"OK then, see you noon on Friday," I said to Jason, adding a, "Don't be late!" as I watched him head back for afternoon classes.
Jason and I both teach at a local high school; I teach algebra and calculus to Juniors and Seniors while he teaches 8th Grade English and Politics classes. As a reward for our hard work during the past semester we had both been nominated by our principal to attend the Texas Teachers Workshop and Conference in Austin over the coming weekend.
Though I didn't know Jason very well; our school has 3,000 students and 150 teachers, we had decided that we would drive to Austin together. Our plan was to to leave Friday afternoon, have dinner, and hit the conference Saturday morning.
My name is Amanda and I've been teaching math for almost fifteen years now. I love teaching kids, though most of my students are now young adults rather than kids. At least I think this is the case since a good proportion of them seem to spend their time in class checking out how I look and staring longingly at my breasts and legs. I'm thirty-eight, with a mane of shoulder-length blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a tall, athletic figure which, I'm glad to say, is still able to turns heads on a regular basis. The only complaint I have is that my 32B breasts could be a little larger, although, as I mentioned above, they certainly seem to attract the attention of some of my students.
It's nearly two years since I divorced my cheating, no good husband and it's only relatively recently that I began dipping my toes back into the dating pool. Despite having had a number of dates with seemingly eligible men I hadn't found anyone that I felt like being intimate with and as a result was more than a little sex-starved. I had been making very good use of my vibrator collection over the past few months, but pleasurable as that can be, I'd found that it was no substitute for having a real, hard cock buried deep inside me.
Lunch had provided me with an opportunity to get to know Jason better. I discovered that he was twenty-six, a graduate of Northwestern's acclaimed creative writing program and somewhat devoted to the poems of Sylvia Plath. He sported chiseled good looks and a rugged, muscular body; the result of playing competitive rugby at weekends and the three times a week rigorous training sessions that he attended. To my surprise I also discovered that while he's had a few girlfriends in the past, he wasn't presently seeing anyone. This was surprising as I thought him to be handsome, funny and cute.
"I'm surprised that you don't have a girlfriend, Jason. You're intelligent, fit, and handsome - I'm sure that girls must have been falling over themselves to date you at college!"
Jason blushed a bright red. "I'm shy, Amanda. Yes, there were always plenty of pretty girls around but I just didn't know what to say to them."
Thursday evening I spent a fair amount of time considering what I should wear over the weekend, especially for dinner with Jason on Friday night. During the few days since we had lunch I had decided on a plan that would hopefully kill two birds with one stone! I planned to seduce Jason during our weekend in Austin and have him fuck my brains out. Not only would this satisfy my craving to have a hard cock inside me again but I figured that it might help him with his shyness around women.
As I already said, I had only recently begun dating again and therefore was in a dilemma regarding what to wear to in order to maximize my chances of attracting a twenty-six year old. I spent a good hour digging through my closet trying a variety of different outfits. In the end, I decided on my favorite 'little black dress" since, in my experience, it can always be depended on to get a man's attention. The dress was perhaps a little formal, however matched with my black strappy heels I felt confident that Jason would see that, despite being thirty-eight, I was still a sexy and attractive woman. I also made sure to add some of my sexiest underwear, as well as my favorite white satin baby doll, to my suitcase.
Packing complete, I decided to enjoy a relaxing bath before bed. I lit a few candles, poured myself a large glass of my favorite Chardonnay and lay in the warm water fantasizing about Jason taking me from behind with long, slow strokes of his cock. He was holding me in place by my hair as he powered himself in and out of me. Once in bed I couldn't get that image out of my mind and I soon had my favorite vibrator buzzing across my engorged clit. I was exceptionally aroused and within just a few minutes I was sliding it deep inside my wet pussy while my fingers took over on my clit. My body craved pleasure and my fingers and the vibrator were doing a fantastic job of providing it. My entire body tingled as I pushed myself towards orgasm. A soft, drawn out moan escaped my lips as I increased the speed and intensity with which I pleasured myself.
"God yes," I moaned as a powerful orgasm overtook me. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my body and my red-hot pussy clamped down tightly on the vibrator buried within it. I lay there for a few moments, exhausted, before withdrawing the shaft from my swollen lips. As I did, my body continued to send signals to the pleasure centers in my brain causing me to moan deeply once again.
"God, I really need Jason to fuck me at the weekend," I said to myself before closing my eyes and losing myself to sleep.
Exactly on the mark of noon the next day, Jason pulled up in front of my house. Like a gentleman, he came to the door and carried my bag to his car.
"Hi, Jason! Right on time. I like that in a man."
I smiled, planted a soft kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush a little, then followed him to the car. He was driving a BMW which I took to be an indication that he enjoyed the finer things in life, despite his tender age. Justin loaded my bag into the trunk before getting behind the wheel while I maneuvered myself into the passenger seat. I had chosen to wear a green khaki skirt that I thought accentuated my long and tanned legs, however I was a little wary of showing off more than just my legs since the skirt was certainly not school appropriate attire.
Glancing over, Jason said, "You look great today, Amanda. I hardly recognize you with your hair down."
"Thank you. I love your tee shirt, I didn't think guys your age listened to Pink Floyd these days!"
"Oh, I love them - their music is ageless and I'm always trying to get to grips with one of their guitar solo's. I'm just sorry that I have never been lucky enough to see them in concert."
"I have!" I said. "I went to see them when they played Houston about eight years ago. They sounded amazing and the show they put on to go with the music was just incredible."
This started a long conversation about music and who our favorite bands were. Jason seemed surprised to find that my musical taste spanned the spectrum of classic rock to classical. I could tell that he was impressed that I knew of some of the local indie bands that play around town.
"How do you know about the Tontons? I'm amazed that a woman of your age has even heard of them!"
I stared at him and, looking a little sheepish, he attempted to get himself out of the hole that he had just dug.
"Erm..., I just meant that they aren't very well known outside of the Indie rock scene, which tends to be focused on folks a little younger than you."
Laughing at his discomfort, I said, "I'm a woman of varied tastes, Jason. However if you keep making statements like that last one, I doubt that you are ever going to find out what those tastes are!"
I reached down and moved my seat back, allowing me to stretch my legs. As I did, I noticed Jason surreptitiously admiring me out of the corner of his eye. I had chosen the short khaki skirt for just this reason and I smiled inwardly at the knowledge that he was enjoying the view. I moved around in my seat, allowing the skirt to ride up my thighs, providing him ample opportunities to admire them. It felt sexy to be deliberately displaying myself to Jason in this manner and I hoped that he would soon be exploring my thighs with his hands and not just his eyes.
We arrived in Austin around 2:30 PM which meant we had time to register at the hotel and conference, have a little downtime and before heading out to dinner.
