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.
