We met in the usual way, Beth being my son's 2nd grade teacher, me being the, "Thing," in his class assignment, "Show & Tell – My Favorite Thing."
He wanted me to tell the class a story, something I'd been doing for him every night when he went to bed. After I'd finished with the story, I knew the class was impressed, also knowing that she must have been also, because she spent the next eleven months trying to seduce me!
While I found her very attractive, even telling her, "Now I know why my son is so excited to come to school every day, " an affair was not something I'd expected or sought. If anything, I did everything I could to dissuade her from getting started.
"What about your family?" I asked, "do you have any idea how devastated they'll be if we got caught?" Her answer was always the same, "Then we don't get caught. Everyone is having an affair, so who's going to tattle on us?" That part really worried me.
After months of avoiding her, I accidentally bumped into her one afternoon at the town library. Since my son was now in 3rd grade, she asked how he was doing and other general conversation. With Parent/Teacher conferences coming up, she wondered if I was going to go. "Absolutely," I answered. "Oh good. Maybe I'll see you there," she continued, before saying goodbye.
As it happened, my sister-in-law was suppose to babysit the night of the conference, but was unexpectedly called away. Since I already knew the teacher, my wife stayed home and I went alone. As I suspected, his new teacher was having no problems with him and was looking forward to having me come in to tell her class a story. "You seem to be quite famous for your story telling," she informed me.
Just then, Beth appeared in the doorway. Big smile, "Hi, I'm wondering if I could talk to you for a moment when you're done here. Maybe persuade you to come in and tell my class a story."
Laughing, the 3rd grade teacher said, "You seem to be a popular guy. Should I put up a card in the teacher's lounge advertising your talents?"
"I've got him first," Beth announced, and then to me, "so stop in my classroom if you would."
I shouldn't have..., but I did.
Since I've already told you that she is very attractive, I can also say that..., she dressed like a school teacher! Every time I'd seen her, she was wearing either a long dress, or a long skirt with a long sleeved blouse. Nothing even remotely attractive for a younger woman. When she'd come to the other teacher's room that night, she was wearing a grey pants suit and a white blouse. More professional looking, but still not at all appealing.
When I walked into her classroom, that had all changed.
She was sitting at her computer desk, with her back to me. When she turned and saw me, she got up and stepped away from the desk. She'd changed clothes since leaving the other room, now wearing a very short black skirt and sheer white blouse that very clearly showed off the black, demi-cut bra underneath. She'd unbuttoned the top three buttons on the blouse, adding even more exposure.
That stopped me in my tracks.
She had me and didn't have to do another thing.
But she didn't know that!
"Come here," she said, pointing to the chair she'd just vacated, "Sit there," and when I did, she pulled one of the small children's classroom seats right up in front of me.
Looking up at me, she asked, "So, when are you going to story tell in your son's class?"
Looking down, with her nearly bent in half in front of me, I could see, not only through her blouse, but now down inside it, the bra holding her breasts up like ripe oranges.
She knew where I was looking.
"Ummm, in a couple of weeks," still looking down the front of her blouse, "She wants me to come up with something that might parallel what she's reading to the class now. I told her I'd get back to her once I'd read the book."
"So could you come in next week and tell my class a story?" With that she put her hand on my knee. When I didn't protest, she ran her hand down my shin, before continuing, "I'm just finishing, "My Father's Dragon," so maybe...," as she ran her hand back up my leg, moving to the inside of my thigh, before stopping just above my knee, "you could come up with a story based on that. This way you'll have some experience...," starting to slowly move her hand further up my thigh, "before you tell your story in her class."
My eyes locked on hers.
Her hand stopped and then she leaned back and slowly opened her legs, until a tiny triangle of black material was revealed in her crotch.
