The day had droned on and finally the last group of students had exited and I was finally able to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet until students began filtering in for tutoring. I teach history and while not as complicated as some other subjects, some students really struggle with the amount of material in college-preparatory classes.
I sat at my desk and Janice, the teacher who works in the room next to me, poked her head in and asked how the day went. I sighed heavily and said I was glad the weekend was here and looking forward to a couple of days of sleeping late and doing little in the way of work. Janice nodded in agreement and came fully into the classroom.
I perked up because she looked good and because there had always seemed to be an undercurrent of sexual tension between us. She was dressed in a pantsuit with the jacket and the shirt underneath providing plenty of vantage points. She was about 34 and had short, blond hair. Her most impressive assets were her breasts. She had large ones - she recently had a child - and while she tried to downplay them at work, they were difficult to totally conceal.
She seemed overly concern about my day - "overly" used only because she did not know me that well but she was easy to talk to and probably just trying to show she was interested in my day. She sat across me from, crossed her legs and leaned forward as she told me about her day and listened to mine.
I absently rubbed the back of my neck, telling her that it was not good to feel this wired at the beginning of the school year. "Hey, would you like me to give you a shoulder massage? I'm not that bad. Did a bit in college as part of our kineseology classes."
I shrugged, "Sure." Who would turn down a shoulder massage from a beautiful woman? I was not going to be the first and motioned her to come behind my desk.
"Wow! You're so tight back here. What are you doing throughout the day? These kids are not worth this much tension." She laughed as she said it and her laugh was something to hear - clear and warm. "You gotta learn to relax. This massage should do the trick."
As she continued, it seemed she moved closer, leaning into my back and I felt her body close to mine. The massage was doing its job - I slowly began breathing slower and deeper, risking falling asleep in my chair. Meanwhile, I picked up on her breathing and it grew shallower and a little raspy.
I was now completely alert and aware of not only her body but also the way it was pressing against me. Why would she be interested in me? She was married, apparently happy enough to have a kid but she was pushing into me. Her breath grew even shallower as I reached around to stroke the back of her legs. I'm not sure what made me do it but it felt right. I was hard as a rock and a bit shy about turning around but I fought off the embarrassment.
I twisted around in my seat and look her in the eye. Her face displayed lust as I stood up and undid first her suit jacket and then the button down white shirt. Her breasts, wrapped in a white lace bra, came into view and my breath was taken away. Her hands wrapped around my head as I released the hooks between her breasts. They came free with a gasp from both of us. Her breasts were large, swollen, milky white and her nipples were set inside large areolas and stood erect. The nipples were some of the largest I had ever seen as I bent down and began licking them. As I sucked, milk came out. I was first surprised but soon, was turned on by the fact that we were both getting hornier but an act that was suppose to be natural and asexual.
She muttered "Baby" as her hands ran through my hair and I sucked harder, intermittently and lightly using my teeth on her. She gasped and shook from the attentions I was paying to her nipples. I moved her around so that she was sitting on my desk in front of me. I sat back down and slowly unbuttoned her loose-fitting suit pants. As soon as I opened up her pants, the smell of her sex filled my nostrils and I quickly yanked them off, as well as her panties. Below the desk, I took out my cock - it was hard as a rock and desperate to be inside of her. Her pussy was bare and soaking wet, opened wide in anticipation for what was to come. I buried my tongue as her legs wrapped around my head and her hands pushed me deeper into her. I licked up the folds within her and occasionally drifted my tongue down to her asshole, which drove her crazier, her pussy leaking over my face. Her hips moved, as if she was silently directing my tongue to her favorite spot.
That is when I heard the click of my door being opened. I had just enough time to bring my head up when I saw one of my seniors, Maria, walk in without knocking. Janice and I were both too shocked to do anything right away, as was Maria. Maria looked gorgeous. She was a little shorter than the 5'8" Janice with dark hair, dark complexion and large breasts that were common among many of my Mexican-American students. She wore tight jeans and a fitted white shirt that showed her off-white bra and nipples erect from the cold outside.
"Oh my God...I'm so sorry." With that expression, she bolted from the room. Janice quickly got up, put on her pants (sans panties) and her blouse and ran out to find Maria. Meanwhile, I sat in my room that reeked of sex and memories of something I thought I would never get back again. I also thought about the consequences.
I was sure to lose my job. "Yes, Mr. Principal. I was engaged in a bit of flagrante dilecto with another teacher and was about to slam it home when Maria popped in. Sorry." I was sure to be suspended and how easy would it be to find another job with this type of incident in my background.
Just as I was mentally redoing my resume, Janice popped back in with a bit of a smirk on her face.
"What's so funny? That was not funny! What if she says something?"
Janice giggled. "Dave, she was right outside the portable trying to figure out what she just saw. I had her in class last year and we have a pretty good relationship. She's next door in my room now."
"What? How is she?"
Janice said, "Oh, she's fine but I have to tell you something. Last year,
she told me that she had a crush on you and had dreams about you. When I saw her outside, she just looked at me and said, 'Remember what I told you last year about him? God that was something what I just saw.' I just took her to my room and told her to wait."
Ok, my fear had turned my brain to mush. I thought I just heard that Maria had a thing for me and was turned on by what she saw. I looked at Janice and asked, "Are you for real? I'm 45 years old. She's 18."
Janice walked towards me and replied, "Yes, dear and I'm 34. Now that we have all of our ages down, do you remember where I live?" I nodded yes. "Meet me there in about twenty minutes."
