
look again. It was too dangerous; he felt out of control and
dangerously public. Never did he want his secret fantasies made
public, or even revealed to one student.

	After class, the shaken doctor sat in his office, his mind,
more calm now, turning the images and feelings over, arousing himself
once more.

	Female students had always been a side attraction, a hobby if
you will. It had never interfered with his work or affected his
relationship with his students. But never ever had he been so
completely overwhelmed by one of his little fantasy objects in public.

	He unzipped his trousers, brought out his rigid pole and began
rubbing the swollen head and stroking the shaft. He'd only done this
at school once before, late in the day when few people were around.
The excitement of doing the forbidden and the novelty of the place had
attracted him before.

	This time he was reacting to something deep inside him that
needed release.

	He imagined stroking Amy's silky mane as her full lips were
wrapped around his cock, her tongue massaging the sensitive head.
Pictures of her breasts forming a tunnel for his hard rod, of her legs
wrapped around his waist as they joined together, of her jiggling ass
being bathed in sperm, these and many images more raced through his
mind, emerging from past fantasies and being given power by the
contact he had had today, pushing him to orgasm.

	Knock, knock, knock.

	"Wha-! Who-who's there?" he said like a little kid caught by
parents.

	The latch snicked - he hadn't locked it!?! - and the door
swung open.

	Closing the door behind her, Amy clicked in on her heels,
calves taut, kneecaps sliding, thighs flexing as she walked towards
the chair he kept on the opposite side of the desk for students. "Hi
Bob," she said beaming as she sat down. "I need to see you for a
minute. Are you busy?" Her voice was high, even a bit squeaky, but
lent a little girl innocence to the young woman. This sweet, soft
voice often whispered encouragements and cried out obscenities in
Bob's fantasy sessions at home.

	As soon as the door latch had clicked, Bob had rolled his
chair forward, jamming his stomach against the desk and effectively
hiding his engorged member. Now, with Amy seated, her angle of view
was limited by the desk between them, and he could relax and push back
a bit. "Well," he said clearing his throat, "What's your problem?"

	"I forgot to do part of my homework, and I want to turn it in
now. Last night I got a call from my girlfriend when I was answering
the questions. We talked for one hour, and then I studied my math. I
forgot that I didn't finish your homework. Now I was looking at my
notes and I found this one."

	She pulled out a piece of notebook paper with notes scribbled
on it and laid it down on the desk. "I want to copy it now and give
it to you," she finished, her eyes wide below straight cut bangs in a
face framed by long, straight hair running down to her chest.

	"Oh, sure. I haven't even looked at the papers yet. Let's
see... " Bob picked up the ragged pile of papers on his desk and
leafed through till he saw her name, "Amy," written in the curlicue-
filled hand that she'd learned at school in Thailand. "Here it is.
Just add on what you need to," he said handing her the paper across
the desk. Amy slipped off her jacket, fished a pencil out of her
pocketbook and set to work.

	Bob, on the other hand, now found his hand gripping something
as hard as a pencil, but quite a bit larger. He had wilted quickly
when Amy walked in, but as soon as the immediate danger of discovery
had passed, he felt his stiffening penis bumping against the cool
metal of his desk.

	After passing her the paper, he had reached down to tuck it
between his legs. On touching his engorged member, a second wave of
passion rolled over him. His awareness was narrowed to his throbbing
penis waving in the air under the desk and the beautiful woman sitting
across from him. As the world outside disappeared, so did any control
he had over the desire his heart pumped to his pounding brain and to
his twitching cock. His hand began stroking his cock rhythmically,
bending at the wrist only to keep the action secret.

	Amy was sitting across from him, the chair sideways against
the desk, her upper torso twisted towards him and bent forwards
writing. Although only the top edge of her legs was visible, Bob had a
good view of her tempting bosom. Nipples pushed out bumps on the
silvery top, and the jutting mounds of flesh trembled slightly with the
action of her writing.

	Erasing produced a quivering in the flesh that fed heat to
Bob's rigid penis and began a building surge in his balls. He watched
the curled ends of her hair brush back and forth across the tops of
her tits tracing patterns that his tongue longed to follow. He stared
at her cute lips covered in a bright pink lipstick, the lower lip full
and pouting, the upper a beautiful bow shape. As they pursed to ponder
the spelling of a word, he imagined brushing the head of his cock back
and forth over them, smearing lipstick on the shiny helmet. His
breathing struggled to become deeper as pressure ran up from his balls
to his hard shaft bobbing in his hand a few inches below Amy's form,
bent over her work.

	In turn, he struggled to maintain an outward calm while the
most incredible waves of pleasure spread over his body. The more
effort he put into remaining composed outside, the stronger the urges
created by his own stroking until any and every detail of the sexy
girl sitting three feet away made him want to leap up and writhe in
masturbatory passion in front of his student.

	Then, Amy laid her pencil down with a click, and brought her
hands up to her nipples. Her thumbs pressed first one nub, then the
other, and as they snapped back to attention pushing the more
insistently at the material of her top, she picked up the pencil and
continued her work, never raising her eyes to look at Bob.

	The proud nipples coaxed out the cum that had been building in
Bob since his first class. The first spurting jet lanced straight for
the cleft displayed by her low cut top, stopped only the half inch of
desktop between them. Surge after surge followed, Bob's gaze still
locked on the nubile Thai coed seated across from him.

	After the heat had poured out of his body, Bob was left with a
sticky mess cooling in his lap and soaking into clothes - and a rising
panic that set his heart pounding again. He had just jerked off in
front of a student!

	Tenure or no tenure, stuff like this could get him fired. How
could he possibly face her in class? What must she think of him? But,
incredibly, Amy continued writing as if she had noticed nothing.

	Amy finished writing and put the papers on her lap. Then she
opened her purse, dropped the pencil in and reached for the stapler on
Bob's desk.

	Again, her smile lit up the room, her bright pink lips framing
white teeth, and Bob was startled to find himself stirring again. "Can
I use this?" she asked while she stapled the sheets together and
leaned across the desk to stuff them into the middle of the pile of
assignments sitting next to Bob. "I don't want you to see it. I'm
afraid it's not good."

	Bob quickly snugged himself against the edge of the desk.
"Could she use this? She can use more than that!" Bob thought, again
looking at her gorgeous cleavage. But even as the thought came to
mind, consciousness of his dangerous position took charge. Keeping his
gooey right hand hidden in his lap, he replied, "I'm sure it's fine."
This was certainly true.

	Her grades were always among the top 5 or so in the class,
but he hoped that she didn't notice the quiver in his voice. He
couldn't believe that she didn't notice his flushed face or ragged
breathing. Yet, she acted as if this were a normal visit with her
professor.

	"Bye. See you later," her high voice tinkled as she gathered
her purse and jacket, turned and walked to the door. Her heels tapped
out each step, and her stockinged legs set her rear twitching
provocatively. She shot a last beaming smile at him as she closed the
door.

	If Bob had not just cum, her pulsing butt would have been
enough to pop his cork. He stared at the closed door, stopped trying
to control his breathing and thought about what had just happened.
Had he imagined her touching her nipples? He had been trying like mad
to control his outer reactions, but when he had shot his load he
hadn't been very aware of what was going on. Was her smile a sign that
she knew, that she'd blackmail him for grades or money or both? Yet,
nothing in her manner suggested this.

	Bob used a handkerchief to mop up the stickiness on his hand,
pants and crotch. Then he got some paper towels and cleaned the
underside of his desk, the floor and his chair. He couldn't believe
how much he had cum.

	Or rather he could believe it. He simply could not recall a
time when he'd felt more sexually charged. While this was not exactly
living out one of his fantasies of bedding a nubile student, it was a
close as he was ever likely to come to it. Certainly it was closer
than he had ever wanted to be. Nowadays, charges of sexual harassment
would destroy a person's career. Even if he survived legally, it being
her word against his, the reaction of colleagues and students to such
charges would make it very uncomfortable, to say the least, to stay at
the university. Was sexual harassment strong enough to describe what
he'd done?

	When his trousers had dried out, Bob left his office and drove
home.

	At home he continued to ponder the morning's events,
alternately feeling aroused and disgusted with himself. So, it wasn't
until that evening that he got around to correcting the students'
assignments. When he got to Amy's paper, he found, stapled between the
two sheets of paper, a card.

	The card said:
		     _____________________________
		   |                             |
		   |       Admit One Free!!!     |
		   |     Cat Dancer Playhouse    |
		   |        69 W. Main St.       |
		   |_____________________________|
On the back, in script with more circles and flourishes than normal,
was a short note:
		     _____________________________
		   |                             |
		   |    Please come and enjoy!   |
		   |                             |
		   |            *Amy*            |
		   |_____________________________|