Admittedly Zara had got a bit drunk. Maybe that what encouraged her to act on her desire and go so far as to kiss him. But it was all a bit too late now. She had openly seduced Leo and had brought him to her hotel room. Difficult to back track now. But maybe she could, after all the stakes were high. She was his schoolteacher and if a sniff of scandal came out bang would go her promising career. It was a school trip and she had finally seized on that moment, having prepared her toy boy to be.
The kiss had brought a rapid response. Already his hands were on her blouse, finding their way to her breasts and it was all getting very serious. She had to think fast, and try and get control of the situation.
"Leo," she murmured, "not so fast now." He muttered something in response, but still his hands were insistently on her blouse.
"Leo, no." She tried again.
Leo's hands were still primed over her breasts. "We want it, both of us."
In a sense, that was kind of true. But it had been a result of a crazy impulse, and she now found herself suddenly on a runaway train that was quickly running out of control. Zara gently took hold of Leo's hand and moved it away.
Earlier she had enticed him to her room, with a brief text message. "I want to see you in my room at 9," it had read. But that was not the start of it. A month before, she had selected him: he had everything she was after. A handsome, slim physique, quiet, and not one to hang around in large groups. A bit of a loner, a dark horse. School life was dull, the staff were dull, and with the workload Zara found she had no social life. Anything to spice things up a bit. It was his final year, he was over 18 and would soon be off so to college, she could easily shake off any awkward clinginess should he get totally enamoured with her. She could use a bit of pleasure, she told herself, admiring his body. First off she needed to get him interested, as what she wanted was a bit of passion rather than than a bored casual fuck. More importantly, she needed him to be tractable.
In classes she had made sure he had seen her surreptitious glances during lessons. That was a start. Then she had occasionally put on a tighter skirt, a touch of make up, and coincidentally spent a little more time on his side of the class. Little steps.
Leo, for his part, began to notice those curious little looks from her. At first he was alarmed that he had been doing something wrong, or something was out of place with his clothing. It slowly dawned on him that he was consistently getting little flickers of attention, and she managed this without the rest of the class noticing. Maybe it was just the way she looked round and that tiny moment of eye contact they had. Then she would appear in a tight skirt and he could see her pert behind. Lovely. She was what, late twenties, wavy dark brown hair to her shoulders, and petite in stature. Very attractive if you thought long and hard about it. She spoke quickly with a hint of a Scots accent. This development was over the winter of his final year, and as a consequence he had begun to look forward to Miss Williams' lessons.
Then the trip was announced, which was a field trip to Switzerland. Miss Williams was accompanying the group because of her French skills. Leo was delighted, because not only was there chance to escape the boredom of English suburban life and the constant interfering of his family, but a chance to see the Alps, and some more of Zara Williams, hopefully letting her hair down.
The party was booked into a hotel by a resort on Lake Geneva. Various trips were organised for the school group to survey the glaciers, the geology and economic development in the region. They were kept busy by the teachers, and Zara worked diligently in assisting with translation. For the first two evenings, Zara was not letting her hair down though: she kept to herself, and Leo noticed during those evenings she declined to go out with the rest of the staff, venturing out on her own into the town. He had followed his school mates for part of the first evening round the town whilst they schemed on getting alcohol into their rooms. He'd gone back early and noticed that Zara was already back at the hotel. On the evening go the third day, Leo noticed that Zara Williams had changed out of her trousers and hiking shirt from the day and had replaced it with a tight fitting maroon dress. It caught the attention of the rest of the staff, let alone the adolescent males in the group.
"Going anywhere nice this evening, Zara?" inquired Mr Jones, the senior geography teacher.
"Well, I am meeting an old friend in town tonight."
"Here?"
"Yes, he's based not far away."
"Really? What a coincidence! Very nice. I hope you have a good evening."
"Thanks."
Zara checked over the group of students in the dining room, and saw that Leo was heading outwards. She sent her text. By the time he had noticed her invitation, she was out of the hotel and finding her way to a wine bar to summon up enough courage for the late evening. She found a little place on a side street and ordered a large glass. She barely believed her brazen decision to invite Leo to her room, it was stupid, impulsive, possibly very bad for their mental health and had made her downright wet down there.
By nine she was back in her room, feeling the room sway slightly. Perhaps the last glass was a bit of an over indulgence. And she should have dropped by the pharmacy... just in case things got a bit lively. She gave the matter some thought: it was her first invitation to him, and surely he would be happy with some romantic kissing, a little bit of petting, and, if she wanted if to go further, she could always send him out to find a vending machine.
*
She held Leo's hand away from her, firmly. Easy, tiger.
"Hey, what's the rush?" she quietly chided.
"I want you, Miss Williams."
