Evening classes were not my idea of fun, school was not a time that held many good memories and going back to that environment didn't seem very appealing. However being new in town, living alone for the first time and being a useless cook led me to sign up for a basic cookery course. Two hours, once a week, was the commitment, not to arduous and when I saw the instructor it suddenly seemed far to infrequent.
The other attendees were pension age widowers, suddenly needing to cook for themselves and twenty something women who were finding frozen meals didn't match Mums' home cooking. Daisy was I guessed mid-thirties, amazonian build, blond, tanned and dressed to thrill. A sensible, knee length, kitchen apron over a sheer blouse and tight shorts. Safe and practical from the front, hot and revealing from the back.
All of us had been sent a shopping list for the first class, simple English cooking, easily recognisable ingredients. It was only when Daisy began the instructions and grabbed a carrot that anything other the cooking came to mind. She waved the unoffending carrot as though conducting an orchestra, although I've never seen a maestro eat his baton before. As she devoured the defenceless vegetable I got a mental picture of her holding my cock and feeding it into her face, lips not teeth working me over.
It was a good job we were seated behind desks as my hard on tented my trousers. I looked around at my fellow students but nobody else seemed to be on my wavelength, solemnly going along with the instructions as Daisy talked us through the recipe. All the ovens were at the front of the room behind where Daisy stood so we lined up to put our concoctions in to bake, Daisy strolled down the line, checking out the offerings, giving an encouraging comment or two along the way.
I was last in line and holding my dish low to cover my still erect cock, Daisy seemed to sense my embarrassment, "That looks nice" she said, eyes aimed at crotch level, "if you need any extra help hang around after we finish". Nobody else appeared to hear this and she smiled slyly as she winked at me. The nutrition lecture passed over my head, all I could think about was the "extra help" on offer.
As we lined up to collect our cooked meals at the end of class I made sure to be last in line and delayed my departure messing around wrapping my meal in tinfoil and then securing it in a plastic box. When I looked up Daisy and I were the only two left in the room. She twirled a key around and asked if I was okay to stay and help tidy up before she locked up. I assured her I was free as long as needed and she grinned sexily and strolled over to lock the door.
As she came back she untied her apron strings and slipped it over her head. The sheer blouse turned out to be the only cover for her upper body. Now the apron was gone her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. She worked her way around the room, straightening up chairs, wiping down desk tops. I followed, putting any left behind rubbish into a refuse sack. At the last desk she suddenly bent to pick up a recipe sheet from the floor, no lady like squat, a bend from the waist, legs straight, tight arse on full display. As I admired the view she looked back at me, licked her lips, gave me a dazzling smile and winked suggestively at me.
I took the hint and moved up behind, rubbing my bulge against her butt and taking hold of her hips to pull her towards me. She straightened up and I slid my hands round to squeeze her nipples as she ground her butt into my groin. I kissed her neck as she reached behind herself to massage my erection. Sliding my hands down her taut abs I rubbed her crotch and attempted to unfasten her shorts. Daisy spun round to face me and grabbed my hands, I thought I'd gone to far and was about to be dismissed but she pulled me over to the desk she'd used during class and sat down facing me.
Spreading her thighs she pulled me in close so my bulge met her crotch then wrapped her legs and arms around me and lifted her face to lock lips with me. I slid my hands under her shirt and pulled it up exposing her breasts and teased her nipples. Her kisses became more enthusiastic and she ground her crotch against me, no doubt in my mind now that I was going to score a home run. As I went to undo her shorts for a second time Daisy broke her clinch and pushed me back, not another knock back though, she drew her knees together, unfastened her shorts and wriggled her bum sexily on the desk top as she slid her shorts and knickers off.
