Author's Note: All sexual depictions in this story occur between two or more legally consenting adults age 18 years of age or older. Also any names of people, locations, organizations or cities, unless well known established entities, are purely fictitious. Any similarities between these and actual ones is purely coincidental.
Leanne had a way about her... a certain mystical charm which drew you to her like a moth to a flame and would ensnare you in her carnal web of lust and desire. Once ensnared, all were hopelessly enslaved and unable to escape her wicked charms, yet who would complain. I know I certainly wouldn't.
What was it that drew people to her, like helpless sheep to the slaughter so willingly, knowing that they would be forever imprisoned by her, yet still submitting to her wanton desires?
Was it her crystal ice blue eyes which could peer into your soul and awaken latent desires long suppressed, or was it her pouting full ruby read lips that begged to be kissed? Maybe it was her shoulder length chestnut brown naturally curly hair which she so playfully and teasingly put in front of her face like an innocent little girl, begging you to come out and play with her, yet she was far from innocent.
Perhaps, it was her sumptuous 5'8", 125 pound, 34C-24-34 body which she so elegantly and gracefully strutted out on the dance floor, as her body moved in perfect unison to the pulsating rhythms spun by the DJ.
While out on the dance floor, she gyrated, and her body beckoned people to dance with her, yet she was very particular whom she danced with. Very rarely did a man stand a chance with her, but yet she loved to tempt and tease them.
Her favorite tease was to sensually and seductively run her hands over her body concentrating on the "vital areas" while wearing skimpy and revealing clothing which left very little to the imagination, just enough to make you want to see more.
Her other tease which ran a close tie to her favorite way to mercilessly tempt men, was when she danced with her girlfriends or even some girl she never met before in the bar.
The way they danced as they put their arms around each other's waists, passionately French kissed, rubbed their hot, sweaty, scantily clad bodies together, as their pussies grinded together while they danced together, was just short of X-rated, and was reminisce of a show put on by two hot girls on stage at a private strip club.
After Leanne has you in her clutches, what keeps you there? Perhaps it is the way those pouting ruby red lips wrap themselves around your cock as she goes down on you, taking your tool all the way in her warm wet mouth and sucking you dry. She uses her tongue to lick around your cock head and up and down the shaft as she massages your balls.
Taking your cock back into her mouth, she drinks you dry as you spew your hot manhood. Leanne swallows it all down, not missing a drop, and her motto is "Good girls suck, but bad girls swallow."
Perhaps another way she keeps you coming back for more, is the way she made love to you. Maybe it was the way she rides you cowgirl style, as her golden bronzed tan body moves up and down, and her shaven pink pussy gripped the sides of your cock and milked you dry. Try to imagine her sweet sugar walls gripping the sides of your cock and stroking it like 1000's of satiny smooth velvet fingers.
As she rides you, she pulls you up, and allows you to suck on her sumptuous breasts, as she holds your head there, and your bodies rock back and forth in perfect unison.
Also, try to imagine her warm, soft, hot, sweaty, body underneath yours as you fuck missionary style. Her hot, sweet, little body writhing under yours, and her perfectly toned short little dancer's legs wrap themselves around you, as her long torso rubs up against your body.
Your bodies melt together like warm butter on the finest fresh baked pasty, and you move together as one. Your souls are mystically united as the world around you slip away. Time and space loses all meaning, and you are caught up in your own universe, aware only of the other, and without saying a word, you intuitively know what the other wants.
As your passions rise higher and higher, your pleasures grow stronger and stronger, and your orgasms grew ever closer, until you both climax in unison. She floods your cock with her hot, sticky nectar, and you spew your hot manhood forth deep into her waiting pussy, like a massive erupting volcano which had been long dormant, and had just awoken.
If the sexual gratifications weren't enough to keep you ensnared, what other possible ways could she keep you from ever wanting to leave her side. The answer probably lied in her mannerisms and womanly charm.
Apart from being a sensual and seductive party animal, and an insatiable lascivious, wanton slut in the bedroom, Leanne had a softer side, a charm, elegance, and grace about her that was just as evident, and just as much a part of who she was.
Even though she was a total insatiable slut in the bedroom, she was very much the lady in public, and be the first one to help anybody who needed it. Perhaps she could be faulted for being too caring and generous, but again I never have heard of compassion ever being a personality weakness that needed to be worked on.
When it came to intimacy, however, she was very selective in the men she allowed in her life, not only because she could, because she had what every guy wanted sexually, but also because of the fact that once committed, she was fiercely loyal to her man and treated him like a king.
Leanne went out of her way for her special man, and stood behind him in all that he did, and did all that she could to encourage him to reach for his dreams. Leanne also made her man feel special, dress for him in certain ways if he wanted her to, and not only stood with him during the good times, but was willing to walk with him through the fires of hell, and together, hand in hand, they faced whatever life handed them.
In short, Leanne could be considered a modern day "June Cleaver" or even "Harriet Nelson," but with a twist. Not only was she a totally devoted loving housewife and domestic partner, she was a career woman as well, who balanced both with grace and charm.
"So, how do I know so much about Leanne," you may be asking yourself, well let's just say that I am that lucky man who won her heart and affection but unbeknownst to me, I had it the first day she walked in to my sphere of influence, and those affections laid dormant for years, until we were reunited as fate ordained it one summer's eve.
It all started few years ago. I had just finished my undergraduate work with a double major in mathematics and computer science and had graduated early(that December). During my last semester in school, I had interviewed with a number of reputable companies, but had my heart set on working with a well-known and well sought after defense contractor.
However, there was one little snag that briefly stood in my way from landing a job with them... they were in the middle of a hiring freeze that was projected to last for 19 months.
They were very interested in hiring me, but they were unable to, until their new facility was built in my area, which was scheduled to bring over 1500 jobs to the area. I signed a contingent contract offer which stated that once the plant was built, I would be hired as a systems analyst.
It was contingent on my area winning the bid to build the plant. You see I wanted to stay in my area if at all possible, seeing that I had been left a nice lake side cabin by my parents when they retired back east to be with my mom's family.
While I was waiting to be hired, I made use of my time. A friend of mine suggested that I teach math while I waited on the company to be built here, and so I did. I was hired on to replace a math teacher who took an early medical retirement and was given a Junior class homeroom.
It was one of the five county schools in our area which was rated class 5-A in athletics(roughly about 1250 students). I taught 3 sections of Trig/Advanced Math, one section of Pre-Calculus and one section of what came to be known as "senior math," math for those who just needed an easy credit to graduate.
For the other two periods of the day, one was taken up by duty(during lunch), and the other was my planning time. Anyhow, Leanne arrived to the school just a few weeks before I did, as a junior and was assigned to my home room.
I remember the first day I saw her. She was looking very stunning in her white sweater and grey skirt and I could tell she was going to be quite popular and would eventually have the boys eating out of her hands. She also knew it, and used it to her advantage.
For the first couple of weeks, she didn't say much to me, but I could tell she liked me just by the way she kept watching me, and finally, she eventually came up after homeroom and asked if she could aid for me on my planning period and I said sure.
During this time, she let her hair down around me and I came to find out she was what you would call a chatty Cathy, in that he would talk your ear off if you let her.
Leanne told me that she was an army brat and her father had been assigned here for 21 months, but said when it came time for her to move again, she was going to stay here. Leanne was tired of constantly not being able to put roots down, and besides she confided in me that she fell in love with the natural beauty of the area with the lakes and mountains.
Over the rest remaining 5 months in school, I could tell we were getting closer and that she was sending off signals that she liked me. However, I never acted on it for a number of reasons. First of all, I had a hard and fast rule. I never got involved with "Jailbait"(girls under 18). That was bad news and trouble, and I wanted neither.
Second, my standard minimum age was usually 21. On rare occasions, I did date someone between 18-21, but that was when I was in college and was attending a frat party. We were both pretty wasted and ended up fucking. When we sobered up, she had the attitude like it never even happened so I never saw her again.
However, my last rule which I added on the advice of one of my closest friends, was to never get involved with someone under your direction such as an employee under you, or in my case, a student. He said to trust him on this and it would save a whole world of headaches.
The next year and a half passed pretty much without incident, although during her senior year, Leanne had pretty much ramped up her affections for me, and as I come to find out, she wasn't the only one who had the hots for me. Pretty much all the girls in my classes thought I was a "stud muffin." I guess I could see that seeing that at age 24, I had that preppie charm and pretty boy looks going for me.
Anyhow, Leanne graduated, but about a week before she did, she came down to my room all excited.
"Guess what Mr. Johnson,"
