4
It was eleven o'clock.
The five-storey block of flats was a new development and still mostly empty judging by the absence of cars in the car park and the excess of advertising that surrounded the building. Its yellow-bricked exterior was very modern in design. The rear of the block looked out over a canal with some houses on the opposite bank, and beyond that the town centre loomed in the distance. She was impressed and more than a little curious as to how he was living in such a nice place since she knew he was not with family. Miss James pulled the long fur-lined winter coat tighter about her body and pressed the buzzer for flat 22. The door clicked in response though no one spoke down the intercom to greet her. She let herself in and walked through the plush carpeted interior to the lift. Her note said top floor, so she swallowed hard and pressed the button.
As the doors shut her mind produced every fear and anxiety she could conceive of. She was meeting an almost total stranger and no one knew where she was. She pictured the newsreels of the disappeared college teacher found on the riverbank, or worse yet, locked away in some cage only brought out for the disturbed young man's amusement. The lift stopped surprisingly quickly and the door opened. In the hallway she saw flat 22, the door was ajar and there was light inside. Miss James froze as her anxieties magnified with the possibility of actually realising this flight of fancy. Part of her hadn't believed she could get this far. She'd thought it was all just some fun erotic game, but now here she was. Her heart raced as she tried to decide what to do. She thought back to the classroom. To the arrogant boy who had disrupted her lesson just to get her attention, and then what he'd done once he had it... She felt a shiver through her body as she was again transported back. Despite her anxiety, Miss James's pussy was still soaking from her session with her hubby.
Though it was more than two hours they had spent together that night, she had not cum with her husband. No matter how she had pushed herself with him she could not reach orgasm, as though her body knew he was not the one she wanted. A small pang of guilt struck her as she thought of her jealous hubby lying in a blissful slumber, unaware of what his sweet little wife was doing. After their session she had showered and taking her silk scarf around her neck, left him wrapped up warm in bed hugging up to a large pillow. She had been counting on the fact that alcohol and sex were a knock out combination for him and his snores as she left the room had set her mind at ease. Then she thought about how hard she had him cumming... the taste of him was still on her tongue even now. She squeezed her cunt muscles hard and felt her whole body flush. She could not bare this anymore, she needed so badly to cum and she knew that, this boy was the only one who could satisfy her tonight. She'd come this far...
The apartment was totally bare; a single bulb lit the hallway. Her attention focussed immediately on the door directly ahead of her. It was partly open and light streamed through. Her heels clicked gently on the wooden floor as she walked. She pushed and the door opened into a large room bare room that somehow seemed unusually bright. It extended out on either side of the entrance and a glass sliding door led onto a balcony opposite her. Just to her right and in the centre of the room her young student sat in a large black leather armchair. He was totally naked, and for the first time Miss James could see what a sexy and well built young man he really was. His tight muscles didn't bulge, but rippled under his skin. He had a very athletic figure, but her attention was drawn to the thick long penis that sat limp on his lap like some sleeping pet snake. Slowly Miss James's gaze drifted up from his toned thighs and long member, to meet those dreamlike dark eyes: the gaze that made her pussy drip every time she saw him. He smiled disarmingly though he still wore the look of a predator stalking its prey.
"Nice hair, I like the new look," he said in that deep smooth voice. "It suits you."
Miss James was lost for a moment, before she remembered the black wig that she had kept with her. Quickly she recovered her senses and replied with her own innocent smile,
"Thank you, so do I."
She stepped forward into the room, her hips swaying seductively as she walked out in front of the chair. She faced him, her eyes locked with his in defiance of his hold over her. Her legs were parted and her arms hung behind her, as slowly she let her coat open and drift down her soft naked body to the floor.
His breathing was deeper now; she could see her posing was having the desired effect. For the second time that night, Miss James found herself in just her black stockings and heels, seducing a man with her body. Her whole being tingled; she had never felt so bad and she loved it. She watched her young admirers member swell in his lap and her own pulse quickened with thoughts of what he would do to her.
"Don't move," he said and he reached down to a bag hidden by the side of the armchair. At his words Miss James felt her nipples tingle and was sure she would soon be dripping all over the wooden floor.
He stood up, holding an old wooden ruler in his right hand, his left hand hid behind his back. He stepped up to her, towering over her for the second time that day. Firmly he pressed the flat of the ruler against his teacher's pussy and started to rub. She gasped as the hard surface pressed against her wet juicy lips. Its movement tugged the flesh of her mound up and down, and she began to tremble, her breathing deep. She looked up at him, and found those eyes gazing down at her in wonder.
"My word Miss James! You're even more of a slut than I imagined."
His voice was quiet as he demeaned her. Calm and knowing, like he'd seen her do this a hundred times before and knew she would love every second of it. Something inside of her wanted to fight him, to take back her self-control... but the sensation of the ruler now slick with her juices, sliding back and forth over her pussy was just so fucking good!
Her back arched thrusting her breasts out to him and all she wanted was for his powerful masculine body to penetrate her and make her cum. He read her and bent his head to her chest, taking a hard nipple into his mouth and sucking. She moaned and bit her lip, her arms still hung limp behind her back and her long black hair caressed her shoulders and spine as she stood there being pleasured.
"Please, make me cum!" gasped Miss James, her words echoing in her ears as she remembered the magic that was unleashed by them just that morning. Now though, on hearing the words her lover stopped. She looked at him, disappointment clear on her face as he stood back and repeated again, "Don't move."
