Continued from Mrs Johnson's After School Club...
Debbie Johnson and Dave had been together for three months now. Her young neighbour Tim was almost a distant memory. The days of him blackmailing her into letting him take photos and then having sex with her were seemingly over.
Whether that was down to her being with Dave now, or his embarrassment at coming so quickly in the school dining hall while trying to perform anal on her, Debbie didn't know. Dave and she were very much still in the honeymoon phase, and Dave had promised her that he'd help her catch up with her sex life, and boy were they doing so.
Forty years old, Debbie had only had sex with four men, the first a couple of quick fumbles to lose her virginity, her missionary only ex-husband who had cheated on her, Tim, and now Dave, the caretaker at the school where she worked.
Dave had caught her naked after Tim had scurried off, and had given her what Tim could never. She'd never taken much notice of him before, but finding out that night that he had a very decent body coupled with a nine-inch long penis erect, she'd thrown herself at him completely.
Gossip quickly went around the school where she was deputy headmistress, why was she seeing the school caretaker? They probably only saw Dave as the guy who fixed things, always in his dirty boiler suit, they hadn't seen what he had underneath that so they'd never understand.
It wasn't just that Dave was extremely well hung, he was a very considerate lover, and an understanding person too. Debbie had half expected the owner of a cock that size to thrust fast and hard, trying to split her in two. Dave was the opposite, especially at first when she asked him to be careful because he was far bigger than she was used to, and he still was careful despite her being used to the size of him now.
Their lovemaking was sensual, but Debbie found him more and more to be asking her questions throughout, little things like what would she do if people were watching, or whether she'd prefer it if they were somewhere more public, that kind of thing.
"Why do you ask me these things?" Debbie asked as they were lying in each other's arms one night.
"Well I caught you in the middle of the dining hall, did you not think you might get caught?" Dave answered.
"Well no, not really, everyone had gone home," Debbie replied.
"But they hadn't, I was still there. And I caught you. And you fucked me afterwards. Did you not hope for that to happen?" Dave countered.
"You've also told me about the guy collecting trollies after you'd been in the shop with your buttplug in. What would you have done if he'd caught you?" he continued.
Debbie shook her head, telling him she hadn't thought that would happen.
"That's why I'm asking you, you need to find out what you'd do if you were caught. One day you might be and then you'd need to act on it," Dave said.
The conversation was left there that night. She understood what Dave was saying, she hadn't thought about the consequences of being caught, just that she needed to cum and couldn't wait until she got home.
Dave had told her a lot that she was beautiful, and she blushed each time. She still had long blonde hair and firm 34C breasts, and her arse wasn't too saggy. One night after they'd been sunbathing at their local park, Dave asked her to put on white stockings for him. Debbie ran upstairs and came back wearing not just white stockings, but a lacy white thong and a matching lacy white bra.
"I love how the colour contrasts against your suntanned skin," he commented.
He put his phone onto selfie mode and showed her. He was right, her light blonde hair and sheer white lingerie highlighted her skin colour. She did look good, he was right. She handed back the phone and he turned and took a quick couple of pictures of her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, throwing her arms across herself to cover up. Visions of Tim ran through her mind.
"Relax, you look stunning, I just wanted a couple of pictures to remember the moment, purely for my enjoyment when you're not here," he told her, grinning.
He reached up and slid a couple of fingers between her legs, taking her hand and placing it on his hardening bulge. He told her what she was doing to him, and soon the photographs were gone from Debbie's mind as she had other things to concentrate on.
Debbie awoke early the next morning in a frisky mood. She reached across to Dave's side of the bed, to find it empty. Had he not stayed last night? He rarely slept at his own house these days. Debbie remembered he'd had to go to open the school up early, to let some workmen in to complete a job before the school day began. It was a pity because Debbie had a different kind of job in mind for him.
She lay there thinking, imagining Dave was there. She thought about the questions he'd been asking, and remembered what he'd said about her looking good in white undies. Tim had said something similar when he got Debbie to wear his mum's white undies for their first photo session. She remembered how she'd put them on, and then Tim had made her go back to her own house for the photos in them, her mind re-enacting the scene, and how much she had enjoyed nearly being seen by the neighbours in her state of undress as she went between their houses.
She remembered the photo album Tim had of the girl who'd made him tie her to a tree while he hid and took photos, and how much it had turned her on to be caught by the dog-walking couple, and how turned on Debbie had been seeing the pictures.
She remembered practising with the buttplug for the last photo session, and Denise visiting while she was wearing it, just a dressing gown hiding it. Her mind played out how turned on she had been to nearly get caught by her best friend.
She remembered the shopping trip with the buttplug in and making herself cum in the car park. Her mind went through that again, with added detail. This time the milk had been on the bottom shelf. She'd only been wearing a loose summer dress, had someone had an upskirt view while she bent over to pick up the milk? Had her lace boxer shorts been that tight across her arse the buttplug had been obvious? Had she shown off too much when she'd got on tiptoes to reach the bread on the very top shelf?
Her mind played out seeing an old man in different places around the store, always grinning at her. Had he been following her? Had she stayed in the store much longer than was needed because she knew he was watching her? Had she been that turned on she didn't want to stop showing off for him?
She must have been, why else had she fingered herself in the car instead of going home first? Was it because she had seen the man collecting trollies approaching her car? She recalled that he seemed quite tall, and wondered if his cock matched how tall he was.
In her mind this man had been a little earlier, getting to her before she'd finished. He'd look shocked, then smiled at her. Debbie had wound down the window and beckoned him over. Without either of them talking, she'd opened her legs more, his hand snaking down and finding her pussy. He'd started rubbing at her when Debbie noticed his erection. Pushing the car door open, she'd unzipped him and started blowing him, his erection did indeed match how tall he was. He came down her throat just as his fingers made her cum too.
Debbie's body shook as her orgasm ripped through her. She relaxed and opened her eyes, seeing if the trolley man was still there or if anyone else had seen. She looked around to see her bedroom and realised her bed was soaked where her juices had flowed, three fingers still in her pussy and the other laying on her clit.
