The rest of the week passed in a blur. Samantha had tried and failed to acquire the object of her desire three times, since the ‘jogging’ incident on the field. Each time, someone either spoiled her plan or Peter seemed to think over whether he would rip off her tight blouse and skirt then ravage her without mercy or just walk away, twice he chose the later.

Her first plan was foiled by Joleen showing up at the most inopportune moment. Both Samantha and Peter were enrolled in Inside Work Experience (IWE) or teacher’s aide third period for Social Studies teachers: Peter for Ms. Williams and Samantha for Mr. Campbell. The Social Studies classrooms were in the old part of the school and were too small to have any extra bodies in them so the IWE’s were relegated to the Social Studies office. The Social Studies office was about the size of a nine-hundred square foot classroom. The room was arranged in two parts, the left hand side with bookshelves lined with textbooks in an “L” pattern, the right hand side with chairs and desks. If you walked down the first set of bookshelves and made the right hand turn, you could be assured of “privacy” unless someone was really looking for you. This was Samantha’s plan to get Peter away from grading papers and into the stacks with her. She would ask him to get a textbook off a shelf for her:

“Oh, Peter,” Samantha said in her most innocent voice, “Would you come here and fetch a textbook for me?”

“Sure, Sam,” replied Peter.

He got up from grading paper and headed into the stacks. As he made the right turn he was met with one of the most wonderful sights he had ever laid his eyes upon. Samantha was wearing a very short jean skirt that barely was long enough to cover her beautifully sculpted heart shaped ass. Her button down blouse was only buttoned at the third button down and she had knotted the two shirttails just above her belly button. Her nipples were clearly visible though her blouse and were standing nice and erect as her large, perfect breasts strained to be freed. As she heard Peter round the corner, she dropped a strategically placed reference book so that she could bend over and pick it up. As she did so, the third button on her shirt gave up its valiant struggle and released her breasts to Peter's full view.

“Oops! I guess my shirt has come undone,” uttered Samantha in a most seductive fashion.

Peter’s eyes seemed to become as large as dinner plates as he stared at Samantha’s half-naked form. His eyes traced the curves that started near here armpit and made their way around the bottom of her breasts. He noticed the slight rise and fall of her nipples as she took each breath. He could feel his heart starting to race and his pipe began to snake its way down the front of his slacks. Just then, Samantha took a step forward swaying her hips right and the button on the top of her jeans suspiciously came undone. With her next step, her hips swayed left and the zipper started inching its way done. Samantha’s third step completed the zipper’s journey and her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a pair of white lace panties. Peter’s cock continued its downward journey passing the halfway point of his right thigh. It was then that Samantha’s eyes caught sight of the bulge growing down Peter’s thigh. As the realization dawned on her that her plan was working, she gave Peter her sexiest of looks and moved her left hand towards his ‘pipe’.

“Peter. Sam. Are you guys in here?”

Samantha kept moving toward the Peter and his wonderful gift. Unless that person came looking in the stacks they would still have their privacy.

Suddenly, Peter spoke up, “We’re in the stacks Joleen.” Peter didn’t even think before speaking. Samantha silently cursed and pulled on her clothes before Joleen could walk in on them. Peter grabbed a nearby textbook to cover his engorged cock. Only after did he realize that it would still have been visible past the end of book, since his erect cock had reached his knee.