Monday morning, too early for a student, but I had accepted an invitation to return to my old college to advise parents on their childrens university choices. They thought that having finished my first year of uni, Iwould be useful, I didn’t. I did it because I beleive in Karma, and I most definitely deserved a good turn. I got to the college, at about ten thirty and after a quick smoke, I made my way to the main hall. The new head, Mr. Ball met me and instantly began babbling about uni and school, etc.
Inside the assigned room, there were a couple of tables and chairs arranged in an attempt to make the situation look less formal than it was. However my eye was caught by Mrs. French, a history teacher who I didn't get taught by but remember being the subject of many fantasies. Mr. Ball carried on talking while I just nodded every so often.
Eventually he left leaving me in the capable hands of Mrs. French. She sauntered over and proceeded to do the usual greet and meet shit. I remarked on how the college hadn't changed, while what I had really noticed was that she hadn't changed very much, and was dressed suitably enough for work but definitely with an air of provocative arrogance. Pair of nicely heeled shoes, smooth legs, a black skirt that finished just above her knees finished with a white blouse and a figure hugging jacket that illustrated curves in all the right places.
My daze was broken by her voice.
"Nice of you to have volunteered for this scheme, hopefully it will be just as worth your while," she said breaking my day dream with an even teacher like tone. It brought me down to earth, and I realised I was there to do more than just perv at her! About eleven, a few parents and their kids came through, and the usual questions followed. To be honest, most of it was boring and pretty repetitive. However, midday brought about a turn in events.
In walked two ladies, both well dressed, one in similar style to Mrs. French, and the other in a pair of figure hugging trousers, and smart top. They wandered over to my table and explained that their sons were busy, but they thought it would be worthwhile to attend. I couldn’t help but notice…that both had made an effort in their appearance, and were blatantly comfortable in their own skin. Either way, it turned out that their respective sons were both interested in my university, and it was arranged that I should pop by one of their houses at some point with some more personal insights about uni life than just leaflets. I gave them my mobile number, and return I was introduced to Mrs. Cole And Mrs. Levy.
About a week later, as I was just settling in to home life again, I received a call from Mrs. Cole explaining that if possible, could I speak to both her and Mrs.Levy’s sons tonight at her house. Firstly, I was a bit pissed, as I was meant to go clubbing, but remembering how good these ladies looked just made me want to go. I reached her house at about eight, dressing casually enough but not too young, if you know what I mean. After spending about an hour talking about uni life, both boys explained that they had plans. Thankfully, they left shaking my hand and so on, without any other questions. Both boys, it seemed to me were rather sheltered.
I explained to both mothers that our chat had gone well, and maybe it was time for me to make amove as well. Mrs. Cole insisted I stayed for a drink as I had gone to the trouble of coming to her house. I didn’t refuse.
"So, how are you really enjoying uni life?" asked Mrs. Levy.
"What do you mean …really? " I replied.
"We heard the boring things you told our kids, but tell us the real things that go on…."
"Seriously, I don’t really know what you mean. "
"Oh come on, we watch all those revealed and uncut programs on sky, but we want some real details! " explained Mrs.Levy, with a quite lustful look.
"I don’t know…my first year has not actually been that exciting…I guess I just didn’t go to the right parties or whatever…."
"But there must have been something…" butted in Mrs. Levy.
I laughed, actually loosening up the moment more than I thought it would, and proceeded to explain, how I’d ended up in the ladies toilets by accident at a certain club, and seen three girls in all states of frenzied lust….with each other. Man, just the memory was getting me going. But not as much as these two! Mrs. Cole was positively squirming, and it was obvious that the drink had got to Mrs. Levy a little as she had gone red and seemingly unknowingly was rubbing her own legs together.
"Well maybe your summer could be more interesting than uni? " offered up Mrs. Levy quite innocently.
"I doubt it…nothing but girls with baggage here at the moment, " I replied truthfully.
"I don’t know…opportunity often appears in the strangest places, " chipped in Mrs. Cole.
"What…like in between my legs! Oh I’m sorry, but this slowly slowly approach is killing me…I am so horny, I really need to get off!! " screamed Mrs. Levy.
I was stunned! I thought a bit of flirting and fun was never gonna hurt, but then they’d realsie the situation and send me packing. But no, here I was with two horny mature ladies unable to move because truly I was in shock. Up until then I had fooled about with a few girls and enjoyed two nights of pretty uncomfortable sex, but now was the moment, there to be seized and I froze like a deer in headlights! To be honest, I reckon anyone realistically would have acted the same.
"Oh I think we have embarrassed him, " said Mrs. Cole.
"Well seeing as he’s already in shock, he isn’t going anywhere, " replied Mrs. Levy.
"Let’s have some fun. "
"Do you like what we’re wearing, we dressed up for you you know? "
I then noticed exactly how they were dressed. Mrs. Cole was wearing a sort of summer dress that stopped midwaydown her shapely thighs. It was light enough not to show off the exact contours of her breasts, but fell well enough to show she was well endowed. Her dirty blond hair was tied up into a high ponytail, and her eyes shone of lust. Mrs. Levy was wearing a pair of nicely fitting jeans, with a fuck t-shirt that just could not contain what it concealed. Her light brown hair fell nicely around her shoulders. Both ladies were I guessed in their mid thirties, but made up, they could have passed for late twenties. It was then that I realised I had a seriously painful hard on, not being helped by the way I sat or my jeans.