A Special Teacher p3

It wasn't the first time that Sophie had been in Isabelle's office. It wasn't very big, as befitting a rather junior faculty member, but it was attractively furnished.

Besides the desk Isabelle generally sat behind, there were two chairs. One was in front of the desk and was the one that seemed to always be offered to any visitor.

The other was to the side of the desk and was usually covered in a
stack of books and papers, as though to discourage thoughts of its use but right one was used to rest her broken ankle.

Today when Isabelle ushered Sophie into the room and closed the door, resting her crutches on the wall behind her chair. Isabelle waved Sophie to the chair, settled in her own comfortable appearing swivel chair and spun to face the young woman. She then put the cast on the spare chair

Sophie noticed something was new today. Miss Isabelle appeared to be sore, her ankle was badly broken. Then Isabelle turned towards her, even while she continued to sort through the papers on her
desk. The legs that fascinated Sophie so much were spread well apart with the cast on the empty chair. The short skirt was bunched about the young woman's thighs, giving Sophie a perfect view.

The cast went all the way below her knee. Isabelle was wearing a fiber cast fairly common now. She shifted in her seat. She swallowed. Twice. Hard.

Isabelle threw Sophie a bright smile and turned fully to face her student. She began to discuss Sophie's performance in class, then wandered into a monologue about Quebec, the language, customs and traditions. Sophie was lost in the rhythm of the words. Her eyes were fixed on Isabelle's broken ankle and toes.

Sophie watched in rapt fascination as Isabelle slowly crossed her legs one way, then uncrossed them and repeated the motion the other way. Each time, the faint sound of the cast rubbing her other leg caught her ears.

She couldn't help herself. Isabelle's short skirt allowed for quick glimpses of her smooth thighs, and each time she draped one shapely leg over the other Sophie could see between those legs
almost up to their junction.

Isabelle continued to talk in a pleasant, soothing voice that Sophie managed to reply to, even though her focus was on the elegant legs in front of her. Those legs crossed again, left over right. Perfect view for Sophie. She loved the way the cast followed the contour of her lower leg and those toes… to die for

"Sophie?" Isabelle's voice almost caressed the young woman's name.

Sophie had to swallow twice and lick her lips to reply. Even then, her simple

"Yes?" was shaky.

"Look at me."

Sophie managed to tear her eyes away from the vision they had been fixated on. She met Isabelle's gaze and was startled to see the smoldering deep in the instructor's eyes. A smoldering that she knew was matched by her own eyes.

"Its okay Sophie." Isabelle whispered. "Go ahead. Do what you want."

Sophie slipped from her chair, kneeling in front of the sexy woman.

conclusion to come...