I’ve noticed my student is a little too distracted in class. His eyes keep drifting to my boots instead of the lesson. I call him in after class, and the truth is written all over his face, and his pants. I tell him he has a boot obsession, no, a full-blown boot fetish. He stays quiet and whisper that I won’t tell anyone, but as a woman of a certain age, I haven’t seen a cock in a while, and I want to see his. This can be our little secret. If he gives me what I want, I’ll give him exactly what he’s been craving—my boots, his hands, and permission to lose himself completely. Watching my student stroke his big, hard cock just for me has me dripping with excitement, my own arousal growing with every stroke. The moment he finally explodes, I feel a wave of heat rush through me. And then, reality kicks in. What have I just done? I feel a little sheepish, but deep down, I know the truth. I want this to happen again.