When Jeff left Miss Manners' class, she felt uneasy. She actually felt a bit of a rush as she paced around the classroom. She kept thinking of Jeff; she pictured him in the classroom that day. And she started to think dirty thoughts. She thought about how thick and dark the stubble was on his face. She wanted to touch that. She imagined feeling the bristle all across his face. But she didn't dare let her hand go down further. She was in awe of that chest; it was both tantalizing and terrifying.
But then she let her guard down and suddenly touched it; just briefly, she felt the thick stream between his shirt buttons. And she muttered, "Jeff, I really like your chest!" "Aha," responded Jeff in her fantasy. He firmly took her hand and placed it squarely on his matted torso. "Just go ahead and feel it." She stroked the strands, digging into the ripples, and with her other hand flicked open another button. The thick stream between his pecs poured into view. Miss Manners played with it a bit, and then, irresistibly , moved her palm under his shirt and felt the texture of his furry pecs. It was heaven! She tingled all over as she impulsively caressed the fur circling Jeff's pecs. "Jeff, you have such a nice hairy chest," was all she could say. "It's so, so nice."
"You like that?" said Jeff. He pulled open the rest of the shirt buttons so his belly was wholly visible. Miss Manner's fingers dropped down and kept tracing, savoring, up and down, the thick dagger down his belly. Jeff let his shirt fall back over his shoulders, and he raised his hands, so his bushy armpits were exposed. Miss manners pulled on his tufted pits and then just nuzzled her face into his torso, rubbing all over. She lost control and started to suck on his lush nipples enswirled in frizz. She was overwhelmed with the desire to have her tits brushing against that carpet. Her nipples sizzled in anticipation.