"Evening, Sir! What you doing out tonight?" A tap on the shoulder accompanied the female voice. I silently closed my eyes and for a second, imagined it hadn't happened. Nightmare. The worst part of going out near where you work as a teacher is seeing the parents of the kids. The use of "Sir" as an address was interesting though, as the children at school call me Mister...X. I supposed it was probably a throwback to high school. I'd called my teachers "Sir" at high school, too.
It had happened, though, and so I turned, smile plastered quickly across my face in a way that surely had to look as forced as it felt. I hoped whichever mum it was had had as many to drink as me, so they might not notice! There could be any number of parents out tonight, a Friday at the end of a half term. I hoped at least it was a nice one, but couldn't tell from the voice, with the music from the nearby speakers making it impossible to catch the voice in full.
Beer in hand, I found myself face to face with Denny's mum. Now Denny was a lovely girl in my current class at the time - a class I'd also taught when they were younger as I'd moved classes to teach an older age group this year. The mum, whose name was Alex, had always been the standout mum on the playground, make up always immaculate whether at drop off first thing in the morning or pickup in the afternoon, with, to put it bluntly, a stunning body. She was petite, no more than 5"6 I thought, and slim, with tits a nice medium size and a simply perfect arse... I was always pleased when she was on her way to the gym after morning drop off as the sight of her in her gym leggings was enough to set my blood flowing south. I'd taught Denny's cousin, too, and can confirm her mum's sister was just as hot, though in a more... innocent way somehow. Perhaps just less obvious, with less strappy tops on the playground to catch my eye... and the eyes of the dads at pickup! She was lovely though, as well as hot, and had always come across as being mature beyond her years. She'd had Denny at just 18, and with Denny now in my class aged 9, mum was around 8 years my junior despite how much older her daughter was than my two children. She had also recently had another baby, with another dad who apparently wasn't on the scene, but seemed to be coping exceptionally and had somehow recovered her stunning body in almost record time.
Tonight, I have to admit, I had to fight not to stare straight at her tits. They weren't massive, but they were perfectly pert and natural C or D cups, framed beautifully by a moderately low cut white top with frills at the sleeve and along the cleavage, her bra straps out over her shoulders also white to match the top. I assumed from the shapely and pert nature of her chest only a few months on from giving birth that she wasn't breast feeding. Her legs were long...ish, considering she was a fair bit sorter than myself, but they were beautifully toned and tanned below a denim skirt which reached half way down her thighs above some calf high black boots with maybe a 2 or 3 inch heel.
She wore a small smile across her pretty face as she sipped at what I assumed was a voda and coke, or something along those lines, and my own smile had quickly became a real one to match. Her brown hair was up tonight, a single long curl hanging down the side of her face, which she twirled round a finger as she waited for my answer.
Catching myself staring instead of answering, I apologised with a compliment to her appearance, gaining a beautiful smile back, before I responded to her question, explaining we were out for the end of the half term and pointing out a couple of the other members of staff out with me.
Alex, it turned out, was out for a friend's birthday, but the friend had already been taken home by a couple of others after throwing up in the toilets. She said she wasn't that close to the remaining members of the group and had been thinking of going home until she spotted me. She flashed me a stunning smile when I offered to buy her a drink (Malibu, not vodka, apparently) and we stood together, chatting and drinking, as I gradually forgot about the staff I was out with. It wasn't my usual friends who were out tonight, and I think if had been Holly and Natalie who I was with, I don't think I'd have been so easily distracted by a pretty face.
Distracted I was, however, and it wasn't long before our conversation was being held at close quarters, speaking directly into each other's ears over the music and with lots of light touches on the arm, while I found moments to rest my hand on her hip or lower back. Both of us studiously avoided mentioning my job, my family, or her daughter, of course, focusing on social plans and general small talk.
As teachers, Erica and I have had one basic rule about our lifestyle which ensures that, while we've fucked colleagues of each of us, both separately or in threesomes or foursomes, we're able to keep certain things professional and very separate in our jobs. The rule... don't fuck the parents. We discussed it very early on and decided it would be a bad idea, with the potential for playground gossip one issue, our bosses finding out and having an understandable issue with it... and the potential for upset from the children we teach if they found out we'd fucked their mum!
I'd had enough to drink tonight, though, that I thought it seemed reasonable to make an exception, especially with how hot this particular parent was. We'd both had a few more drinks by now, and when she asked for a selfie for her social media I acquiesced, taking one myself straight after, which of course went straight to my wife rather than online. I was clear to tell Erica in the accompanying message that this was a mum from school, and if she'd messaged back to be sensible, then the night would have ended with a couple more drinks and a friendly goodbye.
Erica, however, was out with staff from her school that night too... and her response, which I checked when Alex excused herself to nip to the toilet, told me she'd clearly had a few drinks of her own and was very much in the mood. "Do you think she'd be ok with me eating your cum out of her?" followed by a winking emoji was soon followed by, "If not, I'll go home with Rhea," which was accompanied by a picture of her with her tongue down the throat of her teaching assistant Rhea, who I'd fucked several times on a course a couple of years earlier - a week which had ended with Rhea and another colleague of theirs, Helen, joining me and Erica at home for a foursome which had been both Rhea and Helen's first experiences with another woman.
Rhea had enjoyed it enough that she and Erica had fucked a few times since, as well as the three of us sleeping together another couple of times as a group, and it looked like Erica would enjoy Rhea's tongue again tonight.
I would happily have brought Alex home to Erica and my god would I have enjoyed seeing the two together, but I was aware enough of the situation that I thought trying to spring a surprise threesome on a mum from my class, or even suggesting such before anything happened, could wildly backfire.
I told Erica I thought that might be one to work on for the future, but that tonight she should enjoy Rhea's company... and that I'd appreciate any further pictures she fancied sending over!
Alex returned having stopped at the bar on the way back from the toilet, wielding a small tray of four tequila shots. "Word is that you're a lover of tequila, Sir," she grinned. I am... and I happily joined Alex in a couple of shots. She insisted that we feed each other the second, including taking the salt from each other's hands. I'd been fairly sure I knew where the night was headed, but the increased physicality of mouth on skin, stepped up by her, told me I definitely wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.
We were both quite tipsy at this point, and Alex commented that the last me she'd been on the tequila, she'd been in Ibiza, and had sucked it out of her friend's belly button, and vice versa. I raised my eyebrow and suggested another shot immediately, my blood flow steadily being redirected at this point from my brain to my growing erection, combining with the alcohol to remove an lingering doubts I may have had about being seen getting together with a parent by other members of staff out with me, or any other parents from school. She grinned and after I ordered us another shot each, she told me to place her on the bar. I lifted her by the hips, thumbs purposefully placed above the line of her skirt but underneath her top, while my index finger slotted into the belt loops "for grip" as I lifted, which of course lifted her skirt up a little, revealing more of her glorious tanned thighs. Placing her on the bar facing me, she spread her legs slightly apart, revealing a pair of white panties which I tried desperately not to stare too obviously at. She giggled quite brazenly, and widened her legs a little further, before she lay back on the bar and lifted her top up to reveal a lovely flat stomach for the barmaid to pour tequila into her belly button.
I didn't hesitate before stepping forward to suck the alcohol from her navel, pausing for a second to tease the area with my tongue before flicking my head back to down the shot. She gave me a sultry grin as I caught her eye after the shot. "You're going to have to feed me mine with your mouth," she said, before directing the barmaid to again pour the tequila into her belly button. Again I tongued the little indent as I sucked the tequila into my mouth, but this time kept it to release into Alex's, our lips coming together in our first kiss of the night, as per her somewhat obvious design.
The kiss wasnt broken quickly, our lips pressing together as Alex swallowed her tequila and then the kiss repeated, quickly joined by her tongue extending into my mouth to wrestle my own.
My left hand on her wet stomach, I eased Alex round to encourage her to sit back up on the bar, the kiss not breaking as our tongues explored each other's mouths. Her tanned thighs pressed on either side of my ribcage as she leaned down into the kiss, and my hands rested on her hips, underneath her top.
After a couple of minutes, I broke the kiss to ask the important question, "So shall we head to my place?"
Alex shook her head, "Mine is literally three minutes walk." She leapt down from the bar and led me to the exit via a table where she picked up her small white clutch bag. "Let's go."
