Hi everyone,
Just to let you know, this is my first attempt at writing. I've been playing with this idea in my head for a while now and I really wanted to put it to paper (or text, you know what I mean).
I'm open to any constructive criticism, most importantly I just hope that you will enjoy reading.
All characters are 18 or older.
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"Any questions?"
Her voice barely reached through to David, who was sitting at his desk, lost in thought. He had established his seat in the second row, close enough to the front to where she was standing, but not in her direct line of sight, which he used to his advantage. He had already spent countless hours this semester watching her toned body move around the room, as she talked about ancient greek philosophers and God knows what else; he hadn't been paying too much attention to what she was saying.
Then her voice ripped him out of his daydreaming. "Mr. Cooper, anything you're unsure about?"
He quickly looked up at her and was met with a raised eyebrow and a little smile.
"I'm sorry Ms. Foster, I wasn't paying attention."
"I can see that," came her reply. "If I could get your attention for this next part though, Mr. Cooper, I would be eternally grateful," she remarked playfully. Then she faced the class again.
"As you guys know, the end of the semester is quickly approaching and so are the field trips."
Oh yes, the field trips. A long standing tradition for seniors at his school, David had been looking forward to them for many years. Several teachers offered them around spring and since the teachers offering said trips had been announced a couple of months ago, David had been even more excited.
Ms. Foster and a rather old math teacher, Mr. Williams, were offering a skiing trip this year and David had his mind set on going. He truly adored Ms. Foster. David had been starstruck when he had first walked into her classroom at the beginning of the semester. She was tall, about 5'10", and had an amazing body; toned and athletic. David's eyes had immediately glued themselves onto her ass, then had moved up to her breasts, and finally had made their way to her face, where he was met by her beautiful eyes and a knowing smile.
Ms. Foster dressed respectably, mostly in pants and silk blouses; sometimes a skirt. She kept her blonde hair in a ponytail most of the time, but sometimes let it flow over her shoulders, making David instantly hard as he watched it sway with her movements. And then there was her scent. She smelled of flowers but at the same time incredibly sexy in a way that made David want to tear her clothes off every time she walked by him. But David also knew he would never stand a chance with her.
That is not to say that she wasn't flirty. Ms. Foster knew she looked amazing, and that she had all of the guys wrapped around her little finger by dropping a flirtatious comment from time to time. However, she was also sophisticated, and strict when she needed to be. Nevertheless, she was the most popular and respected teacher at David's school.
David himself was athletic, by all intents and purposes a "jock" (he had very good grades though), and he had never had any trouble with girls. However, for some reason, he was always nervous around Julia Foster. He had been fantasizing about fucking her for what felt like ages but he couldn't muster up the courage to make any advances toward her. This trip was his chance, and even though, at 47, she probably had never looked at him as more than an 18-year old boy, David was determined to get her naked.
His mind slowly came back to reality.
"As you may have heard, Mr. Williams and I are offering a skiing trip this year. We rented a small cabin and I'm expecting that it will be a lot of fun! Anyone interested can sign up at the end of class; the sheet will be at my desk. And don't worry if you don't know how to ski or snowboard; there are plenty of classes offered at the resort!" She finished with a broad smile and David could see her dark blue eyes sparkling. Ms. Foster then resumed with her regular class and David went back to ogling her butt and legs as she wrote something on the board.
After class, David waited until everyone else had left and then went up to Ms. Foster's desk to sign up for the trip. She was looking down at some papers and did not seem to notice him standing next to her. David stared at the slight curve of her breasts underneath her shirt for a moment and then awkwardly cleared his throat. There it was again; the nervousness he felt around her.
"Oh hi David," she exclaimed as her head snapped up to look at him. "I didn't realize anyone was still in here, are you wanting to sign up for the trip?"
David was lost in her gaze for a moment but then quickly regained his composure.
"Um, yeah, it sounds like a lot of fun."
"You bet it is, go ahead and just write down your name."
David wrote down his name as instructed, then slowly let his gaze travel over her breasts before looking at her eyes one more time. "I'm really looking forward to spending some more time with you before I graduate Ms. Foster," he said sincerely.
Ms. Foster looked puzzled and there were a few moments of uncomfortable silence. Then she nodded hesitantly and gave him a little smile as she recovered. David blushed as he realized that he might have gone too far but smiled back. He turned to leave, feeling her eyes on his back as he walked away.
"Goodbye, Ms. Foster."
"See you tomorrow, David."
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The day of the trip had finally arrived. Ms. Foster had acted a little weird around David after the sign-up incident, but the tension had dissolved over the past few weeks and she was back to being her usual self around him; with little touches on the arm here and there when she was explaining things to him at his desk, which had been almost unbearable for David as his cock strained painfully in his jeans every time their skin made contact.
It was 6am and David was standing at the meeting spot in front of the school with the rest of the group. They had already loaded their bags onto the travel bus but were still waiting on the two teachers, who, of course, were late.
Mr. Williams arrived first, and then Ms. Foster pulled into the school parking lot. David was speechless for a moment as he saw her walking towards them. It was always weird to see teachers outside of the classroom, but seeing Ms. Foster in her everyday clothes was on a whole other level. She was wearing tight-fitting jeans that showed off her toned legs, with a warm jacket and snow boots. Her blonde hair was in a loose bun. To make it short: she looked absolutely gorgeous.