Hi my name is Jane, my life had been on a regular track until recently. I had been happily married and living a contented suburban life, Greg my husband worked for a local accountancy firm while I work at a prestigious local private school as a year 12 teacher. I love playing sport and although I had just turned 43 I still played competitive basketball and tennis. I had being blessed with youthful genes, I looked a lot younger than my age and my body was in great condition. I was 5'8" weighed about 68 kgs, although slim I had quite large DD breasts. I was proud of my breasts, I knew one day they would start to sag but at this stage they were firm.
Locally I dressed and behaved very modestly as I knew I had to present a staid image. The school was very protective of their image to such an extent a number of excellent teachers had been sacked over the years for relatively minor indiscretions. This was why Greg and I tried to go away as often as possible so we could relax and be ourselves. When we went into the city or away on holidays I loved dressing up provocatively.
I loved showing off my body to Greg, and if other men happened to ogle me then so be it. Our sex life was generally vanilla but occasionally if the moment took us we pushed the boundaries probably like most other couples. As far as I knew neither of us had strayed in our marriage.
About 4 weeks ago I organized for a group of my students that studied art to attend an exhibition of impressionist artists in a nearby city. I knew some of the boys were doing the class as it was perceived to be a easy pass but I still had to push for the interested students.
The trip required an overnight stay so myself and a older male teacher went as supervisors. We booked into the hotel about 4pm as a second school group was checking as well, this wasn't a surprise as it was a relatively cheap hotel that a lot of schools used.
"Hello Jane." I heard a male voice say behind me.
I turned and saw an old college friend.
"Hi Brad, I haven't seen you for a while." I said. Brad looked hot he had obviously looked after himself.
We moved towards each other and gave each other a hug.
"You're looking good." Brad said, looking me up and down.
"Ha, so are you." I replied.
Brad and I had gone through college together, and had dated for a short but exhilarating time. Pretty well all I could remember of our relationship was the incredible sex.
"You here for the night." He asked.
"Yes then back home tomorrow." I said.
"Do you want to catch up for a couple of drinks in the hotel bar later." Brad asked.
"Sure, just for a couple, say about 8." I replied.
I knew I wasn't officially suppose to drink while supervising but most teachers did without any problems.
The check in and evening meal went well and everyone had retired to their respective rooms by 7.30. Even the boys were behaving, being most of them were 18 that was a surprise. I had a quick shower, then slipped into a light summer dress. I was a bit naughty unbuttoning the top of the dress so I was displaying some nice cleavage.
I had no intentions of going too far but I did think it would be a bit of fun.
My teacher companion had settled into his room and was aware I was going out for a short time so he agreed to be the contact for the students.
I wandered into the bar, it was a large hotel so there was quite a few in the bar. Most of the men turned to watch me stride in, my breasts bouncing gently with each step. Brad saw me first and waved, I walked over, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
It was great catching up with Brad, After a few gin and tonics his smile and blue eyes had me feeling like I was a nineteen year old at college again. I could feel a warmness in my pussy that I shouldn't have been.
I moved to champagne, that was probably a mistake but I was having a great time.
Our conversation had moved from a casual conversation about our lives to some light flirting, even glossing over some of our sexual adventures. It was turning into a very hot conversation.
On returning from the toilet Brad had moved to a booth with a bench seat it was in a secluded darker part of the bar. I looked at him with a smile, he gave a cheeky grin back. He stood up while i started to slide in onto the seat, Brads hand touched my lower back and guided me to my seat. Charming I thought.
