2. Mrs Wild: Mrs Davis; The Short Red Skirt Part 1.
Mrs Davis, a week earlier, was a senior Biology teacher at a prestigious school. She had all the men eating out of her palms and in a secure relationship.
Working in an all-boys school and being in a male dominated staff room, she had used her pretty face and womanly curves to keep the boys well behaved in the lessons and gained promotion after promotion.
For the past few months, she had enjoyed an affair with her boss, which had given her another promotion, as well as some excitement with the sex too.
Her little secret now exposed in such an embarrassing manner, she found herself unemployed and blacklisted in her profession; living in a hotel room, after, Keith, her husband found out too.
Now she was a broken woman in her mid-forties and was struggling to piece together what had happened to her. So careful in how she operated, to have been discovered like that, with her boss, Mr Grey, didn't add up at all. The feel of those hands on her body too. They felt too big and coarse to have been Mr Grey's, maybe it was all in her imagination.
One week earlier.
"I can't believe you can still get in that skirt Anne," Keith said.
"I do try to look after myself... but you better keep satisfying me in the bedroom then," Anne teased Keith.
She had maintained her trim size 12 figure for years now.
Seductively, she pulled up her tight short red skirt over her black skimpy French knickers. She slowly wiggled her body to pull them up and over her curvy bum and hips; knowing that Keith was aroused under the duvet, as he starred at her from the bed.
Anne knew she looked good in her favourite short red skirt and always wore it for 'special' occasions at school and today was another one of those days.
"You must tease those boys you teach in that skirt. It's a good inch above your knees."
It wasn't the boys she was planning on teasing that day. It was her boss, Mr Grey. They had an excuse to stay late, when an experiment had to be set up, and tonight was one of those nights.
It was also to celebrate Anne's further promotion into the senior team; she had only been at the school a few years too.
Knowing how the other women envied her for the attention, that she got; it all turned her on.
Despite approaching her mid-forties, she was one of the younger female teachers and by far the prettiest there, although, that wasn't a big achievement.
"I look forward to seeing you tonight... when the kids are in bed, I look forward to taking your red dress off."
Anne smiled before leaving to what would be a very eventful day.
***
Andrew, her boss, Mr Grey, was in his late fifties and a highly regarded deputy head, with a good network, he had introduced Anne to.
He had seen Anne there in the morning school meeting and felt his cock harden, as he looked at her stood there in that short red skirt. It was probably too short for a woman in her forties and too short for school.
Nobody would be complaining about it, as he saw other teachers look Anne up and down, that being the men. He was looking forward to seeing the rest of her body that night.
"I will get the experiment all set up as usual Andrew?" Mrs Wild asked.
She was the part time laboratory assistant.
Andrew respected her professionally, she was a highly regarded scientist, working at the school to help get students become more interested in science. She was well meaning but she wasn't anything to look at, unlike how Anne, Mrs Davis, was.
But Mrs Wild's now provided a useful service for Andrew, the experiments she set up, helped give Andrew and Anne their excuse to stay late.
He saw as Sheila, Mrs Wild, watched Andrew lose focus in her presence, to watch Anne walk by.
"That skirt is too short for a teacher Andrew," Sheila complained.
It wasn't the first time Sheila complained. Andrew just thought she was jealous. After all, she was a woman in her sixties, who, well, hardly was sexy. In fact, he doubted she had ever had sex by the look of her.
"I wish you would drop that Sheila. Mrs Davis is a senior member of staff and highly regarded," Andrew snapped before walking off and leaving Sheila looking disappointed.
Sheila knew all about the affair and heard all the gossip despite only working part time. Something had changed in her though. What was once something she didn't care about, became an issue for her.
On walking from the meeting, quite randomly, Sheila stopped two students, who happened to be amongst the biggest troublemakers at the school and handed out a late after school detention with Mrs Davis for messing around a few weeks ago. The boys didn't challenge it, although, they didn't understand; they didn't even remember the event.
As like normally, they disrespected Mrs Wild and made a lewd comment, as they scurred off down the corridor, something about them being willing to stay late with Mrs Davis anyway, they didn't need a detention.
Mrs Wild, this time, wasn't upset. She merely smiled to herself.
***
"Thanks for setting everything up, the students will love it Sheila," Anne said, as her, Andrew and Sheila were in the Biology laboratory at the end of the school day.
"Always a pleasure, you know how keen I am with getting students into science Anne," Sheila said.
"I know Sheila," Anne said, whilst Sheila could hear Andrew shouting over thanks in the background.
"Don't stay too late Anne, it's all set up anyway. You've got that husband of yours and kids to get back too," Sheila said smiling.
"We don't intend to at all Sheila, and thanks for the coffee too. We need that after the long day we've had." Anne replied, smiling.
Sheila smiled to herself.
"Sorry about before Sheila... I was just in a rush... anyway you seem... well... much happier now, which I'm glad to see," Andrew said, as he walked across over to Anne and Sheila.
"Oh, I most definitely am now Andrew, enjoy your evening," Sheila replied.
Andrew looked at Anne, as Sheila turned around to leave, and to apparently head home. They both picked up their coffees, took a sip and giggled to themselves. They planned on enjoying their evening.
"Shhhh ... don't let Sheila hear us giggling," Anne whispered cautiously, but it seemed to make them both giggle a little more.
"I want to reward you for your recent promotion," Andrew whispered.
As Sheila closed the door, she heard them giggle and as the door closed behind her, she laughed hysterically to herself.
***
Andrew and Anne raced through the paperwork. They didn't have too long alone, before the caretaker would be around doing a final check and lock up. He always went to their building last, to give them longer, when they had an experiment to set up.
It was all an excuse in some ways, but in others true. They were working on an experiment, just one involving their bodies.
Andrew closed the blinds and started to passionately kiss Mrs Davis.
He fancied her so much and couldn't believe a woman as attractive as her, would want a man over a decade older, like him.
She had a pretty face and short brown hair, in a kind of side sweep. His ideal woman, shortish, at 5-feet-2, but curvy, with a nice set of tits.
His hands went straight to her bum, as he gently groped it, whilst Anne gently dug her nails through his clean white shirt, making him moan.
Andrew wasn't thinking about his wife at home, all alone watching TV, nor did Anne think about her husband with the kids, waiting for her return home.
"Quick, let's fuck in the equipment cupboard," Anne said giggling and pulling away from Andrew's embrace; slowly swaying her hips for Andrew's arousal, as he watched and then followed her, as she walked towards the cupboard.
