Dierk Seydler was nothing special to look at and almost blended into the scenery. His slightly curly white-blonde hair barely covered his freckled balding crown. His mom described his eyes as the color of a scum-filled pond. He barely stood five feet eight inches. When he was in middle school his father put lifts on all his shoes to make it seem like Dierk had a growth spurt. It didn't work. Even his wife didn't care for him. Although she married him, he knew he was not her first choice. As soon as she got pregnant with the twins, she started sleeping in the bedroom next to the nursery. She turned him down when he asked her out on special dates, he had planned to revive their intimacy. Dierk Seydler was nothing and no one special. Yet he found himself between a pair of thick dusky thighs sucking, licking, and tongue fucking the sweetest pussy he had ever had in his life.
Dierk watched the couples gliding across the wooden floor from his seat at the bar. It was Friday night at the local dance hall and Mindy, his wife, was probably at home watching the new episode of her favorite murder mystery show. Dierk let out a deep sigh as he thought to himself, "Alone again." He threw his head back and drained his beer. His head spun for a few seconds, so he waited for clarity to come before he ambled to the exit. Once outside he decided to take a leak before getting on the road. He had parked his truck near a tree when he had come to the dance hall hours earlier. He meandered to his vehicle, and then stood in the darkness and the limbs of the tree to relieve himself.
His eyes shot open, and his bladder closed up when he heard the snap of a twig! He squinted into the darkness hoping it was just a small four-legged creature and not a two-legged male creature that wanted to see how much of a man Dierk was. After a few seconds, he didn't hear anything, so he relaxed and continued emptying his bladder. When he was done, he tucked his cock back into his jeans then zipped them up. When he turned around to head towards his car, he grabbed at his chest. Holy shit!
"What da fuck?" Dierk asked the female standing less than two feet in front of him. He looked her over as he tried to catch his breath. She was a tad shorter than him, wearing large cat-eye glasses and a dark outfit that covered her shape.
Her smile was so bright he thought the sun had come out. Her voice was as soft as refined cotton and sweet as Kentucky bourbon. He was mesmerized when he heard her say, "I'm sorry, Mr. Seydler. I saw you were leaving, and I just wanted to know if you would give me a ride home?"
Dierk squinted at the female standing in front of him. She had him at an advantage because he did not know her. "I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?"
She softly laughed as she responded, "I'm sorry. It's me. Shanice McCoombs, your sons' science teacher."
Recognition dawned on him, and he motioned for her to follow him to his truck. He opened the passenger door for her and was able to get a better look at her. Her flowery perfume wrapped around him, and his eyes strayed to her breasts and then her ass as she hopped into the truck. As he walked around to his side of the truck, he searched his mind for a full memory of the science teacher.
He settled in the driver's seat and started the truck up. He turned to the teacher, "So Ms. or Mrs. McCoombs, how did you get here?"
"It's Ms. And I came here with some of the teachers from work, but they want to close the dance hall. I'm a little tired and ready to go." She reached across the console and squeezed his forearm. "Thank you for being a kind person and giving me a ride home."
He swallowed the lump in his throat. He hadn't been with a good-looking woman in a long time. Ms. McCoombs reminded him of women in the pornos he liked to watch. She had more than a handful in the front and the back. Damn! He gave her a small smile and put the truck in gear. As he pulled out of the dance hall parking lot he asked, "Where am I headed?"
"I live in the old Ambrose house. Do you know where that is?" she responded.
"Oh, you moved into James Ambrose's old place, huh? That must have been a fixer-upper. I hope you got a good price cos Old Man Ambrose was a skinflint."
She softly laughed and explained, "Mr. Ambrose's son sold me the house and property for a steal. He fixed it up pretty nice before selling it. You should come inside to see what his son did. He is really talented."
"I don't turn down an invite from a pretty lady," he said laughingly.
He almost missed the turn-off to her place due to the gravel driveway being shadowed in total darkness. The closer he got to her home, he noticed there was one small porch light bathing the expansive yard and porch. Someone needed to take care of that; a single lady on her own so far out in the boonies needed to be more cautious.
"You need more lights out here. This place is pitch black, a criminal's dream," he stated as he pulled to a stop in front of her house. He could barely see the steps. He had to go inside to make sure there was no one inside. Where is her man? He got out of the vehicle and ran to her side to let her out. He offered her his hand to help her step out of the truck. He kept ahold of her hand as they walked up the front steps to the front door. After she dug the keys out of her purse and opened the door, Dierk stepped inside before her. He heard her clear her throat from behind him. She turned the dimmer switch, and the room was bathed in soft white light. He looked around and saw how modern the foyer and front room appeared in comparison to his memory.
"Would you like something to drink?" he heard her ask him. The night was still early, so he didn't see why not.
