This is my first story on Literotica. This first part rather sets the scene. Just to confirm: all sexual activity described is between consenting adults of 18 or over.
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A roaring alarm in Neil Paul's brain told him that it was probably best for him to be leaving the School Alumni Reunion party. He'd foolishly accepted a dance offer from Michelle Dawes. Within minutes, she'd expertly ground herself onto his groin with such skill that her actions were completely invisible to anyone not watching closely.
"Why Mr Paul, I do believe you're getting rather excited?" Michelle giggled into his ear. As a former Sixth Former, at the traditional private girls' school where he worked, she'd been one of the worst behaved girls in recent history. Caught having sex on two separate school trips as well as much rumoured lesbian trysts in the boarding house. He'd always been able to handle her when their paths had infrequently crossed with a few dismissive put downs. She'd been after all just a silly little slut. But she was twenty five now and he was suddenly feeling out of his depth.
"Mmm yes, I think your just about done sir?" Michelle whispered artfully reaching down, cupping his balls, and then for what must have been seconds, but felt like an hour, she caressed his cock with a stroke of one long finger. He hardened to his full intensity in those stolen moments. It was easily the most erotic thing that had happened to him in the last eighteen rather sexless months since the slow breakdown and eventual break-up of his relationship.
Neil broke away as soon as the dance was over, flushing dark red and strode in the opposite direction to Michelle who strutted over to her friend Claire King, who was half glaring/half laughing at Michelle's conduct from the edge of the dance floor.
Neil had to leave! He looked around, thankful that no one seemed to have noticed what had just happened. God he was horny and if he had another drink inside him and she did that again, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He shuddered at the possible consequences. The school leadership did not take kindly to staff getting slaughtered and being propositioned by former students, even if they were in their mid-twenties. He'd lose his job for sure if anything remotely sexual was to occur. It was an exclusive girls' private school and the old bitch of a head was a law unto herself. He here he was, newly single and half cut desperately capable of doing something stupid. At least knowing he was vulnerable was the necessary armour. He slipped out of the main dance hall of the hotel, his cock still raging hard in protest. Retreat was the best course of action.
Michelle Dawes! He had only been twenty five himself and newly arrived at the school, when she was a student. He remembered spending one ski trip trying to keep Michelle from leaving her room every night to go fuck anything that moved. How the hell hadn't she got expelled? It was something to do with her rich parents influence if he recalled correctly. She'd got worse if tonight was anything to judge by. He'd heard all sorts of rumours about her after she'd left school to go to university. The most intriguing was the she'd lap danced her way through college after falling out with her father who cut the money off. He bit his lip at the thought of that hour glass figure and those big fucking tits bouncing free in his lap. He inwardly cursed himself. That was doing nothing for his erection!
Interestingly, it was still Claire King trying to keep her friend under control all these years later he noticed. These Alumni reunion dinners were more trouble than they were worth. With luck the next time he saw them both they'd be fat middle aged mothers! Those he could handle. Thank God Mrs Shepherd, the Headteacher, had slipped off to bed early, she'd have been furious at his antics on the dance floor, faultless as he was. Of course the worst thing about these London Alumni parties was that you had to stay over. A real waste of money, but that old bitch Shepherd was determined to outdo the Alumni events of the "so called rival schools" as she dismissively called them. He'd have up to be up at 9 for a bloody breakfast before the boat trip on the Thames! What a weekend...
He didn't notice Michelle's eyes following him as he left. "Sneaking off to bed I see! We'll give him five minutes and then we'll surprise him! I saw his room number earlier when he got his keys out of his pocket when he answered his phone." Michelle giggled half dragging Claire to follow their erstwhile teacher.
"How do you mean surprise him? God it was bad enough when you felt the poor man's dick! Get off me Michelle. We're not going anywhere!" Claire succeeded in stopping her friend physically if not killing the intention.
"Oh Claire! You had such a crush on him in the Sixth Form. You would have killed to have felt that cock! I had him hard in seconds!" Michelle grinned her old evil smile. Claire looked at Michelle with wide eyes. She'd not seen her for the best part of three years and she was as mad as ever! She found herself bemused that it taken only a few drinks for her to fall back into being Michelle's reluctant partner in crime. As if they were eighteen again.
"I'd love to catch him unawares! See that fucking cock for real." Michelle hissed.
