Miss Fischer’s class

“Yeah I’ll come!” he said, closing up his textbooks and putting them inside his bag.

He would have preferred to have some alone time in his dorm, jerking off to his favourite pornography but he had a problem with saying no to girls. Especially ones with racks like that.

Mark and Miranda left the library as they headed to the geography rooms.

Once inside, the two took a couple of seats near the back of the room. Today it looked as if many had Mark’s original idea of skipping class and taking the day off.

However, for Mark, there were two things that he liked about this class. Being able to sit next to Miranda and constantly peek at her massive jugs. Also, staring at his incredibly fit 30 year old teacher. Her very light brown hair always managed to look good, no matter whether it was down, curled or sitting up in a bun. Speaking about buns, Miss Fischer had an incredible rear end that looked amazing in her tight pencil skirts. To top things off, it was easy to tell that she had a fantastic mature chest. Her breasts always looked big and round from under her tight blouses.

Today she wore a dark grey skirt and a light green buttoned blouse. Her hipster glasses rounded off her seductive look, giving her a sexy librarian vibe.

She stood at the front of the room, writing down a few notes on the whiteboard. Mark’s eyes were glued on her behind, her round butt looked so damn good in the tightness of that skirt.

“We’re working on our revolutionary states topic from last week,” she said as she closed the lid on her whiteboard marker, turning to face the class, “Pair up and get started, I’ll come around and see how you guys are travelling.”

Naturally, Mark and Miranda paired up and began to continue from where they were up to last week.

Looking at Miranda, some may mistake her for just a blonde dumb bimbo. However, she was one of the brightest students in the class. For a girl like her to have a brain as good as her rack, she certainly was a keeper.

Approaching the end of the lesson, Mark and Miranda had completed their work. The blonde beauty was writing up the final notes of the piece as Miss Peters began walking around to room to check how everyone was doing.

Mark couldn’t help but take advantage of the view in front of him. Miranda was leaning over as she wrote the final notes, her breasts in that pink tank top were leaning on the desk. He had been taking peaks at it all class but Mark couldn’t help himself any longer, he stared at those beauties with wide eyes.

Her cleavage just rubbed together, Mark dreamed about launching his face at them, rubbing those tits all over his face.

“Will you stop staring at my tits?” she suddenly said, looking up at him, “You’ve been doing it all class.”

Mark turned red, that was embarrassing, caught out again. Things were made worse when he heard a ‘ahem’ from a voice behind them.

There stood Miss Fischer, hands on hips. The sexy college professor looked down at him with a disappointed face.

“I think you better stay here after class.”

She wandered off back to the front of the classroom, taking a seat at her desk.

Miranda looked back at Mark apologetically, she didn’t realise that the teacher was behind them when she said that.

“Uhh shit sorry Mark, didn’t mean to get you in any trouble.”

“Ahh it’s cool umm sorry for staring at you so much,” he replied.

At the end of the hour, the class all left leaving Mark alone with Miss Fischer.