Jerri looked out of her window and couldn't shake the thought that she was being watched. She'd been feeling this way ever since she left work yesterday. She knew it was probably because she was feeling guilty for what occurred in the classroom. She couldn't believe she had been so stupid as to allow what happened. Never in her six years as a teacher, had anything close to this gone on. Face it, in her twenty-seven years of living, nothing like this had happen to her.
She still throbbed between her legs, her mouth still tasted of salty sweat and soapy cum. Had anyone seen? She was so into her afternoon parent's conference that she wouldn't have noticed if the principal himself had walked in the open classroom door. What could have come over her?
It was a normal parent's conference. She had called the fathers of the two children who had been fighting up to the school to discuss what should be done about their behavior. One of the father's, Mr. Tatem, arrived very early. He was standing outside her last class for fifteen minutes. He was dressed in tight jeans that hugged him in a place that made her eyes wonder. She pondered, with a slight smile, if he could possibly be comfortable.
He had full, pouty lips that were almost irresistible to nibble on. She felt a shiver when his bare arm brushed against her when he entered the room. The other father, Mr. James, arrived about twenty minutes late. She made it a point to mention the time they had previously agreed to meet. He looked into her eyes for such a long time, that she became uncomfortable. He had the deepest darkest eyes, dark and expressive. He was impeccably dressed in a gray business suit. She then remembered his son mentioning that he was a judge. This man looked too young, and sexy to be a judge.
She pulled her thoughts back to what they had all met there for, the matter of code and conduct. She sat on her desk in front of the two gentlemen. She began speaking of the importance of parent involvement in education. She kept looking from one man to the other. She could swear that they were both undressing her with their eyes. She could feel her nipples harden as these two attractive, and overly sensual men gazed long and slowly from one breast to the other. She looked down and saw that her aroused nipples poked at her silk blouse.
Mr. Tatem licked his lips slowly, and left them slightly parted. Mr. James lifted partially in his chair to adjust his pants, which were caught between his thigh and his roused organ. Mr. Tatem cleared his throat and excused himself to the washroom. What happened next was a total surprise.
"Wonder why it's so hot in here, Ms. Wheaks?"
"I'm not sure Mr. James. We must be tired after such a long day."
