Carly Reid, wife of Dr. Reid and substitute teacher in the small town where she resides, accepts the buddy request of a former student.
What starts as innocent catching up leads to late night chats that bring out feelings and fantasies that were forbidden in the context of their earlier relationship. Now, they serve as fuel to a long dormant fire as Carly steps beyond the boundaries and quenches the desire she feels for Anthony.
This is part two of Carly's tryst with her former student. After finally getting her hands on his cock, will she be able to stop? If you're interested in knowing which came first, the come or the cum - catch up with of Part One of Above Average.
Anthony put his arms on either side of my shoulders and pushed up, moving his chest off mine and straightening up to his full height. He was still standing between my thighs as I rested on the desk in the hotel suite where we'd just fucked. He looked down at me and leaning forward, brushed his lips across mine.
"That was better than I'd ever imagined. And I imagined a whole hell of a lot" he whispered.
I sighed and tried to stretch a little, doing my best to look like I did this kind of thing all the time. And not like I wasn't absolutely reeling with the feelings I was experiencing over taking a new, younger, bigger and harder cock in my pussy than I'd ever had before. Talk about a game changer.
He reached for me, helping me to stand up and keeping his hands on my waist as my legs trembled slightly before I was able to bring myself under control.
"I'm okay," I said rather hoarsely, and he smiled. I wasn't sure what came next after that initial rush to the finish, but I knew that I wasn't done yet. Oh hell no. There was so much more that I wanted to do to him. And that I wanted him to do to me.
I walked across the room to the bathroom, hesitated in the doorway and looked back to where he still stood by the desk.
"Give me a few minutes and then join me" I invited. Hurrying into the large bathroom, I quickly took care of things and then turned the water on in the shower to warm it up. I'd brought my favorite shower gel and puff with me, hoping that I'd have the chance to do a little Mrs. Robinson-esque tease.
The large walk-in shower was completely glass enclosed and had dual shower heads as well as a hand held attachment. Very posh. I set a couple of the large fluffy bath towels on the vanity and wiggled out of the lace bra and thigh high stockings that had managed to stay on my body through the last two hours. Putting my hair up in a messy bun, I stepped down into the shower and under the spray.
The water felt wonderfully warm or maybe I was just coming down from the endorphin orgasm high; but every little drop and rivulet that ran down over my shoulders, between my breasts and cascaded down to my pussy, felt like a lover's caress.
I picked up the Vanilla Rum body wash and squeezed a generous amount onto the puff. I loved the smell of it and as soon as I started running the puff over my skin, it started foaming and sending rivers of bubbles all over me.
One of my secret little fantasies is to be watched by a complete stranger while I'm bathing or showering, touching myself in the guise of getting clean, but in actuality making myself hotter as I work my pussy and tits over.
I always picture the unseen gentleman's eyes following my every movement while his hands are all over his own cock. Pretending they're mine.
Anthony walked into the room and stopped short. I could feel his eyes rake over me from head to toe, and then slowly once again. I saw him push one of the towels over and then he was leaning against the vanity.
Watching me.
I turned away from him facing the shower wall and ran the puff over the tops of my shoulders. Squeezing gently, the bubbles ran down my spine before slowing down and covering my ass cheeks. I could feel the foam pooling at the base of my spine before frosting my ass completely.
I bent over from the waist, pushing my ass out and slightly opening my stance, while I swept the sponge downward over the length of my leg. Turning it inward, I brought it back up the inside of my thigh and moved it across my pussy. I knew he could see the puff from the back as I got my slit nice and soapy.
Turning around, I glanced through the glass and Anthony had his cock in his hand and was slowly fisting it in long, leisurely strokes. He just watched me as the water rinsed the suds away and left me squeaky clean.
And hot. God was I hot. I put another dab of gel on the puff and ran it over my tits again. Totally unnecessary and absolutely on purpose.
Within a few seconds, every bit of tanned skin was white with foam. Dropping the puff, I brought both hands up and circled them, feeling the weight in my hands and the slickness of my nipples. Plucking gently at one, I let my other hand glide down the path the bubbles were taking and dip into my sweetness.
Anthony moved off the edge of the sink and was standing just on the other side of the shower now. Peering at me intently, watching my hands move on my body just as his were moving over his own.
I moved farther under the mist and let it rinse some of the soap away as I pinched harder at my nipples and moved my fingers deeper into my pussy. Leaning back against the cold shower wall, I shivered and spread my thighs as much as I could without slipping as my hips arched faster to meet my fingers.
Suddenly he was in the small space with me. Crowding me further into the corner and reaching for the hand attachment. Flipping the mechanism, warm water started gushing out of the head in a jet stream.
Bending down, so my pussy was at eye level, he looked up at me and whispered, "Don't stop now."
Focusing on his face, his eyes hot on mine and his body hard and dripping with the water splashing over him; I did what he told me to.
And he hit me with that stream of warm water right on my clit.
"Anthony, oh my fucking God," I panted and then something else that was largely unintelligible. My knees were shaking and I stopped thrusting my fingers in my hole as my body shivered from the inside out with that mini quake.
"Holy shit, don't stop baby!" he moaned out.
I gave a little yelp and twitched and he backed off the direct assault on my little buddy, but continued to wave the water up and down my slit.
Breathing harder, I started moving my hand back over my sensitive pink as I pushed my fingers back inside the soapy softness, while he brushed the pulsing water stream back and forth over my lips and clit.
Again and again I felt myself jerk in reaction to what my hands and the water he was controlling were doing to my body. I wanted it to keep going. I wanted it to stop so I could catch up. Every time one cycle of spasms started to taper off, there he was with that damn fire hose on my clit again.
Finally he pulled the nozzle away from me and reattached it to the wall mount. I slumped against the wall and he pulled my fingers away and slid them into his mouth, watching me the whole time. Licking them clean.
I looked down and his cock was so hard. Blood pooling at the crown turning it almost an angry red. I leaned down and gave it a sweet kiss right on its silky head. Once, twice, brushing my lips over the ridge and then licking my tongue upward over that fat vein on the backside.
