Give Orchid a Lesson in Anatomy

“I think that a lesson in anatomy might be in order for you, young lady.” You say as you stand up from your desk.

You saunter over to her desk, your eyes locked on hers, and you pause to bite your fingertip thoughtfully. You lift your foot behind you and remove your heeled shoe, then slowly lift your foot in front of you and place it between her thighs on the chair. Her face is only inches from your knee and she looks up at you a bit nervously.

“I’m sure you’re quite familiar with the legs.” You push up the hem of your skirt to reveal the clasps where your stockings meet your garter. “Primary source of locomotion, humans are of course one of a relative few bipedal species on the planet.”

You unhook your stocking from the garter and slowly roll it down your leg, revealing the toned and smooth flesh beneath. Orchid swallows audibly. You repeat the action with your other leg, making sure to gently nudge your toes beneath the pleated hem of her skirt and brush them along the inside of her thighs. She shudders in response and you smile wickedly.

“The breasts,” you explain as you begin unbuttoning your blouse, “are secondary sexual organs developed by the human female.”

You let your blouse drop to the floor and thrust your bosom forward as you reach behind your back and unclasp your white lace bra. The cups drop away and you shrug the bra to your feet, revealing the creamy swell of your breasts and the dark fleshy circles of your areola.

“During pregnancy the female normally lactates, producing milk for her offspring. Lactation can be induced and maintained by regular stimulation and although breast milk is no longer a biological necessity, many mothers and physicians believe it aids in a child’s development.”

You meet Orchid’s gaze and run your fingers down your breasts, lingering momentarily on the soft protrusions of your nipples.

“Unfortunately, I am not lactating, but if you would like to give it a try I would be more than happy to demonstrate the technique.” Orchid hesitates. “Go on, Orchid.”

You bend over her, lowering your bosom and presenting your right breast to her face.

“You may need to stimulate the nipple a bit first,” you encourage her.

“Yes, Miss J.” Orchid replies.

She reaches up and gently touches your breast, her fingers tracing its dimensions before she carefully cups it with her hand and pulls it down towards her upraised mouth. Her breath is hot on your skin and sends a shiver down your spine. Orchid daintily extends her tongue and runs just the very tip back and forth across your areola. Your nipple responds almost immediately, hardening and extending against her tongue.

“That’s good,” you coo, “as the stimulation excites the nipple it becomes engorged with blood and ready for nursing.”

Orchid’s tongue flattens across your nipple and then her lips close around it. She sucks, a bit harder than you had expected, pulling your flesh into her mouth and eliciting an excited intake of breath from you.

“Did I do something wrong, Miss J?” Orchid asks, her hand still holding your breast.

“No, no, that was perfect. Do it rhythmically though, almost like drinking a milkshake through a straw.”

Her lips return to your nipple and she sucks again, her mouth warm and wet around your skin, the suction she is creating tantalizing and erotic. As she get into it her other hand roams to your other breast and she teases and squeezes it as she works your nipple with her mouth and tongue. You can feel an aroused heat spreading in your belly and when you surreptitiously reach beneath your skirt you can feel the wetness already soaking through your panties. You glance down at the young coed and consider how you should continue your lesson.