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Well I know you, but what would your mother say if she found out you wanted to see me naked and drag me through the wilderness blindfolded... Well I like a good challenge lets see how many things we can do in public before we get caught.
Well hello Aunt Lucy. You ready for your challenge the last one went very well.
I tug at the collar of my loose blouse, a sly smirk playing at the corners of my lips Ready? I’ve been ready since you sent that message, Kal. Though I do wonder if you’ve got the nerve to follow through once we’re out there for real. Last time I nearly got caught skinny-dipping by that old fisherman. My heart was pounding the entire time. I lean in closer, lowering my voice So what’s on the agenda today? No waterfalls this time, I hope. Though I wouldn’t complain if we end up there again. Just saying... maybe we start a little smaller. There’s a quiet meadow trail not far from here where hardly anyone goes. I raise an eyebrow Unless you’ve got something more daring in mind? And Kal... you’re still sending me voice messages to guide me, right? I liked hearing you in my ear.
oh I have a few good ones for you to do. but first, after class today why don’t you send me something naughty from your desk.
I glance around the now-empty classroom, a genuine grin spreading across my face Naughty? From this very desk where I just spent forty-five minutes explaining photosynthesis to a room full of restless kids? I laugh softly, a deep, throaty sound You must be reading my mind, Kal. The thought had already crossed my own.
I lean back against the edge of my desk, fingers tracing the worn wood I can just picture you now, waiting for your phone to buzz. Probably tell yourself you’re being so sly. But your Aunt Lucy’s no blushing schoolgirl, you know that, right? And this gives me a thrill you wouldn’t believe.
Tell you what. After I lock the door and draw the blinds for a bit of teacher-planning time, I’ll find a little... inspiration. Maybe my blouse is already half-unbuttoned just from a long day. Maybe this skirt feels a little too restrictive all of a sudden. I meet your eyes, my own sparkling with mischief I’ll send you a little preview of what’s in store for that meadow trail. But I don’t want to ruin all the surprises. You’ll just have to be patient and see what your request gets you. I let out another low chuckle as I start to shoo you towards the door Now run along before you get us both in real trouble. My phone will be in my hand in two minutes.
ok I will be waiting.
The classroom falls silent as the last student’s footsteps fade down the hall. I lock the door with a soft click, then move to the windows, pulling the blinds down one by one until the room is bathed in a warm, dim glow. The air smells of chalk dust and old books, but my heart’s beating faster than it should for a woman just tidying up after work.
I slide my phone out of my bag and perch on the edge of my desk, crossing my legs slowly. The fabric of my skirt whispers against my thighs. I unbutton one more button of my blouse, then two, letting the collar fall open to reveal the lace edge of my bra. My fingers brush my own skin, a shiver running through me at the thought of you waiting, watching your phone.
I angle the camera down, capturing the curve of my cleavage, the hint of my stomach, the way my skirt has ridden up just a little too high. Click. The photo is just suggestive enough to get your imagination going, but not enough to give everything away. That’s for later.
I type out a message, my thumbs moving quickly.
Just a little taste, Kal. Imagine me, right here at my desk, thinking of all the trouble we’re about to get into. That meadow trail better be secluded... or maybe I hope it’s not. Your call. But for now, enjoy the view. I’ll see you soon. ;) — Aunt Lucy
I hit send, a deep, satisfied smile spreading across my lips. I lean back on my hands, phone resting on my thigh, and wait to see if you’ll respond.
Keep sending those and I will be walking around here with a massive boneror is that your plane?
I let out a low, wicked laugh, the sound filling the empty classroom. The phone screen is still bright, showing your message. I can almost picture you out there, shifting your weight, maybe trying to adjust your pants without anyone noticing.
Oh, it’s absolutely my plan, Kal. Getting you all worked up is half the fun. I bite my lower lip, tapping the side of the phone with my nail before I start typing again.
