Miss Amber
''And I will see you guys next week! Remember to submit those essays about the October Revolution for next Wednesday and don't forget to revise on Stolypin!'' I yell over the cacophony of noise that often followed the Friday afternoon bell. I had been working at this school for just two weeks and so far was doing alright with it. The kids seemed to get on with me, the other teachers seemed friendly and already I had seen a PE teacher get blackout drunk and try to do a pull up on a tree branch that inevitably snapped under the duress of his weight.
I packed my bags and laptop out and headed out to leave for a weekend where I had fuck all planned except gorge on copious amounts of pornography and watch Rangers struggle against some shite team like Dundee. Before I stopped at the door of the classroom of one the teachers I had not made a connection with beyond simple pleasantries. Miss Britney Amber, seemingly she was a new start just like me but not as fresh out of university as I was. She was stood leaning over her desk; wearing just a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up with perhaps one too many buttons undone, her arse pushed out in a slightly too inappropriate length pencil skirt that stopped at her thighs, with her long muscular legs leading to a pair of beige heels. Overall, it was a welcoming sight that I couldn't give up the chance to get a better look at.
''Hello there, Britney... wasn't it?'' I try to say in my most suave manner.
''Students should know that calling me by my first name is grounds for punishment, it's Miss White to you.'' She tersely replied in an American accent without even looking up at me.
I was instantly taking aback by the manner she spoke to me. Was this a bad go at patter? I wasn't sure. She couldn't have mistaken me for a student surely to fuck. I am 6'3 and look like a fucking Dad in spite of being only 23.
'..umm you do realise I am the new history teacher, right?' I try to sound in the least offended manner I could muster.
'Oh yeah, I was just fucking with you. You are Alex right?' She looked up and grinned at me with a beaming bright smile.
'Thank Christ,' I exclaim laughing at her idea of a joke. Getting a better look at her I can tell she is quite a bit more my senior than I initially assumed, probably more towards her mid-30s but definitely at least a decade on me. I smiled and walked up and held my hand out toward her to greet her.
'Sorry, I do just love playing with younger guys. How are you doing? I am new here myself but obviously I have the experience of regularly getting to grips with new schools.'
''Oh aye, getting on fine I think. So how does a yank end up in a school in Scotland?
''Well, aren't you very forward with the personal questions!' she laughs not taking any offence to the question. 'I love travelling around; seeing new places, seeing different cultures, trying all the different delicacies.' She winks.
Is she fucking flirting with me? The only question that was going around my head as soon as she said that. It felt like time froze as I analysed every word she just said followed by an almost sultry wink at me. I've met women who flirty for fun but she's not laughing it off like most would. I'm not a coward, fuck it, lets see how far this can go.
'Oh, is that the case then hen? Well, how is your plans for tonight going?'
She laughs immediately and bends over where I stare down her top. Her cleavage looking set to burst from her bra, a nude coloured bra which alongside perking her huge tits up, shows off plenty from this angle.
''Wow, they were not kidding when they tell me Scottish guys do not mess around when it comes to asking you out.''
''Well, no point dancing around the issue.''
''True, true. Well, I have to respect that. I don't usually go for younger guys but fuck it, you look older than most the fresh out of college types. Fine, I am free tonight.''
''Great, dinner and a few drinks sound like a good idea? Figured I can answer any questions you may have about living here.''
''Sure, drinks sound fun. How about 8? You'll know this place better than me so you can choose where,'' I offer her my phone and she enters her contact info in.
''Sure thing, it's a date, Britney.,'' turning around and walking toward the door.
''Hey, remember that's Miss Amber to you!'' She yells after me.
***
My confidence was absolutely brimming. I couldn't lie and act like it wasn't. I had asked a hot American lassie out who was ten years my senior and she said yes. I had some good conquests in my time, but this might top the whole fucking lot. I walked toward the address Britney had text me earlier. Taxi parked waiting for us to hit the town. I was dressed well, black suit and tie, not like a funeral but also not too much like James Bond carrying a box of chocolates I had just gotten on the way home from work.
I enter her building and take the lift up to her flat. I was sort of taken aback by how fancy the place she stayed was. This was a nice building; I wasn't expecting a heroin den, but I didn't expect this. She was a teacher right? Must have rich parents surely to fuck. I stalk along to her to door and wrap my fingers on it. After a few seconds of movement, the door slowly opens to reveal Britney and I just about have a heart attack.
''Hi there Alex!'' she says looking at me, probably instantly realising at how much I am eye fucking her. This was because she was wearing one of the greatest dresses I had ever seen. A light brown choker that glistened in light, and a dark green dress that had one of the deepest plunging necklines imaginable, going right the way below her massive tits with a whole lot of sideboob going on from her breasts. The dress then split at her waist turning into an almost double sided skirt with one length covering her pert backside and the front part being slightly more revealing, just covering her crotch area with both her long, strong legs, fully exposed. All this leading to the same heels she was wearing from earlier in the day.
''I- Hello um... Britney,' I manage to spit out finally trying to not make it look like I was staring at her tits, I was definitely failing.
''That's still Miss Amber to you! Those for me?' She said looking at the chocolates, hopefully she didn't look further down and see my throbbing cock threatening to burst through my trousers.
''Oh shit, yeah.'' offering them out to Britney, which she promptly takes and places on a side table, grabbing a small clutch handbag and exiting the house and locking it. I stand back continuing to shamelessly ogle her. Her arse is sticking out as she bends down to lock the door and I could swear she is subtly wiggling it at me. No, surely to fuck not?
