Amber shook her long blonde hair free from the pony tail she had had it in all day. Running her fingers through it she checked the time. Five minutes until her last appointment then she could finally go home. She loved her job as a primary school teacher, but the parents evenings were the one thing she could do without. Not that she didn't like meeting the parents or giving them progress updates, well if she was being honest there were some parents she would be happy not to meet and some pupils that challenged her use of the English language to present their progress in a positive way. The problem was that they were always after school, so after a full day of teaching, she then had another two or three hours before she could go home.
She checked her list again. The last appointment was Mr. Hill, Gracie's dad. It could be a lot worse. Gracie was a lovely 8 year old, very bright and eager to please, so talking about her would actually be a joy and easy to be positive. A thoughtful child, she was very independent and Amber knew that if she was asking for help then it was a genuine opportunity for learning. Mr Hill was another reason the appointment was a nice one to finish on.
There had been a definite buzz in the staff room three or four years ago when Gracie and her dad first showed up at the school. He was a strikingly handsome man with short brown hair and warm hazel eyes with a slight sadness behind them. It turned out he was a widower who had moved into the area to be nearer his support network after his wife had died. His face lit up as soon as Gracie appeared when he picked her up at the end of the day and Amber couldn't remember a day where it hadn't been him dropping Gracie off or picking her up.
Since he arrived, Amber had definitely noticed more make up and better hair on the morning run and afternoon pick up. This was the first year she had teaching Gracie and she'd frequently smiled to herself at some of the single mums, and some of the married ones, trying to flirt with him whilst waiting for their children, but he only had eyes for Gracie.
One last glance at her watch and it was back into teacher mode, hair pulled back into a professional looking ponytail, a welcoming smile on her face, just one more appointment to go.
There was a gentle knock on the classroom door, he was dead on time. Amber called for him to come in and he opened the door and stepped through.
"Mr Hill?" Amber confirmed, holding out her hand.
"Guilty as charged," he confirmed, taking her hand and shaking it firmly. He had a genuine, disarming smile that temporarily flustered Amber.
"This is ridiculous," she thought to herself, "He's just a handsome man, but more importantly he's a parent. Be professional."
Amber motioned for him to sit where he liked and he sensibly chose to perch on the edge of a desk rather than try and squeeze into one of the children's chairs. Amber leant against her teacher's desk. She wasn't sure why she hadn't sat at her desk as she had for the other appointments, nothing to do with him seeing her legs in her knee length black skirt she told herself.
"I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to talk properly," Amber began, "But Gracie's just been a joy to teach, no problems at all. I wish I had a class full of Gracies!"
"That is good to hear," Mr Hill responded, "I must say, you are her favourite teacher. Almost every day it's Miss Williams this, Miss Williams that. You've made a real impression on her. It is Miss isn't?"
"Yes, definitely Miss," Amber answered, wondering why she added the definitely. When Mr Hill gave his disarming smile at the news, she thought she would melt. Was he flirting with her? Amber tried to push any thoughts like that to the back of her mind. He was a parent, she was a teacher, she taught his daughter, this was strictly a professional relationship.
"Of course it would be remiss of me not to let you know where she can improve," Amber continued, grateful of the distraction, "She has a tendency to rush the things she finds easy, like Maths, and doesn't always read the question. She's a really smart girl, but silly mistakes can stop her showing her full potential." Amber found herself automatically shifting position, allowing her skirt to ride up slightly, glancing downwards whenever they made eye contact. Her body seemed determined to entice him, no matter the risks.
"Family trait, I'm afraid," Mr Hill explained, looking slightly bashful, "You could be talking about me at that age, and older truth be told, but I will try and help her with it. Anything else?"
"Nothing that she can't cope with if she keeps on as she is," Amber replied honestly, "She's confident and intelligent without being arrogant and her empathy is amazing in one so young. If anyone is upset or needs help, she's the first one there. You should congratulate yourself, she's a lovely well rounded young girl." As Mr Hill slipped off his jacket, Amber couldn't help but notice his strong shoulders and felt herself shifting in position as she imagined being held in his arms. Did she see his eyes quickly check out her breasts and thighs, or was it wishful thinking?
"I'm afraid I can't take a huge amount of credit, she's a real case if it taking a village to raise a child," he deflected, "You are a big influence on her as well, and I can see why. My wife laid the groundwork, I'm just trying not to mess it up."
"Well, I can assure you noone is messing up at the moment," said Amber. Despite feeling that he was checking her out, the mention of his wife putting all thoughts of flirting out of her mind, thankfully. His self-deprecating replies had been making him more attractive to her and she was sure his voice had lowered a few tones as he talked about her. However, she was back to professionalism with a bump now, convinced she had been imagining any interest from him.
"There was something she wrote the other day that I wanted to show you," Amber said, "It's somewhere here on my desk." With that she stood and moved round to the back of her desk and started sorting through papers. "They were asked to write a poem about someone they admire," she continued, aware that he had moved round the desk with her, "Aha, here it is."
Amber moved the paper to the centre of the desk and showed Mr Hill his daughter had written about him. She was pointing out the sections that she was impressed with when she froze, feeling a hand encroaching under her skirt and finding the inside of her thigh. She didn't know what to do for the best as she felt it edge upwards.
"Mr Hill," Amber began, her heart pounding, she hoped her voice sounded calmer than she felt, "I don't think that's appropriate."
"Probably not," Mr Hill whispered gruffly in her ear, "But, I didn't hear you tell me to stop."
"No, you didn't," sighed Amber as his hand reached her knickers, her body had betrayed her and she could only imagine how damp the white cotton was. She sighed again, deeper this time as his fingers pushed the material between her lips as trying to force it deep inside her pussy.
Amber's mind was spinning, should she put a stop to this, or should she put something behind the door to stop anyone walking in? She knew this was unprofessional and could get her fired, but she couldn't get over the fact this handsome widower was choosing her. Her body cried out for his attention and she didn't want to do anything to let reality back in and risk him stopping.
Mr Hill continued pushing her knickers against her sensitive labia and inner lips, the slight roughness of the material was a new sensation, but she needed more. He must have been reading her mind as the next moment his fingers pushed the material to one side and two slipped easily into her dripping channel. Amber gave a soft mewl as the digits sank into right up to the knuckles, desperately trying not to make too much noise. In her mind she was screaming her enjoyment and encouragement but knew she couldn't let go completely.
Amber gasped quietly as Mr Hill's fingers slowly slid in and out of her, she hadn't realised how much she needed this. It had been a few months since her last boyfriend and she was suddenly understanding how much she had missed this physical contact. As he continued to tease her pussy, Amber reached behind her groping for his crotch. She soon found it, her hand pressing against a large, warm bulge.
Working blindly with the pleasurable sensations emanating from her fingering distracting her, Amber fumbled for the zip on Mr Hill's trousers, pulling at it desperately when she found it. She had to put her hand back on the desk as her accomplice altered the angle and brushed her g-spot, a sudden burst of energy shooting through her body. A small yelp of pleasure escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Driven on by the enhanced sensations, Amber returned her hand to Mr Hill's trousers, forcing it through the now gaping hole at the front. She easily found his hard cock, covered with a thin layer of cotton. Pressing her palm against it, she felt it jerk automatically in response, a soft moan coming from Mr Hill. She was able to get a better idea of his size now, and she wasn't disappointed, it felt about six inches long and had a girth that felt good in her palm.
His fingers were driving her wild as he slowly increased the pace, her body pushing back against them instinctively. The thought that tomorrow morning she would be in a similar position, but in front of a classroom full of children briefly came to mind, but was soon pushed to the back by the fingers invading her pussy and the hot meat in her hand. Operating on automatic, any thoughts of professionalism replaced by desire, Amber pulled blindly at Mr Hill's underwear, desperate to take hold of his tool.
His breathing quickened as she achieved her goal pulling his hard cock out of his trousers. As she gripped it and started stroking it, the feeling of his rigid flesh in her fingers was enough to push her over the edge. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself crying out as her body jerked backwards against his invading fingers with the waves of pleasure flowing through her body.
"Fuck me, please," Amber begged in a hoarse whisper. She knew this wasn't allowed, especially not in the classroom, but at that moment nothing else mattered. She didn't care if the head teacher walked in at that moment, she needed his cock in her more than she could put into words.
Amber purred in anticipation as she felt him remove his fingers and pushed her skirt upwards towards her hips, his wet fingers leaving a trail of her juices on her thigh. Reaching between her legs, she pulled her knickers to one side, leaving herself exposed and ready for him, inviting his cock into her.
Mr Hill didn't a second invitation, holding the blonde's hips, he slid into her as far as he could. They both let out involuntary moans as they were finally joined. It had been too long since Amber had felt a hard dick inside her, but as much as she wanted to savour this, she knew the situation was not on their side.
"Oh, that feels so good," she whispered breathily, "Hard and fast, please. Before anyone finds us."
