Falkner’s Dreamland

He was caressing her beautiful soft and warm skin, kissing her on her neck while inhaling the fragrance of her hair. The sun was shining, warming his back and when he looked in her eyes he could see the reflection of the few clouds above.

“Mr Falkner!”

The voice forced him back to reality.

“Yes?” he managed to actually answer.

“Mr Falkner! I asked you what your take of this subject is!” She glanced at him, waiting for her student to finally answer her question.

He looked at his professor, trying hard to remember what she was talking about before he drifted off into his dreamworld where they were so much closer than in real life.

“Uh, I’m not quite sure.”

It did not feel like a fantasy, she was here with him responsive to his touch. He could feel the glide of her lips as they brushed against his skin and the warmth of her hand as she reached beneath his shirt, searching, exploring and caressing.  Her lips had found their way to his neck and as her teeth tugged gently at his earlobe he could feel the heat intensify as his penis rose in lust and anticipation. He had wanted her for so long. This is what he had hoped for when he signed up to take her class. That he would become more to her than just another student. That they would become lovers. She was so very sexy and… oh my god! I cannot believe she is unbuttoning my jeans! This is really going to happen, not someday but today, now, here under this oak.

He could feel her hand reaching into his pants, searching for him. She moaned gently as she took his shaft into her palm and began to squeeze and pull, slowly at first. The excitement of knowing she was jerking him off was almost to much to withstand. He moaned his delight.

She began to giggle. He liked knowing that she was enjoying how crazy she was making him feel. As he kissed and nuzzled her neck, his hands carassing her thighs, her hips and buttocks he groaned his pleasure. She rocked her head back, laughing in delight. As her head pulled away from him the sound of her laughing voice unnerved him. As he opened his eyes he saw that she wasn’t laughing at all. Instead he saw fingers pointing his way and heard the voices of his classmates giggling and laughing at him. A few of the females had turned their heads away, eyes covered by their hands.

He didn’t understand what was happening he could still feel her hand around his rock hard cock, tugging and squeezing, faster now, faster, his excitement increasing, he was about to come, his brain fogged with delirium. It was so fantastic better than he had ever thought it would be…

“Gggaaauuuhhhhh!”  Release! Oh, glorious release!

“Mr. Faulkner!!”

And then, hearing her sharp words everything became clear to him.  Quickly he sat up, pulling his hand from his pants, righting his clothing.

“Um, um..” He stammered as he quickly grabbed up his books and stumbling as he stood, taking his first few steps to flee his embarrassment.  “Sorry, sorry,” he said to no one in particular as he rushed away, humiliated.

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The above short story was inspired by Author S B Mazing’s blog event Finish It!, which began as a Blogging201 assignment meant to further expand our blogging experiences as well as our strength of community. Do one, or do them all, it’s up to you; Join her event to experiment with a story prompt and give your fingers a shot at short storytelling… every Wednesday she’ll provide a new prompt! This story came from Finish It! prompt #24. 

© MemeesMusings/B.L. Memee, 2015-2017. All rights reserved.

14 thoughts on “Falkner’s Dreamland

    1. Thank you, Donna. Thanks for the like and for the comment. I see you’re participating in these fun little prompts too. Some of them I haven’t found the inspiration on yet. But they’re in my queue and I review them from time to time and see if anything strikes me. 🙂

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  1. What you didn’t tells us was that as he squirmed in embarrassment he noticed his teacher swiftly adjust her wig. Then he saw the bulge in the front of her tight slacks and realised she was a transvestite, steaming hot in the knowledge of what he had done.

    He immediately changed courses with the OK of the Principal who was man with great powers of observation.

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    1. That is because in my story that is not what happened. Thank you for the very interest direction this story could have gone in. You should participate in the Finish It! story prompts. She posts a new story prompt each week so there is always something there for you to find inspiration from. You could even use this story prompt if
      you want as there is no time frame for participants to submit their stories.

      The link to the Finish It! prompts is on nthe bottom of all of my supershort stories 🙂

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  2. Welcome to Wipitup ヅ Memee.
    What a hot scene. Poor boy though, I can only imagine his embarrassment.
    Is this story just a short for the assignment you mentioned, or has it become a full story? I hope we see more of it. ヅ

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