Chapter Seven: Let It Snow
Early January 1999, the cold, dark days after Christmas and the New Year had produced the customary feeling of gloom in some, but not Tamara. She felt cheerful in the knowledge that her life was full of possibilities as she walked along the corridor having just left the Head's office. She had been asked to become acting Assistant Head with responsibility for the sixth form. She wanted to share her news so she dashed off a text to Jack.
"Hi Love, just been asked to act as assistant head, celebration tonight! xxx"
Sheryl was away on a two day leadership and management course, but Tamara knew that the Head had consulted his deputy on the proposal, so she dashed off another text.
"Hi Sher, Just been offered acting head by Chris, he said you were keen, thanks for putting a word in for me, hope course is okay, looking forward to your return, don't forget Saturday. xx"
The reply came within minutes.
"Hi Tam, congrats you deserve it, course is great, looking forward to Sat! Catch up on Wed xx"
Tamara also sent a text to Alena, who expressed the view that they'd have been mad not to offer her the role and sent love and hugs.
The Head had explained that the governors had approved changes to the leadership structure. The post would be advertised, with a view to filling it permanently from September and, of course, she'd be welcome to apply. Miriam, the Chair of Governors had been 'kept in the picture' and would call in to the school on Thursday, to have a chat with Tamara and welcome her to the senior leadership team.
Tamara called into Sheryl's office on Wednesday morning. They hugged and kissed each other as Sheryl congratulated her. Tamara was delighted that she would still be teaching her sixth form students.
They sat together on two low easy chairs, Sheryl on Tamara's left.
"So how was the course?" asked Tamara.
"Really worthwhile, I think we should get you on the next one, in May."
"That would be great, I'm going to need some training and support, but tell me, any interesting men on the course?"
"No, as usual the best ones were married, I did get chatted up by your old boss Trevor Strong, but who hasn't been? That's the only trouble with these locally run courses, no 'bonding' in the bar in the evenings."
"And are you still 'wearing'?"
"Wearing? Oh, yes, and I do enjoy the feeling but they're not always comfortable the whole day long."
"I think I might know why, let me see."
"What, here?"
"Don't worry, we can't be seen, and your PA is down in the admin office at the moment."
Sheryl hitched her skirt up to reveal her suspender straps and stocking tops.
"I thought so, the straps and clips are narrow, and there aren't enough of them."
Tamara, reached with her right hand for the strap on the top of Sheryl's left thigh. For a long moment Tamara looked Sheryl in the eye and, still clutching the strap, rested the back of her hand on her leg. The hem of Sheryl's skirt was pulled taut across her thighs, just hiding her panty gusset. Tamara wanted to sink her hand between the soft white thighs and nestle her fingers against Sheryl's mound.
Sheryl was aroused and vulnerable, she looked meekly at Tamara, it was clear that Tamara would decide what happened next. She could see that a nervous looking Sheryl wanted to be touched, but this wasn't the time or place. Sheryl craved the new experience of a woman's hand on her pussy, but Tamara broke the spell. She hitched up her own skirt and showed Sheryl her straps and clasps.
"Look, six broad straps and strong wide, well padded metal clips, you hardly know you've got them on. Don't worry, we'll find something for you on Saturday."
Sheryl, aroused but, at the same time, relieved at being let off the hook by Tamara, admired her stocking clad legs and felt a trickle of juice leave her pussy to dampen her panty gusset.
The following day, Miriam's visit to Tamara was not at all what she had expected. Miriam was a tall, elegant, attractive woman in her late fifties, Tamara had seen her around the school on several occasions. A formal black business skirt suit, crisp white blouse, red and black patterned scarf, and black heeled court shoes adorned her trim figure. Her expensive red dangly earrings, necklace and handbag added class and sophistication. As she sat close to Tamara, skirt tightly drawn over her thighs, Tamara could just make out the tell tale signs of suspender clips.
She was married to a Tory MP from the neighbouring county. Miriam skilfully put Tamara at her ease and they spoke enthusiastically about the future organisation of the sixth form. The conversation became friendlier and less formal, Tamara said that she admired her shoes and asked where she had got them from. As Miriam left, she turned in the doorway, pressed a business card into Tamara's hand and said.
"Look, I know it's not always easy for a woman promoted internally to find her feet in a new role. If there is anything I can do for you Tamara, and I mean anything at all... please get in touch."
She kept hold of Tamara's hand and stroked her thumb over the back of it, while looking meaningfully into her eyes. Then she turned and walked briskly but elegantly along the corridor. Tamara watched her make her graceful progress into the distance and wondered if Miriam had just made a pass at her. She looked at the card and saw that it contained Miriam's name, and that she was an executive director of a local fashion business. A business phone number was crossed out and replaced by a mobile number written in blue biro. Maybe one day, thought Tamara, she would take up the glamorous Miriam's offer just to see what might come of it.
Tamara and Sheryl met briefly in Tamara's new office on Friday afternoon, at the end of the school day. Tamara put her left arm around Sheryl's waist in an affectionate gesture.
"Jack and I would love you to stay over at our place tomorrow night. If we get the snow that's forecast it's probably sensible anyway. But I don't want to force you or put you under pressure if you'd rather not."
"Thanks, I'd love to, but be gentle with me," laughed Sheryl as she returned the friendly one armed hug.
It took a moment for the two women to realise, that what had started as an affectionate hug had become mutually arousing embrace as Tamara's left thigh pressed against Sheryl's right thigh. Tamara stroked Sheryl's right cheek with the back of her right hand, then, to break the mood, dropped her left hand on to Sheryl's left buttock, gave it a playful squeeze and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"You're being a bit over familiar with your boss Ms. Fox," joked Sheryl.
"I'm yours to command," said Tamara playing the submissive.
"I should be so lucky," quipped Sheryl with a cheeky smile.
"Okay, it's going to be freezing tomorrow, have you got thick woollen stockings?"
"No."
"You can borrow a pair of mine. Boots and a woollen skirt should keep you warm and if they don't, Jack will. We'll eat out tomorrow evening so bring something sexy to wear."
"Sounds like you've got it all worked out. What time shall I get to your place?"
"Ten should be fine, we'll get the train into the city."
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Saturday morning was ice cold with a chilly breeze. Sheryl had enjoyed soaping her breasts and pussy in a warm shower. She was excited and nervous about what the day would bring. The closeness that had developed between her and Tamara felt warm and enticing. She couldn't remember exactly when she had begun to contemplate sex with her, but she thought it was probably around the time that Tamara offered to fix her up with Jack. She'd had the distinct impression that Tamara would be part of that package too. She'd played with herself several times recently whilst imagining Tamara's hand between her legs, warming her up for Jack to enter her and finish her off.
Sheryl checked herself out in the mirror one more time before she stepped out into the cold morning. She looked irresistibly cute and sexy in her knee length, heeled, tan leather boots and black opaque tights. A warm, brown, patterned woollen short skirt, and a close fitting orange cardigan were worn underneath a thick camel coloured short coat that finished, like her skirt, six inches above her knees. A big orange and brown scarf, and her red hair, set off her radiant face with its sparkling blue eyes. She was a woman in the prime of her life and would be drawing admiring glances all day long, especially from Jack.
At the same time, Tamara was putting the finishing touches to her ensemble. Her black 70 denier stockings were clipped to a red six strap suspender belt which matched her red bra and panties. Warm, knee length black heeled boots matched a black, short, tight fitting woollen skirt. A dark red ribbed polo necked jumper was set off by a colourful necklace and earrings. She looked so desirable that Jack would like to have stayed in and made love to her all day long.
The doorbell rang and Jack answered it as Tamara went to find her short warm black coat. His pulse quickened as he caught site of Sheryl through the glass front door. The attraction was mutual, Sheryl wanted to be swept up by the big, friendly, handsome man that opened the door. They had only met briefly before, but there was an instant chemistry between them.
"Hi Sheryl, you look well, come in out of the cold. Here, let me take your bag."
"Oh thanks Jack, it's freezing and I think it's going to snow."
Jack looked out at the huge snow laden clouds approaching from the east.
"I think you're right, but we're going in on the train so we should be okay."
"Hi Sheryl," said Tamara as she gave her a big hug and kiss.
"We'll have to set off straight away to catch the 10.25. Jack, put Sheryl's bag in the guest bedroom while we just attend to some girly matters."
Tamara took Sheryl up to the main bedroom.
"I love your house Tamara, it's really tastefully decorated."
"Thanks, I like playing with colour and design. We've not got much time Sher did you bring a suspender belt?"
"Yes."
"Okay, get those tights off quickly and put these on, they're 70 denier cashmere so they'll be nice and warm," said Tamara handing Sheryl a pair of opaque stockings.
