#travvy

Her classroom was growing darker as she looked up at the clock. 6:00 PM rang on the digital clock that was on the wall. She was deep into writing her lesson for the following week, that the afternoon just flew by. Travis was going to be late tonight as he had practice then he was treating the team to a dinner, so she was going back to her house after work. The dim of her desk lamp shown on her paper and her computer keyboard. The music room was dark. She turned off the lights during her afternoon classes as the sun shone brightly throughout the room. She just forgot to turn them back on when the students left. 

Putting her pen down, she stretched her arms into the sky as she stood up and stretched her legs. She had been at it for almost two hours and the fact that Travis was gone, she was bound to get lost in her work. When she stood up, her grey and black skirt that stopped just above her knee, was bunched up her thigh so she straightened it out and then straightened out her white ribbed blouse. She had her knee-high boots on and her hair was in a neat bun at the beginning of the day and it was not messy, tendrils of her blonde hair falling down her shoulders. 

She moved around the music room, weaving through the music sheet stands heading towards the windows to see how many cars were in the parking lot. She pulled up the blinds for a moment and saw only two cars in the lot. She saw her black Audi and she saw a red pick-up truck which was Travis’. She knew he would have had to take the kids in a bus so his car would be there for a while. Pushing the blinds back down, she looked around her room taking in all the sights of what she was now managing.  Her whiteboard was covered in musical notes, her stands had sheets of music paper, and the sounds of students laughing lingered in her mind. 

She could get use to this. Taylor knew that this wasn’t something that she longed in her life. In her wildest dreams, she thought she might be a English teacher in a different life, but music was her real passion and being able to teach it to kids who looked up to her, it was a god send. It was as if someone was watching after her best interest, because if she was being honest, she didn’t know how much more time she had in the music world. She had just come off of a two-year world tour that set her up for life. She didn’t have to worry about money. She had found her muse, and she promised the world that she would deliver at least one more album, but being here in Kansas City was making her release what type of world she was missing. 

Taylor was renting a moderately sized villa in the same neighborhood that Travis lived it. It was a mix of all sorts of people. There were a few NFL stars, like Travis. There were a couple of wealthy doctors and local figures that were surrounding her house. But when she talked about the world she was missing, it wasn’t the reach people around her. It was the culture. She went shopping at a locally sourced clothing shop where she wasn’t paying an arm and a leg for designer brands but supporting local artists and brands. She found the cutest clothes that were work appropriate and she had spent most of her days off, either supporting them, or finding other shops to support.  Her cats were with her, so looking for locally sourced cat food as well as kitty litter was something she took care of on a Saturday. Then, she found a farmers’ market that she could make fresh salads with the ingredients. It was such a diverse place. However, it wasn’t about the goods she could find in Kansas City. It was also the people. It took about a week before the initial celebrity effect to wear off. The kids at school were starstruck until she started teaching and as soon as they got to know her as a person, the celebrity aspect started falling away. 

It was as if she became a regular citizen of the area. The media went around, the town stopped talking, and life was normal here. She had dinners with co-workers without being barraged with people asking for autographs. She and Travis could go out for lunch and not have anyone look at them or call a tabloid. It was something that she never thought she could have. Peace. 

She went over to the classroom door and closed it, knowing it would be at least another hour of work before she headed home. She didn’t want to be bothered by the cleaning staff so keeping her door closed tended to do the trick. Heading back to her desk, she fell back into her comfortable chair, and she reached up pulling the ponytail holder out of the messy bun that was falling off the top of her head. Her blonde hair fell down her neck to her shoulders and her back and it tickled her a little as she laid back in her chair staring down at her notebook. She closed her eyes running her hands on the back of her neck trying to give herself a mini massage to make herself feel better. Her fingers danced up the back of her neck and biting her lip, she let out a small moan of relief from the massaging of her neck. 

After a few minutes of her hands handling her neck, she dropped them into her lap and opened her eyes and the room was still silent, and she was alone. It was times like these, she missed Travis. His laughed filled any space like air. His jokes made the students laugh, the teachers laugh, and most importantly, made her laugh. Looking at her phone, she pulled up his number and saw the attached picture of him that she set for his contact. He was in a pair of gym shorts and a white t-shirt with a whistle around his neck. His hair was longer now than in the picture, but she didn’t mind. He looked handsome no matter how long or short his hair was. Her eyes danced over the picture that was in front of her and she let out a smile knowing that she would get to see him in the morning. 

The morning was so far away. He was becoming a drug for her. She didn’t like to think of this relationship like that, but she was addicted to him. She was addicted to his voice, his smile, his eyes, his abs, and all the things that made him this man with a deep aura. Feeling her heart beat a little faster, she looked over at the door and saw lights turning off at the end of the hallway. She got lucky that they were skipping her room, and she couldn’t be more grateful of that tonight. She put her phone back on the desk and picked up her pen, tapping it on the notebook to try and remember where she left off. 

Her mind wandered for a few minutes before putting her pen back down and running her hands to her eyes to rub them gently. Maybe she should just go home, it was clear she was hitting a wall, and it would take her hours to unwind from the work day. Taylor reached for her bag and opened it stuffing a few folders in its first before she put it at her feet. There was one way that always helped her get rid of mental and creative blocks. She bit her lip looking at the notebook again. She couldn’t. This was a high school. This was her job. While she was getting a very small salary, it was still something she prided herself on, that she was reliable at her job. She wasn’t going to risk it by trying to unblock her mental block. 

Yet, she sat there. Taylor’s hands fell back into her lap and she just sat quietly and contemplated what she was thinking. Orgasms proved to always unblock her. The number of times she would get creatively blocked int the studio and she would just slip away into a private work room or the bathroom to mentally take care of herself. However, this was different. She was in a public school, and she was employed here. If she were to get caught here, doing this, she would be fired and worst, sent to jail. Right? That is a thing.

Taylor shook her head and grabbed her notebook and decided that she was just going to go home. She slid the notebook into her bag along with her pen and she closed her MacBook sliding that into her bag next to her notebook. She closed all her drawers and made sure they were locked and then slid the keys into her bag. While she packed up all of her stuff, she still couldn’t find herself getting up out of the chair. 

It was like she was glued to her chair. There was some type of force in the air that was telling her that she should stay and test fate and have a little fun in this room. She was 99% sure the voice in her brain was Travis’. He loved being risky. If she had messaged him and told him how risky she was being, he would be so proud of her. She loved being able to please him and making him proud. She was very much a feminist and believed in woman power, but there was something about Travis that made her feel submissive and like the good girl that he told her she was. It was just how the two of them sexually clicked. Moving her right hand down her skirt, she pulled the hem up and let her right hand linger on her inner thigh for just a moment. Her fingers gently tickled her skin before she turned her eyes back to the door. She needed to be careful. She stood up and pulled down the shade that was to block hallway light from getting into the room. She rarely used it but if she was going to go through with this, then she needed to use it. She also flipped the lock on the door so it would at least give her time to stop if someone decided to come in. 

Going back to her chair, she sat down and moved her hands to the hem of her white ribbed blouse. She let it ride up a little revealing her toned abs and her belly button. She let her hands linger over her abs before she moved her hands up higher unclasping the white cotton bra she was wearing underneath it. She pulled her white blouse over her head and then let the bra fall to her lap, her perky breasts being shown to the empty room. She dropped her bra into her purse and left her top on the desk knowing that she was going to go braless on the way home. 

Taylor’s hands moved but to her chest and she started tugging on her nipples that were are hardened from the cold air of the classroom. Letting out a little whimper, she continued to tug on the perky mounds that needed love and attention. She closed her eyes for a moment thinking of Travis. What if he was standing there watching her? What if he was the one who had his hands on her. Her mouth moved into a shape of an o and she let her hands linger back down her body bunching her skirt up her waist showing her matching white cotton panties. She was already soaked through. Running her fingers over the crotch of her panties, she could feel the wetness seeping through from the thought that she was being so naughty, and that Travis would absolutely love it. For a moment, she just let her fingers linger over the wetness and then she got an idea. 

She grabbed her phone setting it up on her desk so her body would be in the view of the camera. When she flipped the camera on, she could see her body in frame. Her perky breasts front and center for a moment while she fixed the settings. As she pulled away, she pressed the record button and smiled for the camera, but not saying a word. This was going to be for Travis and his eyes only. Her eyes stay connected with the camera as her breasts perked up for the camera and her nipples puckered on her own touch. Leaning back in her chair, she pulled the skirt showing off the white cotton panties again and continued with the same action she was doing before she picked up her phone. Going back to just taking care of herself, she moved her fingers over the cotton of her crotch and her fingers were already getting damp. 

After a few moments of touching the wetness, she started to move her fingers up and down in the spot her her clit was laying against the fabric. The moment the movement started, she let out a muffled whimper, still in her head that she was in a school. She then remembered that it was more than likely she was alone in the school, so she became more vocal as her pointer and middle finger rubbed against her panties. The camera was in a good angle for Travis to see everything and she bit her lip as her fingers moved down top the edge of the crotch and pulled them aside showing her clean shaven and bare pussy. It was glistening with her own wetness, and she smiled as she let two fingers dive in coating them with the juice. She pulled them out and let them dance against her lips before letting her tongue come out and take a taste of the sweetness that Travis seemed to love. She enjoyed herself for a few moments before her hands move back down to her now exposed clit. 

Taylor parted her lips and moved her fingers to her clit moving it in slow motions letting her head fall back in the chair as her whimpers and moans released from her mouth like a symphony of music. 

“Fuck…” Fell out of her lips as she rubbed the bundle of nerves under her fingertips. Her eyes fell back to the camera, and she bit her lip as she moved her fingers down her lips and instead her wet pussy to fingers moving in and out of that glistening cunt. She knew that this was so dirty, touching and fucking herself in her classroom but she had already crossed the line, she was going to finish the job. Her fingers moved up towards her g-spot and she tickled it gently before she started fucking herself with her fingertips then moving to full force in and out. 

“Daddy…” She whimpered knowing how much Travis loved it when she called him that. She closed her eyes and let her fingers take her on the ride. After a few moments of her fingers getting coated in the glistening sex that she wished he was there to enjoy. Moving her left hand, she ran two fingers over her clit while her right hand’s fingers fucked her tight little pussy. Her moans got louder and louder and her eyes fixed on the camera as if Travis was in the room. She knew what she was going to do and she wanted Travis to see it. 

She let her fingertips of her right hand run over the sensitive g-spot and she let out a whimper as her left-hand fingers rubbed her clit. Within a matter of seconds, she found herself on top of the mountain about to go for a ride. She felt the waves crashing down as her body shook with the orgasm she had been dying to feel, but alongside with the orgasm, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy as she squirted all over her thighs and down onto the floor. Her tits bounced a little for a moment as she came down from her high and she laid there looking at the camera for just a moment before she leaned forward blowing a kiss.