It was my son's last year in elementary school and field day time was upon them for their last time. The children loved field day, the competition time, to play with their friends, but most of all, the day out of the classroom. Their teachers always joined them to the field. It is a football field, AstroTurf with nice bleachers and locker rooms. This is where my story comes in. This particular day, the rain was pouring down. It has been a "done deal" that rain or shine they went on. Most wore protective clothing or clothes that dried fast wore others just wore shorts.
I had my eye on the 5th grade teacher ever since my oldest daughter went to the school. She was about 5 feet 4 inches with shoulder length blonde hair and the green eyes that shined like emeralds. Her breasts were not large, but very firm and inviting. Her flat stomach to her thin waistline made her look extremely desirable. The dreams I had were good, but this day was going to make them only hints. The teachers gave out place ribbons for each event. I had worn my nylon shorts to have a quick dry time knowing I was going to get soaked. I assisted in the recognizing what place each child finished.
I had to go pee due to the rain that soaked my shorts and tee shirt. Getting wet does that to me. In entering the hall to the lockers, I found this delicious woman sitting next to the locker rooms filling out the ribbons. I stopped briefly to joke with her being in the dry. I used a towel to dry my hair while laughing with her. When I pulled the towel off my head, I looked down to see her staring at my shorts. I looked to see the wet material had clung to me, revealing every detail of my cock. Since I had the hots for her anyway, this just stimulated me and my cock began to increase in size right before her eyes.
She shyly looked away for a minute, but couldn't keep from looking back. I didn't want to discourage her, so I stood my ground acting as if I was drying my upper body and had not noticed her. I thought quickly to chance my luck and peeled my wet shirt over my head. I am not in the best of shape, but my younger years of working out has stayed with me enough to give me a solid fairly solid build. I felt my cock growing hard and excused myself to the locker room. Inside, I felt like kicking myself for blowing maybe the one chance I may have had. I walked to the urinal and relieved my bladder. When I finished and turned back around, I was surprised to find her standing behind me. I didn't say a word. I took her in my arms, being small built as she is; I lifted her off the floor and carried her to the sink. I sat her on the counter and slowly slid my hands down her sides. I reached the bottom of her t-shirt and let them slip inside.
My hands were cold from the rain, but her warm body cured that problem. I looked into those beautiful green eyes and slowly grazed my fingers up her smooth tummy. When I reached the bottom of her lace bra, I traced the edge from side to side, just enjoying the softness of her skin. I traced my fingers around the fullness of her breasts, so firm and full. When I reached the top of her bra, I let my fingers dip down inside to touch her nipples. They were growing hard as I traced and circled them slowly and gently. I heard a soft moan escape her lips. I leaned to kiss her tenderly on her moist lips. My heart raced when I felt her tongue slip out and attempt to probe my mouth. I obliged her by parting my own lips and meeting her tongue with my own.
