15:21 and she was lone in the teacher's room. Wanted to go through the kids' drawings to select some for the upcoming fair. It was hot and the AC was out, she started contemplating whether to just call it a day or power through and be done with it.
The door opened and the new gym teacher came in, short greeting with a courteous smile and then he went on with his tasks.
Seemed like he had just showered, judging by his wet hair and towel in his hand.
She didn't know whether it was cuz of the heat, boredom or just curiosity.l that made her come out of her usually introverted shell, but "I don't think we've been properly introduced till now. I'm Becky" she said with her hand stretched out as she was walking towards him.
He instantly smiled and gazed into her eyes as they shook hands, for some reason he was quiet. After a few moments he realized his silence and went "Oh sorry.. I'm Essam and yes we haven't been introduced yet, been seeing you around and was hoping for an introduction though."
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady" he added.
They casually chatted for a while and she was very entertained, he was charming and funny and she just enjoyed talking to him with his funny accent. He asked about her, trying to get to know her better as they were drinking a coffee. After telling him about being single she tried to remember in her head how long it's been since she has had sex.
"How about sex?".. pulled back to reality, mildly shocked and trying to get a grasp on what she missed from the conversation she countered in a firm tone "Excuse me?!" He continued with his innocent smile unphased and said " I was asking about an ex, if you had an ex?"
Laughing, mildly blushing and a bit ashamed she just shook her head. He noticed that she misheard him the first time, but just smiled and continued the conversation, while she started to realize how attracted she was to him. It was getting hotter and she wasn't sure anymore if it was the lack of AC or if it was this tall, big, funny and charming man in front of her, but she was no longer thinking about how long it's been and was thinking more about how soon she'll have sex again, trying to keep a clear head for a rational decision.
But at the same time he was flattering her in his charming way, showing real interest in what she did for the kids in her class and just seemed to admire everything she did. Complimenting her beauty and intelligence in his subtle middle eastern way.
"Come let me show you." He said standing up while pulling her up. Embarrassed to admit that she missed the last part of the conversation as she was undressing him in her mind, she went along and let him guide her.
He turned her around and held her hands her hands crossed over her chest and pressing with his body against her back. "Now how would you get free?" His tender yet masculine voice right into her ear sent a pleasant shiver down her spine to which she flirtingly responded, "What if I don't want to break free?".
With her head tilted to the left facing him she looked directly into his eyes. With a mild smirk on his face he responded "then you'd be giving me what I was hoping for since I saw you the first time I came here."
In that moment, wearing only thin leggings and a top, she felt how he grew. She immediately realized where they were, but the feeling of risk and getting caught turned her on.
She couldn't resist as he turned her around and firmly held her hands on her back with his left hand, pulling her closer with his right hand on her waist.
Both so close tasting each other's minty breath she felt his right hand slide down and grabbing her ass. To which she exhaled sharply as if shocked and yet welcoming his action. He paused between every move he took to gauge whether his advances were welcomed or not.
Both leaned in closer starting to kiss passionately as he let go of her hands. His hands were moving up and down her back and ass, touching and grabbing while she swung her hands around his head. Their tongues locked, breathing each other in and out she felt how she was getting wetter and how he was getting harder, poking her through his sweat pants she felt how hard he was.