Chapter Two: Three's Company
It was mid February 1997, three months since Annie's party, and Tamara had spent many hours, both in and out of bed, reliving the erotic events of that fateful night. She had not rushed into telling her partner, Jack, all of the details because, despite his obvious arousal at their fantasies of her fucking, and being fucked by other people, she wasn't completely convinced that he'd enjoy the reality of her pussy being fingered and pounded by Her Majesty's Armed Forces. Particularly as she had surrendered without a fight.
She had stoked Jack's desires by telling him about the men that had pressed their throbbing erections against her at the party. She had even told him about Daniel's kiss, and his hand up her skirt in the car. But she hadn't felt able to reveal how she had been taken, at first reluctantly, and then willingly, by the sergeant and lieutenant on that foggy night at the barracks.
She'd been careful to imply that she had been in control of the situation with Daniel, and that she'd merely been teasing him and knew when to stop. That couldn't have been further from the truth. In reality, she'd been about to yield her pussy, to Daniel's fingers, had their precipitous embrace not been interrupted by the other party goers.
Once more in bed, as part of their foreplay, Tamara had tantalisingly repeated the events of the party to Jack. She was playing with Jack's cock, he'd become harder and more aroused as she delighted him with how shamelessly sexy she'd felt in her short skirt, heels and stockings, whilst she prick teased several men at the party.
When she got to the point where Daniel put his hand up her skirt, and rested his fingers on a suspender clip, she could tell that Jack was on the verge of coming, so she pumped his cock faster and wanked him off without ceremony. He shot his load onto his stomach whilst thrusting at her hand, then she straddled his cock while it was still hard; bringing herself to orgasm whilst imagining Daniel's fingers inside her cunt. She'd lost count of how many times she had come whilst indulging in this fantasy.
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The next morning was the last Friday before February half term. Jack had a long journey to work, and always left a good half an hour before Tamara. She felt relaxed as she showered and then applied her make up. She had a couple of free periods and some easy classes; an ideal lead up to a week off work.
Sitting in matching sexy white bra and panties, she contemplated what to wear. She decided to be brave and wear her stretchy brown short skirt. At three inches above the knee, it wasn't the shortest skirt in her wardrobe, but it was probably the shortest she would dare to wear at school. There could only be one choice of stocking; brown, 50 denier. To this she added brown shoes with a two inch squared heel and a deep yellow lambswool jumper. Together with dangly earrings and a necklace, her maroon lipstick, brown eyeshadow and dark brown bobbed hair, set off her attractive hazel eyes.
As she unfurled her stockings over her silky smooth legs, and clipped them to her white six strap suspender belt, she made a mental note not to bend over at work today. She also suspected that, even at 46, she might still be admired by some of her older students, so she was pleased that her desk had a 'modesty board.' She smiled to herself as she thought about how her colleague, Geoff, would not be able to keep his eyes off her thighs and arse, in the hope of spotting suspender 'bumps' through her skirt.
The Geography Department office was a hive of activity just before the bell for the first lesson sounded. It contained half a dozen teachers, and an administrator, preparing for lessons and dealing with last minute issues. Some were engaged in earnest conversations, whilst others, including Tamara, were bantering with each other and enjoying the end of half term feeling.
Tamara was more relaxed than her colleagues because she had a free period first thing. She decided to tease Geoff, so she busied herself with tasks that kept her directly in his line of sight. His desk was in the corner, and hers was directly in front of his, but at right angles, so he looked at her in profile. He sat at his desk pretending to be absorbed in a register, but Tamara smirked to herself each time she caught his shifty eyes glued to her thighs.
Several times she got up and down from her chair, to reach up for unneeded resources on high shelves, or she leaned over her desk to feign fascination at the timetable on the wall. She moved deliberately and sensually; at one point standing up and pausing for a moment with her right hand to her forehead, as if deep in thought. In this position Geoff feasted his eyes on her arse as her pencil cut skirt hugged the glorious curve of her buttocks.
She pivoted on her right foot, taking most of her weight on her right leg, with her left leg slightly forward; her toes pointed like a dancer. Now, with her back to Geoff, she seriously considered bending over whilst pretending to examine her shoe. It was just as well that she thought better of it. Geoff's cock was bursting by now, and there was every chance that he'd have come in his pants at the sight of her mound, perfectly formed and straining against the material of her panties.
Tamara sat down again, expertly letting her skirt ride up just enough to show plenty of sexy thigh, but not enough to reveal her stocking tops. Geoff eventually gave up all pretence of working, and just stared in reverence. He furtively stroked his trouser restrained erect cock under the desk. When the bell sounded he was startled like a rabbit caught in headlights. Tamara looked at him, smiled, winked and crossed her right leg over her left so that her stocking top was visible. Geoff flushed bright red, stood up clumsily holding a register in front of his groin to hide his erection, and rushed out of the office making straight for the male staff toilets.
Once they were alone in the office, Rita, the admin assistant, chuckled at Tamara, "You really love to tease that man don't you? I hope his obvious arousal dies down before he gets to his classroom."
"I know, I shouldn't be so unkind but, he brings out the worst in me sometimes. Besides, he's harmless, and I don't imagine his life is full of thrills."
Tamara said this in the knowledge that, a semi drunken Geoff had admitted to her, at Annie's party, that he frequently thought of her whilst he masturbated, but she didn't think Rita needed to know this just yet.
Tamara and Rita went about their business whist chatting about their plans for half term. Rita was going with her husband to Spain for a few days, whilst Tamara looked forward to chilling out and shopping.
The phone rang, Rita answered.
"Yes, she's here, who's speaking please?"
"Tamara, it's for you, a Mr Large, saying something about a car service."
Tamara was puzzled, "Okay... thanks"
"Hello," she said tentatively.
"Hi Tamara, it's Daniel, from Annie's party?"
"Oh! Yes, hello... I er... yes."
Tamara glanced toward Rita to see if she was paying attention to her call, but there was no sign that she was overly curious.
