A Teacher's Downfall

"Miss Smith, I think I can smell your scent... it's so womanly..." I looked down at the boy hiding under the lectern, watching helplessly as he had his way with me right there in the classroom, while I had to pretend everything was normal... My name is Catherine, the university math teacher. With my husband always away on business trips, at thirty years old, I was like a nun guarding that double bed, never satisfied. Slowly, I developed some strange habits... and became bolder... The bell for the end of class had just rung, and teachers and students were flocking to the bathrooms in groups, chattering noisily outside. In one of the bathroom stalls, I was panting, squatting... my black lace panties down around my ankles, my face flushed with ecstasy as I indulged...