Attend a gallery showing

Your teacher continues to rub your exposed skin for a few moments before she figures out a way to explain herself.

"There's an art gallery I really like showing their new exhibits tonight. It's First Friday so all the socialites will be put. I want to introduce you to some people I know in the industry, I'm exchange for you being some arm candy for me... The gallery scene is pretty vain unfortunately."

"Today you showed me you have the maturity and passion... As well as the body to join me. I think you could have a future in the arts and I'd love to help give you a leg up." She says jokingly as she lifts her legs up, placing her feet in your lap.

"What, in exchange for being your date?"

"No nonononono" she says shaking her head. "You can't use the word *DATE*, since I'm your teacher..." she says using air quotes. "I just need you to gab with some people, pretend to cuddle with me a little bit, and maybe come back to my condo with a few friends after... But nothing weird..." She pours you another glass of champagne and starts massaging her feet against your inner thigh.

"I dunno...“ your voice cracks as she is slightly teasing you. “I've got to get to my next class. Can I just get dressed and get back to you later?"

“Come on!" She says playfully as her feet brush against your shaft. “I promise it wont be boring for you“ And starts stroking her feet up and down your shaft very deliberately and smiling widely.

"Who is this person?" you think, as your teacher is acting unbelievably out of character and intamate with you. Obviously fucking her mouth in front of the class, had knocked down a few emotional barriers that used to exist between you two. You return her gaze and see a glimmer in her eyes and a blush on her cheeks as she firmly grips your shaft with her toes.

You start sweating, and look at her nervously... She only keeps rubbing you harder and faster the longer you remain silent. You meant to consider her proposition, but you stop being able to think straight as you start breathing heavily. She adjusts herself and holds onto your leg, as it becomes clear that she is now intent on getting you off. She starts fake orgasming as you grip the table tightly and start sweating.

Just before you are about to lose it, you grab her feet. She is still battling to rub them on you, and so the stalemate results in them remaining stationary where they are, as your wet penis slaps desperately against them, repeatedly begging for permission to continue playing.

"I'll let you get dressed, if you promise to let me take you to this galleeeeeryyyy." she says as she leans over and grabs your clothes. Pausing for only a moment before she more for begins teasing the head of your penis aggressively with her toes, since you are holding the rest of her feet stationary. "I promise it will be a night to remember."

You are stuck unable to think straight, and starting to have trouble breathing. You really just want release but you're so mortified from your orgasm this morning, and you really don't want to get your teacher in trouble by cumming on her feet now as well. The only path to escaping this and getting to class that you can see, is just to surrender completely to her wishes...

“Fine!" you say and leap up out of your orgasmic torment... Grabbing your clothes out of her arms.

"Great!" she says standing up with you, and squeezes your ass one last time before your underwear slips on. "I'll pick you up at your house. We need to do some clothes shopping beforehand." and she kisses you on the cheek.

You walk out the door worried "What have I gotten myself into now?"