approach the student teacher

Joe girds up his loins and places his bet, walking up to the student teacher. She is very attractive: long brown hair, large eyes with elegant, long lashes and a slim figure. She’s curled up on the armchair with her book, wearing a mid-length loose flowery skirt, with a cream top and blue cardigan. Kind of dowdy in a way – well, she is a teacher – but still kind of sexy. Her legs are drawn up from the floor, nicely covered in dark nylons.

Joe feels his cock stirring at the sight of her. Down boy! She doesn’t notice him, though, as he approaches her. She’s totally still.

“Miss?” he asks.

Nothing.

She’s completely frozen – he can’t understand it! He waves his hand in front of her face. What’s going on? No movement at all. He picks the hard-back book up from her grasp – there’s a paperback hidden inside it. ‘Lusty handmaidens’ – well, no doubt what she’s into! It looks like this student teacher is not entirely fulfilled with her life here at the school.

But still, she does not move. What, is she dead? The idea that she might have had a sudden heart attack or something fills Joe with revulsion. But he keeps calm. No, surely he’d have remembered if anyone had died during his time at the school.

He picks up her wrist to check her pulse. But before doing so, he notices her digital watch. It’s gold – at least it appears so – but still digital. Not the kind of thing you see anymore in the future. Too unstylish. But Joe sees that it has stopped – even down to the seconds. Digital watches don’t stop: they fade as the battery goes. They don’t stop, like regular watches or clocks.

So there must be something wrong with time. Time is disrupted! It must have been the experiment. Now, if time is frozen, there’s no way to get a message to Bennett and the others to get him out of there. He’s stuck! What should he do?

For a moment, Joe thinks about what he should do. His cock answers for him: make the most of it. If time has stopped, he can do anything he likes, and no one else will know about it. What if this student teacher is playing with him? Or what if she really is dead?

Well, she’s warm, for one, and come to think of it, the large grandfather clock over on the opposite wall has stopped, too. It is reading the same time as when he first looked in. Too much coincidence for the two timepieces in this room to stop at the same time, surely?

Joe takes the teacher’s books and places them away on the side table. She is open to his exploration – just as the school is. She’s frozen in place – but he can re-position her. Not rigor mortis, then. Not dead. He pushes her back so she’s sitting back in the chair, and he pulls her feet out from under her, so he can open her legs and view the wonders between.

Wow. She is beautiful. She’s wearing thigh-high stockings – fairly simple ones, but they’re still sexy. Probably thought she was safe to what with her mid-length loose skirt. It does seem wrong taking advantage of her like this, but she can’t feel it, and his erection is powerful in leading him to touch her.

He traces out her nicely shaped breasts through her cream top. So soft, so warm. Her sweet perfume is bewitching to him. He can hardly believe he has such access to her. With half an ear alert for any signs of danger – even if he honestly believes time has stopped, he leans forward to see what her panties are like.

Mmm… she’s wearing black lacy underwear… very nice. He leans forward to nuzzle between her thighs. So warm, and such an intoxicating scent: he nudges his face up against the exotic black lace covering her exquisitely shaped mound. Stunning.

Joe takes in a deep breath, luxuriating in the combination of the scent of her pussy, so close to him now, and her sweet perfume. Wow.

He wants to taste that sweet pussy, wants to kiss her sweet lips. But wouldn’t it be wrong to go any further, to take advantage of this situation any more? It's absolutely outrageous...