Want to say thanks to Dusty Beard for the help in editing and consolidating my somewhat rambling story.
They met on the schoolyard of the school where Olivia worked as a first-grade teacher.
As the bell rang for the end of the day, Mrs. Johnson (Olivia to her colleagues) made her way to the school playground, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. She couldn't believe she was finally going to meet Mr. Parker. David was the father of one of her students, word around school was that he was a charming and handsome man that just exuded confidence and a strong sexual nature. As she scanned the crowded playground, her eyes locked onto his tall, muscular frame, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. He was standing by the jungle gym, watching the children play with a warm, friendly smile on his face.
Olivia approached him, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. "Hello, Mr. Parker," she said softly, trying to keep her composure, she could almost feel his sexual nature and alure.
He turned to her, and her eyes met his piercing blue ones. "Hi, Mrs. Johnson. It is nice to finally meet you, but please, call me David." His voice was deep and husky, sending a shiver down her spine, she noticed a hint of a British accent.
They stood looking at each other for a moment, and Olivia felt herself becoming flustered. She had heard a lot from the secretaries in the school office about Mr. Parker, how handsome he was, and how much of a sexual aura he projected, and it was now projected toward Olivia. She felt a warmth spread through her body as they stood there staring at each other, their eyes locked. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, and she swallowed hard, trying to steady her nerves. She had seen him dropping his son off at school, and something about him aroused something that had been building for the last couple years of her marriage.
"So," he said, his voice low and husky, "how long have you been teaching."
Olivia hesitated for a moment before answering Mr. Parker's question. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to stand there and take in the erotic aura he projected. Finally, she decided to be honest. "I've been teaching at this school since I got my teaching degree," she replied.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "So, it can't be very long, you look so young."
"Just about four years now," she said.
He thought her husband is a lucky fuck. Taking in her large tits and slim body, she reminded him of the beautiful Assistant District Attorney on Law and Order, but with big tits. She couldn't conceal that she had a hot body, even under the sensible dress she was wearing. He took in her large tits, and imagined himself caressing their fullness and sucking her hard nipples. He found himself imagining what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her lips against his own. He was also fascinated by her body and what it would feel like to fuck her. Is her cunt tight? Was she a woman who is uptight sexually, or is she one of those women with a prim and proper façade but during sex can be a woman eager, but also expects complete satisfaction from the man she was fucking? He couldn't wait to find out.
Olivia shifted her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling his gaze slowly undressing her, she was sure he was checking her out, he may be married, but she felt like an object of more than a professional interest. She was suddenly turned on, another man was checking out her body, another man that wanted her. Her arousal came from the fact that her husband of 4 years had recently lost interest in her. When they fucked, he was distant and often not involved, he never caressed her breasts, sucked on her nipples, even fingering her cunt was a rare occurrence. Licking her pussy to get her aroused now almost never happened, he pushed her away when she tried to stroke his cock, or to suck on it. Once he was ready, it was straight missionary that only lasted until he came. He had never brought her to an orgasm, and she knew she was missing out. She knew there could be something more.
She could not believe how forward Mr. Parker was being, he knew that she completely understood what he wanted from her, but something about him made her want to open up to him, even if he was clearly sizing her up.
He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "My son enjoys your class immensely," he said with a sexual leer in his voice.
"I enjoy his involvement in the class," she said in reply.
Olivia felt a shiver run down her spine, and she took a step back, trying to break the intense eye contact. "Uh, yeah, well, I should probably get back to the children," she said, turning and starting to walk away.
David watched her go, feeling a mix of frustration and fascination, he wanted to know more about her, to learn everything he could about her. He really wanted to fuck her, he was going to savor what she had to offer and enjoy the conquest. Walking back to his car, he couldn't stop thinking about Mrs. Johnson.
At the end of the next school day, he came back to school, hoping to run into her again. He did, they stood there for a long moment staring at each other across the playground, then she walked towards him, her tits moving desirably under her dress. They made small talk for several minutes, both sensing what would happen soon. She looked up at him, her eyes locking onto his as he reached out and touched her arm, his fingers tracing the soft skin.
Olivia trembled at his touch, looking up into his eyes she saw the devilish glint in them. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, his tongue stroking against hers gently. Olivia moaned as she returned his passionate kiss. Her better sense took over and she stepped back from their kiss. "We can't, I'm a married woman," she said.
"And I'm a married man," he said, "but I have never met anyone to whom I'm more attracted. I want to fuck you, pleasure you, and be pleasured by you. I sense that you feel the same, but if I'm wrong, just say so and I'll leave."
