Another story from the Newforester 'library' written a few years ago. Now writing under the name 'Rockycoveboy.' Hope you enjoy the second reading.
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The bus moved steadily through the country lanes, making its way on the twenty minute journey, or so, into the nearby town. The view from upstairs was spectacular, spring was in the air as it was now April, and the trees and flowers were just starting to open up after a horrific winter. It was Saturday morning, teenagers were on their way into town to spend their money in the coffee bars, or buy new clothes from the many boutiques, young children were on the way to see their favourite cartoons at the cinema, and wives were on their way to have a look round the shops and perhaps get the weekly groceries.
It was still chilly and breezy, but the spring sun was shining in on the passengers and the warmth could be felt on the faces of those sitting upstairs. Fay sat in one of these seats, alone, but didn't really see the views she was looking at, neither did she hear the voices all around her, chattering away to one another. She sat nervously and with trepidation, aware of what might be in store for her when she reached her destination, but hoping that she would be wrong. She had her warm coat on, to protect her against the chilly weather, but also to hide the garments she wore underneath -clothes that she would never dream of wearing during the day at any other time.
'Do you have a basque, Fay?' he had asked.
'Y..yyes,' she had mumbled quietly to her questioner a couple of days previously.
'Well, wear it please on Saturday, along with the stockings and high heels.' It had been an order, not a request.
Fay was 38, married with 2 teenage children, and lived with her family in a quiet, little bungalow in the country. Her husband worked shifts in the nearby oil refinery, she had a nice little part-time job which gave her a bit of pocket money, she enjoyed pottering in the garden, and she was one of millions of housewives who lived a quiet, humdrum life. She had got pregnant when she was 19, had never slept with any other man apart from her husband, and was quite happy with her day to day existence, quietly getting on with her family life, -but sometimes she did hanker after just a little bit more excitement!!
Her sexual adventures had been minimal, in fact they had been non-existent really, and she had only known thrilling eroticism through her own self-experiments and what she and her husband had tried together in the privacy of their own bedroom—when they had the time of course, with two demanding children and a hectic work schedule. She had, over the years, become quite adept at sucking her husband's cock, every now and then, allowing him to finish in her mouth, and sometimes, if she was in the right mood, she would be quite happy, thrilled even, to allow him to penetrate her bottom and fuck her to conclusion this way. In the early years of their marriage, he had taken some naughty pictures of her but this habit had fizzled out and now their relationship could only be described as 'normal'.
Fay didn't regard herself as stunningly attractive, but still had a fine head of black hair, cut to her neck, was still slim and shapely and always applied her make-up with care.
Fay hadn't slept well the previous night, tossing and turning, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Her husband had been down the pub for his few Friday night pints and a game of snooker, but she couldn't face sex when he came home, so nervous was she. However, in order to placate the randy sod, she had dutifully taken him into her mouth and had eventually brought satisfaction to him by sucking and swallowing to conclusion, knowing that he would then turn over and soon be snoring, leaving her to try, with little success, to get a few hours sleep before morning came around all too soon.
'If your father goes to football after work, tell him I've gone into town to do some shopping,' Fay shouted to her eldest as she left the front door and made her way down the path. It was about 10.30 on Saturday morning and she had managed to get 'improperly' dressed and get her coat on without too much hassle. Hubby was doing overtime at the refinery -when wasn't there any overtime? - and the kids were either lounging about in bed or flying in and out of the house with their mates. As long as there was food on the table at the appropriate times, the kids didn't care too much what their parents were up to, and so Fay had managed to get away without embarrassment.
She made her way down the lane to the bus stop, about 5 minutes walk away, and the sound of the high heels on the ground was like thunder to her ears, so unused was she to wearing them and, although the coat covered her down to below the knee, Fay got the feeling that everybody in the village was looking at her as she started out on her terrifying sojourn.
She had a lovely part-time job at the senior school in town, and she didn't want to lose it now. She helped pupils with learning difficulties, giving extra tuition with their reading on 3 mornings a week, and it gave her an interest, got her out of the house, gave her some extra pocket money, and changed her routine away from the hum-drum family life. It had only been £50, a terrible lapse, out of character, and she had given the money back straight away anyway, but she had been caught red-handed by the handsome maths teacher, Tony Fisher.
Fisher had been very nice about it, very kind but firm and, after consulting the Headmaster, which he said he had to do, Fay had been instructed to attend the school on Saturday morning, to speak with both the Head and Fisher. Fisher had led her up a mental cul-de-sac, with no means of escape and there was no alternative but to take the bus ride, dressed as instructed, her mind playing havoc with what might or might not happen. Mind you, Fisher himself was indeed handsome, tall and dark haired and probably only in his late 20s, and he always gave Fay a lovely smile whenever their paths crossed at school. --But it would be all right, she told herself, she was 38, married and respectable -oh Christ, what's going to happen??
Fay knew the Head was a lecherous old devil -she had seen him ogling the senior girls on occasions, watching them go up the stairs, or peering out of his office window as they lounged on the lawn at break-time in the summer months. He was in his late 50s, but looked a lot older, whitish hair and portly from too many good lunches and even more glasses of red wine, no doubt. He had probably watched her moving around the school when he had the opportunity, but Fay had never dressed for her work in anything other than conventional clothes, being a respectable married woman with propriety.
Nevertheless, she still had a good figure, her superb breasts were always prominent and no doubt the Head's lurid imagination took over on occasions. On the few occasions that she and her husband went out for a special treat, she could turn heads and could look very smart and fetching, but she was only ever at her husband's side at these times, and did not make a habit of dressing provocatively. She shivered in her seat on the bus again and wondered what the Head would have to say to her this morning. It was pretty obvious really, as the instructions about the attire she was wearing were not done for her health -were they? This was different, this was frightening, she was in a corner and just had to get to school and fight her corner. Fisher would be kind, he would protect her from the old man, wouldn't he?
As she alighted from the bus, with some difficulty in the heels, Fay immediately felt the chillness from the cold air at the top of her legs where the stockings ended, and only her bare white flesh and the tiny skirt existed. Thank God for the warm coat, she thought, as she wrapped it round herself even more tightly for the short walk to the school gates. She was now in a daze and it was only when she was about to knock on the Head's door that she froze, suddenly realising that this was it, she was here, the moment had come.
