The 3rd story in the Fay Trilogy, first issued by NewForester some years ago. Now re-published under my current name, Rockycoveboy. Hope you enjoy!
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Mrs King had received an invitation like this before, but last time it was under duress, when she didn't really have any option. This time, it was to discuss her salary, with the hidden promise of a possible rise -but on a Friday evening?,... to include a drink to celebrate Christmas??
Tony Fisher had called her aside for a few minutes one afternoon in the corridor and explained that the Headmaster wanted to discuss her salary the following Friday and, as it was nearing the end of the term with Christmas only a few days away, it would be a good idea to combine the discussions with a drink or two to celebrate the festivities. Fay went home nervous but excited.
Fay had made an effort since her previous 'interview' with the Head and Fisher, back in April, as they had both insisted that that her fine, shapely body should be attired in more 'glamorous' clothes when she came to work. She only worked part-time at the school, helping out with reading with the difficult pupils, but she enjoyed it immensely, particularly as she had gained more confidence and self esteem from knowing that, at 39, she could still attract admiring glances from some of the males around her.
It had been more than 'admiring glances' that had been thrust upon her at that first meeting -God, she couldn't think about it now... but it hadn't stopped her improving and becoming a little 'risque' with her attire ever since. Fay knew it wasn't coincidence that even some of the senior boys were now engaging her in more conversation, or that she could feel eyes on her from behind as she went up the school stairs, or along the corridors—and it made her feel good.
She had started to wear tighter jumpers and blouses, to accentuate her full, firm, breasts, trousers that fitted snugly round the curves of her tight bottom, usually with high heels or boots, and occasionally, if she was feeling extra daring, she would put on a skirt that was tight to her ass and legs, and perhaps two or three inches above her knees. Fay always wore stockings, she hated tights, and she well knew that occasionally, just occasionally, there would be a quick flash of her naked skin above the stocking tops as she walked up the stairs in school. Yes, she had made an effort to please the Headmaster, the lecherous old devil, and Fay knew the effect her efforts were having!!
She got on well with the pupils and other staff members, and it had all given her a new zest for life with new energy. Her two teenage children now had their own active lives, and Fay found that life with her husband of 20 years could become just a little boring occasionally, although she never really wanted to stray. Anything that may or may not have happened was entirely due to her weak nature, and the fact that Fay could not resist a seductive assault on her submissive body. However, Fay did think that a rise in her salary would be wonderful -and perhaps well over-due -and so she looked forward to the little Friday night get-together.
Her husband was on nights at the oil refinery that night, but she did tell him there was a little Christmas function at the school, and so nothing seemed amiss. Fay very often attended meetings and functions at the school in the evenings, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. The kids had already gone out with their friends by 7o'clock and so she bathed and got changed, ready to catch the 7.45 bus from down the road -Christ, I must learn to drive the car in the New Year, she promised herself.
Fay had learnt, quite conclusively back in April, the Head's proclivities to the feminine form, and decided that she would try to influence his thinking when it came to discussing her salary. As Fay put her underwear on, she felt sexy already. The lilac bra was thin, see-through, but hard and shapely, and held the firm breasts quite wonderfully in place. As she pulled the minute matching panties up her thighs, Fay shivered at the material's touch on her skin, and she gently pushed them into place between her legs, the high cut of the leg ensuring that her full expanse of thigh was on view.
With the suspender belt in place, Fay pulled the dark stockings up her legs until they were stretched in place across her thighs. The black suede skirt was worn above the knee, but smart, and the suede jerkin she wore hid the tightness of her red, buttoned blouse across her chest. Minutes later the bus driver gave her legs an admiring glance as Fay disappeared up the stairs of the bus, her red, high heeled sandals clipping each step quite loudly.
Winston Parker was a 19 year old black sixth former at the school, very handsome, tall and muscular, good at sports as well as being quite intelligent, and he was popular with the girls at school as well. He was a quiet boy, though, never brash, but with a good sense of humour, and probably kind. Tonight he was off back to school and Fay saw him as soon as she reached the top of the stairs on the bus.
'Hello Winston, you look very smart tonight, off somewhere nice?' He wore clean smart jeans, an open necked white shirt and a leather jacket and, Fay thought as she sat down next to him, looked very much the adult now he was out of school uniform. Winston immediately smelt the gentle perfume and, without looking directly, saw the nylon clad thighs come into view as Fay sat down.
'The Head's invited me in to have a drink with him in his study -I don't know if anybody else is going, but I had nothing else to do, so I thought I'd go along. What about you?' There was talk that Parker might be the next Head Boy, so perhaps tonight was a 'grounding' for him.
'I've been invited too,' she laughed. 'We won't all get in the room if there's too many, will we?' Fay wondered how many had been invited, and where they were all going to go, and when would her pay rise be discussed -ah well, enjoy the evening anyway, it'll all become clear soon enough. She could feel this young, large, manly body next to her making polite conversation and she felt a little risqué already.
'We must have a drink together when we get there, Winston, and you can tell me about all those girlfriends that you have,' teased Fay. He smiled back at her and tried not to glance at the shapely thighs just down from his line of vision.
'I don't have a girlfriend at the moment -too busy with rugby and football and studying.'
'Oh, come on,' and Fay warmed to the tease, 'a handsome young man like you must have loads of girls chasing him round,' and her hand just briefly caressed the huge, muscular thigh through the jeans, and then took it away again. She was still a teacher, still a married woman 20 years older than Winston, but she immediately saw the caress had woken a twinkle in his eyes, stirred his masculinity.
'Not really,' and Winston sort of blushed and looked away, not wanting to admit that this woman was attractive, not wanting to do anything in case he had misread the signs, the 'come-on'. The polite conversation continued but they joked, laughed and smiled at each other until they reached the stop near the school where Winston took the teacher's hand to help her alight from the bus. Fay felt the massive palm around her own and didn't want to let go, so secure was it.
The night was dark and quite chilly, so Fay linked her hand into Winston's arm without asking, and the two made their way along the pavement towards the school. She could see his beautiful, dark eyes twinkling in the street lights as they talked and, only momentarily, wondered how he was going to get home. They very quickly reached the front door of the school and found it unlocked. In they went. The foyer went round to where the Head's study was and, as the two approached, the door opened and there was Tony Fisher to greet them.
'Evening Mrs King, evening Parker, it's a bit chilly isn't it? Come on in.' The heat from the radiators in the Head's office soon warmed the visitors and the blinds were pulled to keep out the dark night.
'Ah, good evening, it's wonderful to see you both. I'm so glad you could come.' The Head was beaming as he greeted them from behind his desk. 'I thought that as it was Christmas, you'd like to join us in a little drink to celebrate the Christmas season, and as a thank you for all you've done for us, Fay, this term. Parker, you've also excelled yourself this term, both on the sports field and in the classroom and, as the Head Boy position is likely to become vacant quite soon, I thought that you may care to join us for an informal get-together.'
'Thank you Headmaster,' was all that Winston could reply.
