"Hey Steve. Isn't that Ms. Stevenson. Over there by the bar."
"Holy shit. It is, and she looks hot. She never dressed like that in our lit class."
"No but she still looked hot then. Let's go over."
The two college juniors made their way around the dance floor. They couldn't believe that there old lit teacher was at there favorite club. Nor could they believe what she was wearing. A red leather vest stretched across her 36d chest, and clung to her 27 inch waist where it met the red leather skirt that ended about mid thigh. her 5 foot 6 inch frame was made taller by the 4 inch red stiletto heels she wore. Her black hair fell loosely down to the middle of her back, and contrasted sharply with the alabaster white of her skin. For a woman in her thirties she sure looked hot they both thought.
As they approached their former teacher, she saw them first , and set her drink down to greet them. She smiled as she gave each a quick hug.
"Steve, Scott how are you? Class just isn't the same without your smart ass remarks."
"We're fine Ms. Stevenson. How about yourself." Steve answered for them both.
"I'm doing fine. It's Mrs. Clark now actually. I got married last summer. But I guess since you guys aren't students anymore you can call Me by my first name. So no more Ms. or Mrs. it's just Brooke. Okay."
"Sure thing. Brooke." Both answered in stereo.
As she talked to them she became of their eyes roaming over her barely covered body. Not that she could blame them, she knew she looked damn good. Plus she was checking them out as well. Mainly the way their clothes clung to their muscular bodies, and the growing bulges in the pants.
"You're married. Where's your husband?"
"He's out of town. I came with some friends. We were all dancing. But I got kinda warm so I cam to get a drink."
"Well come over and sit down. We got a table with some friends over in the by the door."
"all right Just let me go tell my friends." And with that she disappeared onto the dance floor. She was back in a few minutes. Getting a beer she followed them back to the table.
Steve made introductions with the five other guys at the table, as Scott got another chair for them.
As the night wore on the group talked, and drank.
Shortly before midnight Brooke's friends came to tell her they were leaving. As she was about to get up Steve offered to give a ride after close. She told her friends she see them on Monday at work.
A few minutes later Steve asked her to dance and the two headed to the floor. They started about three feet apart, but by the end of the first song they were almost touching, and by the end of the second there bodies were tangled together. The third song was a slow number, and Brooke wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, and pressed her body against his. He reciprocated by wrapping his arms around her waist. She could feel the bulge between his legs grow against her stomach. She doesn't pull away, even though she's married the thought of having her old student getting hard for her makes her pussy wet. Her panties got wetter as they danced. hands soon found their way to her ass. Grabbing her ass he pulled her closer grinding his cock against her. Then the song ended. They separated, and headed back to the table both flush from their own heat.
As Brooke started to sit Scott took her hand leading her back to the dance floor. She didn't refuse but actually looked forward to dancing with him. She knew she shouldn't be having these thoughts especially since she had a husband, but she couldn't help but think about having her students doing nasty things to her, while she moaned and screamed. 'I have to put those thoughts out of my head.' she thought as Scott spun her and pulled her ass into his crotch. 'But god their cocks feel so huge' She ground her ass against him. Her pussy juice was now leaking through her panties and down her thighs.
When they got back to the table there were two more guys she was introduced to. She was about to dance sit down when another hand took hers and led her back to the dance floor. Between then and closing time she never left the dance floor for more than a minute before she was led back to the dance floor by someone else. Even to two she hadn't talked to yet. Each dance getting nastier and nastier. By the last dance her skirt was pulled up to reveal the crotch of her panties, and her vest was unzipped below the swell of her breast. She had unzipped it to relief the pressure on her hard and swollen nipples.
