Give Luck A Massage

It’s better to take things slowly, you decide, and Professor Luck really looks like she could use a massage right now. You place your hands on her shoulder-blades, and she stiffens for a moment as you begin to knead her muscles.

But with your tender presses, she gradually relaxes, her posture returning to a more natural form, and your hands drift lower, focusing on her back proper now.

“That feels nice,” Professor Luck murmurs as one of your hands draws a line down the length of her back. As a responsive student, you take the feedback and do it a couple more times. “How did you know that this was just what I needed?” Professor Luck says.

“It seemed right to me,” you say, as your hands begin to work their way up again. “Do you mind scooting in a bit? It’ll help with the shoulders.”

A complete lie, of course, but Professor Luck lets out a soft “ahhh” as she inches backwards, until your boner is pressed against her ass - separated only by your pants and a very sheer skirt. Perfect.

You start to work over her shoulders in small circles, and slowly, subtly, you begin to grind against her, your hips following the lead set by your hands. You see that Luck has closed her eyes now, and you take the chance to admire her figure from up close. She has small but shapely tits, with the hints of hardened nipples that you can see by looking down her shirt… mmm… they look tasty, but you’ll save that for another day.

As you continue to work over her, gradually upping the **** of your grind from subliminal to something that she would be hard-pressed to ignore, you feel her ass begin to grind back against you, a small rocking sensation that drives you crazy.

The math work lays forgotten on the table, and there’s a lazy smile on Professor Luck’s face as she looks back at you. You blow onto her ear, the warm breath sending a shiver down her spine, something that you feel acutely through your loins, and then she places a hand on your arm.

“Thank you,” she says, and she gets up, her ass still hypnotically swaying. “And, by the way, here’s what you need to do to finish off this part of the problem.” She pens down a quick line on your page. “Now, you’d best be going, because I’ve got a meeting scheduled in a minute.”

“Of course,” you say. “Shall we meet here, same time next week?”

“You bet,” Professor Luck says, and you head out of the classroom.

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