Part 2: The Story Continues
I told him that Zack was an excellent student and we really didn't have any major issues to discuss. I went on how the discussions we were having would be the same issues that I would discuss with Zack's mother when I met with her.
We chatted about Zack's performance and his participation in class and how well he got along with the others in his class and in the school.
All the while I was speaking Mr. Bryan was being dutifully attentive often times staring at me intensely. When I finished going over Zack records and work I asked Mr. Bryan if he had any questions.
"Just one." he said, staring directly at me, "This may be incredibly inappropriate but will you have dinner with me Saturday night?"
I was shocked and a bit flustered.
"Thank you for the invitation but I am married and I don't think it would be appropriate," I said.
"Your husband is a very lucky man," he said, "but to be quite honest I find you incredibly beautiful. Smart, attractive, professional and from what I am imagining you have a body to die for." "I was hoping that I could get to know you in a more inappropriate manner."
He was smooth and attractive and his boldness made my entire body tingle with anticipation for some erotic adventure.
"Thank you," I said, "I have been told that he is a lucky man several times in the past." "I am sure that many women have told you how handsome you are as well, but I don't think I am interested. It might negatively affect my professional career."
"Ok, you are right," he said, "dinner at my place might seem inappropriate." "But I am running through any number of scenarios involving you and me, and dinner seems the least inappropriate."
"Your body language, I am very good at reading women's body language, tells me that you are interested. The slight flush to your cheeks, the now visible hardening of your nipples and your smell of arousal all indicate that the thought of some "inappropriate" time with me is running through your mind as well."
I was flustered. He was right, I had been imagining what this man would look like naked. I imagined that his body would be buff, sort of easy to discern because his suit and pants hugged his body. I also imagined that his chest would be smooth, shaved or waxed I couldn't tell, but smooth and hard. I lingered over the thought of his cock, not huge, but larger than average, broad with a large head.
"I still think it would be inappropriate," I said again.
"I'll give you an option," he said. "Dinner at our place Saturday evening. You can call it a home visit if that would make it more appropriate. Or I can take you out to my car and fuck you there."
I was again shocked at his aggressive manner. "I didn't see what kind of car you drive, but I usually do not fuck strange men in cars."
"Where do you like to fuck strange men," he shot back?
"Well, if I were to be the kind of woman who would fuck strange men, it probably would be at their home, after a drink and some stimulating conversation, dinner, and coffee," I shot back boldly.
"Great, it's a date then. You won't be disappointed."
"Not so fast, I said if I were that type of woman," I said. 'Do you think I am that kind of woman?"
"Beautiful, I don't know what kind of woman you are, but I want to find out," he said.
"I've already told you that I am married," I said.
"Yes, yes you did," he replied, "but there are a lot of married women out there and not all remain 100% true to their husbands. Just ask my ex-wife."
"So, you think I am one that might not be 100% faithful? What made you come to that conclusion" I asked?
"Taking a look at you, I am sure, that even with your continued attempts to dress and act professionally at work, your body sends out signals of the joys that await, that any number of men have come on to you," he said. "You just look like the kind of woman men lust after. I am only human beautiful." "Your relationship with your husband is a whole other matter. I am not looking to take you away from him. I am only looking to enjoy fucking you."
We made the arrangements for Saturday night at his home at 7:30.
As he was leaving my classroom he said, "The car is just out in the parking lot. Can I convince you to give me a prelude?"
I closed the door behind him with a sly smile.
The parent/teacher conferences were on Tuesday evening. I had four days to think about what I had gotten myself into for Saturday night.
Zack's first-grade teacher was of little help in understanding Mr. Bryant. She assured me that he was a great parent, very concerned about Zack's progress and socialization experiences. I should also point out that she is an older woman who is also professional but not the most stylish dresser. I doubt if Mr. Bryan was as aggressively sexual with her.
So, to make a long story short, I was committed to meeting Mr. Bryan at his home Saturday night. I was pretty sure I would be safe, but I was both excited (to be honest aroused) at the possibilities that faced me. He did make his intentions clearly known at or school meeting, and he was right since the birth of my daughter men had been coming on to me.
I told my husband on Friday evening that I had a home visit scheduled for Saturday evening and he was ok with it, little knowing what might be in store for his wife, and without knowing how anxious with anticipation his wife was.
I was nervous as a cat all day Saturday. Ran through in my mind what I was going to wear and why each garment was selected. I selected an almost sheer bra that had a front clasp. The bra was selected because of the thin material and the fact that it pushed my breasts together to create (I have been told) "delicious" cleavage.
Around 4 in the afternoon I couldn't stand it anymore. I went upstairs to our bedroom and undressed. When I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror I knew what the men were seeing, even if I wasn't nude. My breasts were large, firm and supple. My waist was trim my belly flat and taught and flared out to a nice set of hips with a tight but not overly large ass. The selling point was my completely shaved pussy. Mr. Bryan will approve I said to myself.
I quickly showered and made myself ready for the evening.
I arrived at Mr. Bryan's home about 15 minutes late. When I pulled up I realized that it was the largest house on the street. The street was in the neighborhood adjoining the lake. His home was on the lake side of the street.
I pulled into the driveway and pushed the button at the gate. I guess he was expecting me because the gate swung open without my having to identify myself. I followed the driveway to a place outside the three car garage, but relatively close to the door.
I approached the large entryway and rang the bell. Moments later I heard footsteps approaching the door. Mr. Bryan opened the door and smiled. "Wow, you look stunning," he said.
I had worn a pencil skirt that came to just above my knees, a crisp white blouse that buttoned up the front (leaving one or two of the buttons undone to show some cleavage) and my best stilettos. He was wearing a golf shirt and a pair of slacks and penny loafers with no socks. His golf shirt showed off his buff chest and shoulders and his flat abs.
I thanked him for the compliment and admired his entry hall. "Let me give you the tour," he said.
It was a beautiful grand and large home, with a beautiful large kitchen, a step down great room with a grand fireplace and a beautiful view of the lake, his dock and the outside covered patio area. To one side of the patio was a large spa/hot tub.
After the tour of the first floor, we went up the winding marble stairway to the second floor. A large office, a home theater, and 5 bedrooms awaited. One of the bedrooms was Zack's and he was enjoying himself with a video game. He was surprised to see me, but when I greeted him I told him I had come by to talk with his father about how great he was doing in school. "Mrs. Carpenter will be up to get you ready for bed soon, so we'll say goodnight now," he said. Mrs. Carpenter, he told me was the housekeeper and was downstairs in the kitchen and would be leaving after Zack had gone to bed.
Mr. Bryan's bedroom was the largest with a large and expensively appointed bathroom complete with a steam shower and several shower heads and jets.
I did notice that when we walked through his bedroom to see the bathroom that the bed was already turned down and it was covered by just a sheet.
We finished upstairs on the balcony off the master bedroom overlooking the lake.
"OK, now for that drink," he said. "I remembered your statement at the end of our conference." "If I were to be the kind of woman who would fuck strange men, it probably would be at their home, after a drink and some stimulating conversation, dinner, and coffee."
We went back downstairs to the expansive great room and he said, "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."
He was back in a flash to ask what sort of drink I wanted. "Surprise me," I said.
I waited on his large couch until he returned, drink in hand. "A dirty martini for the lady," he said as he offered the tray with two drinks. I took one and said, "Thank you."