All over 18. My virgin attempt. Feedback appreciated.
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The tick-tock of her high heeled shoes echoed loud as she strode purposefully down the lengthy corridor towards the senior school dormitory. It was coming up to ten PM and as the House Master was ill she as the owner of the institution had to ensure that normal routines were kept. She wore her usual long dress cut loose with a light cardigan to keep out the slight chill as the evening wore on. Her carriage was erect born of long years playing the piano, which contributed to the stern expression she wore almost continuously. Long years of nurturing the school for juniors into a senior school and then eventually a college had taken its toll on her countenance and had lined her once beautiful face. However, under the loose fitting dress she still had the body of a much younger and attractive lady. She sighed as she tried to remember the last time she and Cliff managed to spend an evening in each other's arms. The sigh turned to a groan as she recalled the heavenly hours they had spent exploring each other, eking out sexual pleasure and releasing the tension of work, bringing up their own children and balancing a hundred other tasks. The money was excellent, job satisfaction, without question but she missed the intimacy of their youth and the intense satisfaction of her inordinately high sex drive. She pushed all thoughts aside as she neared the dormitories.
The boys in the dormitory heard the echoing of her strident march, for she never merely walked, as she approached their rooms. Immediately they all retired to their beds as no one wished to incur the bite of her sharp tongue and certainly not her ire. All the boys in this room were eighteen years old and were due to graduate in the next few weeks and hence were in high spirits raised by the prospects of finally entering adult life. They all sat at the foot of their respective beds awaiting Auntie's grand entrance, taking great pleasure in watching the flounce of her walk and the flashing of her attractive but inevitably angry eyes. Some of the braver amongst them did occasionally try to tease a reaction out of her so that they could elicit a view up her skirt or get a glimpse of her shapely breasts as she gesticulated and chased the perpetrators.