Charles, my husband, hadn't left me much to do when he left for the U.S.A. on a business trip. That was because he was such a brilliant organiser. He planned everything down to the last detail covering the weeks he was away. But, he did leave me one thing to do.
"Just make sure that William's entry form to St. Leonard's school gets there before the 20th of the month," he stressed. "It's the only thing I am relying on you to do."
The only reason he hadn't seen to that himself was that a final report from William's present school hadn't arrived yet and was needed to accompany the application. As it happened, it came the day after Charles' departure and I put both forms in a drawer ready to post off.
All of the male line in Charles' illustrious family had attended St. Leonard's before going off to Oxford or Cambridge. It had been the same for God knows how long. It was so important to the Danby's.
That's his family (and mine too, I suppose after I married him). And Charles, together with his mother and the rest of the family were all looking forward to William keeping up the family tradition.
Unfortunately, I forgot to post off the damn application. I realised what I had done, or in this case not done, when Charles rang me from America. Actually, I was rather pleased to hear from him until he asked me that dreadful question.
"You did remember to get off William's application to St Leonard's, didn't you?"
To my credit, I hesitated for less than a heartbeat, "Oh yes, Darling," I lied, "I got it off in plenty of time."
In actual fact, I was three days late and the application was still in a drawer.
Well, in my defence, I did have a lot on at the time. There was lunch with friends, two or three times a week and visits to my hairdresser and beautician. And there was shopping, of course, one always needed something or other to wear. Then, I was looking at the possibility of redecorating our dreary dining room and oh, yes, there was the opening night of a new play in London that I wanted to go to.
Heavens, one was rushed off one's feet. I mean one can't remember everything.
Well, Charles wouldn't have had any sympathy for me, I know that. In fact, he probably would have killed me. The fact that I had lied to him about it made it ten times worse.
A quick telephone call to the school confirmed my worst fears. No, they said. The deadline had passed. Any new applications would no longer be accepted, as there were many more applications received than places available. The snooty school secretary could barely conceal her impatience at my enquiry. Finally, she took pity on me as I kept on pleading. Either that or she wanted to get me out of her hair.
"I am afraid that your only course of action is to see the headmaster personally, although, I have to be honest and say that I don't see much hope for you."
Well, she fixed me up with an appointment in 2 days time. I was desperate and it represented my only hope of retrieving the situation.
It was unthinkable to have to explain to Charles on his return why William wouldn't be going to St. Leonard's. It would be like lighting the touch paper to a room full of dynamite. My life would not be worth living. For a start he would cut of my allowance and I couldn't have that.
So, I made up my mind, I would not come away from the headmaster's office without securing a place at his school for our son. I was prepared to do anything to succeed... And, I do mean anything. I was that desperate.
My name is Laura, by the way. I have been told by a lot of people that I am very pretty, beautiful, in fact. I suppose you could describe me as a leggy, blue eyed blonde with an ample bosom and a slender waist. In short, I have an excellent figure with superb legs. I would stress that these are the words of my many admirers and not just me.
Anyway, on the day of my visit, I spent a great deal of time getting ready. I put on several outfits, but, in the end selected a cream coloured blouse and a brown skirt. It was the shortest skirt in my wardrobe and that meant short indeed. It was too short, really, for an appointment with the distinguished headmaster of my son's prospective school, but it might help me get what I wanted and that was all that mattered. I knew I couldn't afford to fail.
As the time came for me to leave, I took a last look at myself in the mirror. Not bad, I had to concede. I slowly raised my skirt until I saw the creamy bare thigh tops of my hold up stockings and my silky cream panties. Oh yes, I was fully loaded and ready to get my own way. Mr Brunswell, the headmaster was about to get the full treatment.
Charles had not married me for my money, education or social standing. I had none of these. He married me for my beauty and sex appeal, or so he says. Well, I needed to put my assets to good use and at the age of 29, I knew I still had what it took.
Horace Brunswell sat at his polished oak desk and sorted through the pile of applications for new entrants to the school. As usual, there were more than sufficient to fill all the available places. The fees were steep, but, the people he was dealing with were from the most successful strata of society who could easily afford them. In the English social system, education at any public school really made a difference and meant something. The foundations of a first class education and a successful way of life were on offer. And Brunswell liked to think that St. Leonards, as a famous institution, was up there with the best.
He had the task of recommending the final list to the school governors. It was a formality after that. They always accepted his recommendations. Well, nearly always.
Just then his secretary knocked on his door. "It's Mrs Danby to see you, headmaster. And you have just ten minutes or so before your safety inspection."
The headmaster looked up from his desk "Very well, send her in, please."
Laura Danby was a breathtaking sight as she walked confidently into his room. Her exotic perfume assailed his nostrils as he pushed up from his chair to greet her. He was not used to meeting glamorous females and Mrs Danby was glamorous alright, one might even say beautiful. In many ways, she reminded him of the late Grace Kelly, his favourite movie star. His mouth suddenly went dry and his voice trembled slightly as he offered her a seat opposite his desk. His eyes nearly popped as she sat down and showed a substantial amount of nylon covered thigh.
"Mrs Danby, how nice to meet you," he stuttered. "How can I be of service?"
Laura handed him the school entry application form for her son and went on to explain about her husband's family history of attendance at the school and what it meant to them. Then, lowering her eyes she told him about her foolishness in forgetting to get the application form in on time.
"Well, Mr. Brunswell began, shaking his head "I'm not sure what I can do at this stage..."
"Oh please headmaster," she pleaded looking at him with her amazing blue eyes and crossing her lovely legs, "you simply must help me. My husband will kill me if William is not enrolled here for next term."
He flicked through his papers and sighed before looking up at her. The very picture of a damsel in distress. He could see just a glimpse of bare thigh above her stocking tops. He gulped and slowly shook his head. "Ahhhh" he sympathised sadly.
"I want you to know, Headmaster, that...I'll do anything for you," she said in her sexiest voice ...ANYTHING ..."
Horace looked at her open mouthed as her words and the implication of them hung in the air between them.
Then, she crossed her legs again and as if by magic her skirt rode up higher and he could see her panties.
He was melting in his seat. She was the most delectable creature he had seen in a very long time and she seemed to be offering herself to him in this very room. In normal circumstances there was no way in which he should entertain an application after the closing date. It was unthinkable and something he had never entertained before. But, there again, he had never met anyone quite as delicious as Laura Danby.
At 52, his own sex life was, well, non-existent. His wife was no longer interested in such things. She was a wonderful lady, but nothing like the exquisite sexual creature sitting before him, and who, even fully clothed, was stirring his manhood into life. And that was something that hadn't happened since...God knows when.
Laura's light blue eyes seemed to light up the room as she waited patiently for his response. Her skirt was pulled up to near her waist now, giving him a full view of what she was offering him. She smiled warmly and confidently, oozing sex appeal as she did so. Her instincts told her that a deal could be done with this man. The odds being very much on her side, because, it was a fact, that no living breathing male under the age of 80 would turn down such an offer from her. And he was no exception.
Brunswell gulped as he stared longingly at her stockings, thighs and panties. He was crumbling.
He flicked on his intercom. "Miss Silver...erm, cancel the safety inspection and see that I'm not disturbed, in any circumstances, until...4.00 p.m.?"
"Yes, headmaster," came the reply.
Laura smiled encouragingly at him as he got up and locked the door. It was going just the way she wanted it.
