A/N: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. I hope you enjoy!
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She walked up and down the hallway, her heeled boots making a small, rhythmic click-clack against the tiled floor. She sighed, 'Where is he?!' It was well past 4 o'clock. Over an hour and a half past the time her boyfriend, Andrew, was supposed to pick her up. She groaned and reached into her pocket, pulling out her earphones plugged them into her phone and blasted her music in her ears.
It was too cold to walk all the way home by herself and the rain that was currently attacking the city wasn't helping anything. She had gotten soaked when she had tried to leave by herself. Her black tank-top was sticking against her skin and her soaked jeans dripping onto the floor.
She called every cab service she could think of. They either didn't do local; they had no cabs available or were so backed up that all she got was a busy signal. She ran her fingers through her wet, black hair and let out another sigh before she finally stopped pacing and decided instead, to wander around the school.
It was empty and quiet; everyone had already gone home for the week-long break. Everyone except her, of course. By now, she had done everything she could think of, she had went to the vending machine, hung out in the bathroom, timed herself on how long it took her to run up and down all five flights of stairs and counted ceiling tiles.
Seeing as it didn't seem like he was coming to get her anytime soon and she was worried that her outfit was going to sour, she walked to her locker and pulled out a pair of her shorts that she kept for emergencies. She pulled off her top and jeans. Cursing when she couldn't find another shirt, she simply slipped of the jean shorts and kept on her slightly damp, lacy bra.
She had just closed her locker when she heard someone call her name.
"Melissa?"
He watches as she spins around in shock and crosses her arms over her chest, her cheeks a deep red.
"Oh my gosh," she stutters out, "Mr. Greene I-I didn't know anyone was still here.
He swallows slowly and responds, trying to keep his eyes on her face, "I'm working late tonight."
"Okay." She replies, looking anywhere and everywhere except him.
He takes this opportunity to look over her scantily clothed body. Her long hair is soaking wet and clinging to her neck, back and chest. Her long legs are shivering and her wide hips and thighs are barely covered by the light blue denim, she hadn't even had a chance to button them up.
Her lean stomach is partially covered by her arms and even though her chest is covered by her as arms and hair, he can easily see that her breasts are large. He can feel his cock harden in his pants. He shifts uncomfortably and clears his throat.
"Why don't you come upstairs? I think I have a jacket or something in my office you could use."
"Oh, thanks!" She says smiling.
She walks ahead of him, marching up the stairs, quietly. This is when he notices that on top of a pretty face, long legs and ample bosom, she has the stereotypical "ghetto booty" of a black woman. He bites his lower lip to muffle a groan as he feels his lower region swell just a bit more.
Richard Greene was an ass man. While he appreciated all aspects of the female anatomy, asses were his favorite. Especially large, round ones like Melissa had. It was inches in front of his face swaying enticingly as she continued to walk up the stairs without a clue what was going on behind her. 'What is wrong with me? She's a student, and I'm married!'
Richard loved his wife dearly but not only was the sex boring, she didn't have any of the physical aspects he was looking for. She was a small B cup with a flat ass that she prided herself in keeping toned and trim. He tried to tell her that if she maybe ate a little more now and then, she could still be toned and trim with a bigger ass, but she refused to even listen. And now he was staring at Melissa's hypnotic derriere like a creep.
When they got to his office he unlocked the door and let her in, the door closing behind them. "Why are you here so late?" He asks, looking around the office to find something to cover to very appealing teenager with. Melissa hops up on his desk and shrugs, "Andrew was supposed to pick me up from school so we could go out tonight, and surprise, he didn't show. "Oh, uh. I'm sorry" He mumbles continuing to search around the room.
"Nah, it's fine."
He turns to look at her and sees she had her arms down and her shoulders shrugged inward, forgetting she had nothing to cover her upper body with.
The swells of her breasts are pushed together and he notices that her nipples are erect. He wishes that he was sucking on them at this very moment. She hops off the table and turns around, as if looking for something. "Hey, do you have an outlet in here? My phone's about to die."
"Huh? Oh,uh yeah. Right behind the desk. You know if you can wait a while, I'd be happy to drive you home." He says.
Instead of walking around the desks and plugging her charger in, she turns around and bends over the desk, the movement caused her shorts to ride up, despite being unbuttoned, showcasing her beautiful rear.
He can feel his mind go blank. Then he isn't thinking, he's walking right over to her. "That'd be awesome, Mr. Greene."
"Call me Richard." He mumbles and then his large, pale hand is on her ass.
