By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
I had to attend one of those Parent teacher nights at my sons school a couple of weeks ago. I never looked forward to these things, and this time was no exception. When my wife and I split, we shared the responsibility as far as parenting goes. She did the parent-teacher thing last time and now it was my turn. I kept running through the scenarios in my head, some old woman or some really strange guy teaching Jeffrey. I must say, as soon as the door opened and I saw Ms. Malone, I was stunned.
I could feel my heart start to pound deep within my chest, sweat rolled down my forehead. This woman stirred things so deep within me that I could barely move an inch. She looked up at me and smiled, “Welcome, I’m Ms. Malone.”
I finally fought the courage to move and shook her outstretched hand, “Please to meet you, I’m Jeffery’s Father.”
She let her delicate fingers, slowly slide from my hand, and I felt lost without them. Her smile, her eyes, her hands, everything about this woman was a joy to look. She graciously smiled as we talked about Jeffery, how well he’s doing, how she has no problems with him in class and so on, and then she made a comment that struck me right down to my loins. “I can see where Jeffery got his good looks from.”
I smiled from ear to ear and invited her out later tonight, which she accepted with a knowing grin. “I’ll be done around 8, pick me up then.”
I hated to leave, but I had a few things that I had to prepare for tonight. It seemed like the time stopped moving, the clock refused to move past 7 o’clock. Finally it was 7:45 according to the car stereo, I grabbed a bottle of Champagne, a few glasses and placed them in a brown bag and made my entrance. I walked into my sons classroom and I was disappointed, no lights were on, no one was around, had she forgotten?
Did she suddenly decide against our date? I placed the bag on her desk and turned to walk away, just then a flicker of light caught the corner of my eyes, a partially ajar door was in the corner of the room, beyond it a mysterious light. I had to investigate before I left, I slowly approached it, hesitantly pushing the door until I could see into the tiny room that I assume was her office. Once inside, I saw the candle that was the source of the flickering light sitting on the desk, she sat behind her desk reading a rather large book. She didn’t look up from her book, “I thought you were going to stand me up tonight, I’m glad your finally here.”
She stood up, grabbed my hand and we walked towards the classroom, I grabbed the bag, took out the glasses and started to pour. “Now you’re in trouble,” she joked, “no alcohol is allowed in the classroom.”
I handed her the glass and we slowly sipped, never removing our eyes from each other. As soon as she set her glass down, she grabbed me and gave me one of the best kisses I have ever experienced in my life, the kind that you can feel all over your body. I took her in my arms and kissed back, becoming more and more passionate, more and more suggestive. She never missed a moment of my kisses, my tongue seemed to intertwine with hers as if the two tongues were in some sweet seductive dance. Her hands were the first to start roaming and I felt her fingers slide into my shirt and tease the hair on my chest. The kisses seemed to just keep getting more and more intense, her hands traveled to my nipples and she gave each one a little squeeze, and a little tug.
My hands started to go down her back and softly slide around her soft well curved behind. She pushed me away and said in a stern voice, “you should not grope the teacher young man, do you want me to send you to the principal’s office?” I took my cue and followed her little game, “no ma’am.”
“Then I suggest you sit down and pay attention to everything we are doing now,” she said as she pointed to a chair in the front row. I did what I was told, I was not about to talk back to this teacher. The tiny chair was uncomfortable to sit in, I wondered how students can sit here for the whole day. I was transfixed on her every move, she took a swig of the champagne and proceeded to the front of her desk. She moved the papers off the front and sat down, revealing her very toned, trim legs. Her hands moved up her legs, as my eyes followed them all the way past the hemline of her skirt, up her stomach over her breasts until she reached the neckline of her blouse. Her fingers undid the top button, then the next button, then the next, until she was halfway down her blouse. “Are you paying attention?”
“Yes Ma’am I am,” I stuttered.
“Good, it’s about time,” she quipped. She continued down her blouse until she had undone the last button, she slid the shirt off of her shoulders and let it hang open so I could see the black bra peeking out from between the material.
She was incredible, my heart was racing, the sweat pouring off of my forehead, my erection growing in response to this beautiful woman. The whole scene was more intoxicating than the Champagne that I had brought. Once the shirt was open, her hands lightly moved around her stomach, you can see that she was lightly grazing her skin, the tingles that it left behind were very evident. Her hands slid all around, caressing her lovely skin, her lace bra, her belly button. Her eyes closed as her hand slid down under the fabric of her skirt, her other hand moved to her backside as I hear the zipper at a slow pace slide down.
I could not take this anymore, not to get out of the fantasy that she was living, I raised my hand, “Ms. Malone, can I touch you?” She slid her skirt down her legs and looked directly into my eyes. She didn’t have to say anything, I knew, I rose from my chair, and moved over to her, standing directly in front of her. We shared another kiss, this time, our hands were not reserved, they knew exactly where to go as she pulled at my belt and slid down my zipper.
I could not hide my excitement from her, nor did I want to, I wanted to show her just exactly what she had done to me. My hands pulled down her bra and tugged at her panties, I wanted nothing more than to see this woman stark naked, then she could teach me whatever she wanted. Her nipples were upturned and excited, her legs trembled as I exposed every inch of her, my lips searched for her chest, my hands explored between her legs. Her hands had already stripped me off my pants and my underwear, she stroked me with her sensual fingers, trying to get me more and more excited. I had to slip from her grasping hands, I slid my mouth down her belly, into her belly button and then between her legs.
I teased her, moving my lips and my kisses from leg to leg, never stopping the one place that she desperately wanted me to go. My hands grabbed her calves, lifting them up onto my shoulders. Her hands grabbed at my hair, pulling me closer to her, not letting me get away as if I would even try. My tongue finally found her sensitive spot, slowly licking around it, first licking roughly then softly. My fingers made their way inside of her as she bent her head back and gasped, I played inside of her like the music teacher plays the keys of the baby grand. I continued my assault on her , licking around every spot that I could find, I could hear her getting closer and closer to finishing.
I knew that she was about to come, I sucked on her hot spot as I reached my finger inside and touched her trigger. She grabbed the back of my head with her legs tightly, I couldn’t hear anything because of the pressure form her legs, but by the grip of her hands and the trembling of her legs, I assume that she finished quit loudly. When she finally released me from her grip, she pushed me away, got off of her desk and then pulled me over to her, pushed me down on the floor and straddled me. She smiled, “now this is for extra credit,” and slid down on top of me. I slid inside of one of the warmest places that I could ever imagine, it was soft and wet and what she could do with the muscles downstairs was nothing short of amazing.
She moved slowly, then sped up, the slowly, I couldn’t believe what this woman can do to me. My erection was throbbing deep inside of her, her hands stroked my nipples as my breathing became more and more erratic. She knew I was getting close, and she did everything she could to encourage me, and when I was almost to the end, she leaned over and bit my nipple as I exploded inside of her. We remained still for several minutes until we could actually breathe normally together. Then we both got up, got dressed and she smiled, “Now for homework tonight.” And we have been together ever since. My son is not the only one that does well in Ms. Malone’s room. She said my work is top in the class.
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