EroticCyberTklr
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This new school kicks ass, I thought. I was sitting in the very back row with a few other people, working on the school-provided laptops that were attached to our tables. Though the technology was wonderful, the assignments were horrid. I was in the middle of another in-class theme, and was suffering from a severe case of writer’s block. Fortunately the theme wasn’t due until the next day, anyhow.
I was sitting between a guy and a girl, the guy on the left and the girl on my right. She was the first seat of the row; to her right was the aisle. She was wearing a tight tie-dye Tshirt, showing off her full chest. Her jeans were fairly tight, also, slimming her legs and streamlining her. They were ripped in “strategic” places, the knees, down by the ankles, and one rip was right below her left ass-cheek, which I found to be highly…intriguing. She had on flimsy flip-flops, and her toenails were painted red. She crossed her legs, right over left, and let her right flip-flop dangle from her toes. I only noticed because I had grown tired of this theme and sat back in my seat. She worked diligently on hers, though.
After a few minutes, she sat forward and rested both feet on the floor. Soon, she pulled her feet under the chair, letting her heel and soles raise off of her flip-flops, with her toes and the balls of her pale feet on the floor. I saw my opportunity and took it.
I sat forward, pretending to work on my theme. She was so enthralled with her work that she didn’t notice me take my foot out of my sneaker and slide it over towards hers. I gently let my socked big toe touch her arch. At first she was too busy with her work to notice, but then I wiggled it gently and she jumped. I yanked my foot back, and she looked at me. I looked over at her innocently, and she grinned. She went back to her work, and after I got my courage back up, I tried again. This time she didn’t jump, but she made a very soft mewling sound, and stopped typing. She liked it…otherwise she wouldn’t have made that sound so that only I could hear it.
I continued to gently carress her sole with my toe, and she kept mewling every few seconds. She couldn’t type; it was too difficult to just resist squealing, apparently. Her toes wriggled a little, and I kept going. After about two minutes, she whispered, “…enough, please?”
I couldn’t keep it up, not after that. I stopped and went back to my work, and after about 30 seconds, a window popped up on my screen. I was highly confused, then I remembered that all of the computers in the school were networked. The pop up window was an instant message. I clicked the accept button.
“You got me…that’s my one weakness. Wanna exploit it tonight? ;-)”
To be continued...maybe...
I was sitting between a guy and a girl, the guy on the left and the girl on my right. She was the first seat of the row; to her right was the aisle. She was wearing a tight tie-dye Tshirt, showing off her full chest. Her jeans were fairly tight, also, slimming her legs and streamlining her. They were ripped in “strategic” places, the knees, down by the ankles, and one rip was right below her left ass-cheek, which I found to be highly…intriguing. She had on flimsy flip-flops, and her toenails were painted red. She crossed her legs, right over left, and let her right flip-flop dangle from her toes. I only noticed because I had grown tired of this theme and sat back in my seat. She worked diligently on hers, though.
After a few minutes, she sat forward and rested both feet on the floor. Soon, she pulled her feet under the chair, letting her heel and soles raise off of her flip-flops, with her toes and the balls of her pale feet on the floor. I saw my opportunity and took it.
I sat forward, pretending to work on my theme. She was so enthralled with her work that she didn’t notice me take my foot out of my sneaker and slide it over towards hers. I gently let my socked big toe touch her arch. At first she was too busy with her work to notice, but then I wiggled it gently and she jumped. I yanked my foot back, and she looked at me. I looked over at her innocently, and she grinned. She went back to her work, and after I got my courage back up, I tried again. This time she didn’t jump, but she made a very soft mewling sound, and stopped typing. She liked it…otherwise she wouldn’t have made that sound so that only I could hear it.
I continued to gently carress her sole with my toe, and she kept mewling every few seconds. She couldn’t type; it was too difficult to just resist squealing, apparently. Her toes wriggled a little, and I kept going. After about two minutes, she whispered, “…enough, please?”
I couldn’t keep it up, not after that. I stopped and went back to my work, and after about 30 seconds, a window popped up on my screen. I was highly confused, then I remembered that all of the computers in the school were networked. The pop up window was an instant message. I clicked the accept button.
“You got me…that’s my one weakness. Wanna exploit it tonight? ;-)”
To be continued...maybe...
