Each of his comments gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. I wondered if he could see what effect they were having on me. Each night I fantasised about him. I played with my pussy while imagining his face, his lips on my tits, his fingers in my pussy. I wondered if he could tell. I didn’t dare mention it to him. I was sure that his comments were a way of being nice to me, to increase my confidence, which they did. It was just that the primary effect of his comments was that I had a permanently wet pussy when he was around.
One day Mr Barnes wasn’t in the lab at the end of the school day and I collated some data on my own, according to his instructions. That night at dinner my mother wanted to have a chat.
“Your teacher Mr Barnes came in to the shop this afternoon,” she said.
“Oh?” I was feeling flustered. Had I done something wrong? Had he noticed my attraction and then asked my mother to let me down easily. Oh, the humiliation!
“He wanted to ask my opinion on something. You see, he’s been invited to guest speak at a convention and he wants to bring his brightest student. But before he invites you, he wanted to check with me, because I would have to pay part of your airfare and hotel accommodation.”
“Really?” I was speechless. Me? Going away with Mr Barnes? It was too good to be true. Oh wait. He was going to see his peers and I was the silly little student coming along for the ride.
“I agree with him that it’s a wonderful opportunity for you so I told him that I would find a way of getting the money if you wanted to go.”
“Are you sure?” I asked her.
“How much do you want to go?”
“More than anything.”
“Then you’ll go, sweetheart.”
The next day Mr Barnes greeted me with a smile.
“Have you talked with your mother?”
“Yes, I have,” I smiled back.
“And?”
“I’d love to go, Mr Barnes.”
“That’s fantastic news, Millie. We’ll leave next Wednesday after school and we’re returning on the Sunday. I’ll want you to come with me to the Thursday lectures. There’s not a lot of interest on Friday, so if you want to we can do something else then, like sight-seeing. Then I need you to assist me during my presentation on Saturday. The convention ends with a ball on Saturday night, do you have a gown that you can wear for it?”
I nodded.
“Great, then I’ll bring you as my date. Then we have a few hours on Sunday to chill and see some more sights before we have to come home. Does that sound OK?”
“Yes, Mr Barnes,” I said breathlessly. “It sounds fantastic.”
“You should probably not wear this outfit for my presentation. Not a man in the room will listen to me if they can’t keep their eyes off your luscious chest and ass.”
I agreed that I wouldn’t wear it. That night in bed I lay naked, pinching my nipples and massaging my clit. What did Mr Barnes mean by that comment? Would he be as distracted by the sight of my chest as the other men? Or was he just being polite, telling me to wear something more conservative. The questions in my head were killing me. There was nobody I could talk to about this. I was too shy to ask Mr Barnes and everybody else would just be judgemental about a student falling for her teacher.
A few of my classmates made silly jokes about me going away with our teacher, but it didn’t bother me. On the afternoon of our departure I was really excited and eager to set off. I had a passion for sexy underwear and I’d packed my nicest pieces. I’d also packed plenty of tight fitting clothes, as well as something conservative for the presentation. I wanted Mr Barnes to see how he was making me feel. When we checked in to the hotel we were given adjoining rooms. The door between our rooms was unlocked and Mr Barnes knocked on the door and told me that he was going to have a shower and change clothes, and then he’d like to buy me dinner in the hotel restaurant.
I showered and started getting dressed. I put on a red lace push-up bra that made my breasts look huge. With it I wore a matching thong and on top of it I put a low cut black dress. My tits were on display, only cut off just above the nipples, and when I moved my red bra could be seen from different angles. I’d never dared dressed that provocatively before and I hoped I wasn’t making a big mistake. Surely he had to feel something for me or he wouldn’t have made all those comments. I put on a little makeup to make myself look a little bit older.
I’d just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on the front door. I opened it and there was Mr Barnes, looking really sexy in his black shirt and trousers. He seemed rather shocked at my appearance and remained speechless for a couple of seconds. I thought to myself that maybe I’d just made the biggest mistake in my life.
“Millie,” he gasped. “You look good enough to eat tonight.”
I beamed at him and we went to the lifts together. I had a plan brewing in my head. When Mr Barnes had knocked on my door I’d quickly checked to make sure that our adjoining doors were still open. They were.
Dinner was wonderful. I let Mr Barnes order for me and his choices were excellent. As we were nibbling at our desserts I caught Mr Barnes staring at my chest.
“You’ve dropped some chocolate,” he said and brushed his thumb across my breast, stroking his hand across my nipple as he took his hand back and licked the chocolate that had just been on my breast off his finger. “Mmmm… that tasted nicer than from the bowl.”
With a playful look in my eye I got some more chocolate on my spoon and pretended to drop it on my other breast.
“Oh, there’s some more, let me.” Mr Barnes played along, this time taking much longer and stopping his hand briefly as he ran it past my nipple.