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I'd spent the two days after my tryst with Beth trying to steel my resolve. I'd know that becoming sexually involved with her could be a mistake, one that would destroy both of our families and I hoped that I'd gotten past the worst of it. That is until I came home that third afternoon and saw a copy of, "My Father's Dragon," sitting on the kitchen table.
Beth had given it to my son, a note attached asking that I "Please stop in or call me. I'm hoping that you will read this and come up with a story that you can tell my class in the very near future."
Going to bed that night, I was fantasizing about another rendezvous with her, one that wouldn't take place in her classroom.
I waited until after 4:00 PM the next day to stop by the school. Expecting the parking lot to be pretty much empty, I was surprised to find a half dozen cars still there.
Walking into her classroom, I was disappointed to find her still dressing like a pilgrim. Her black, floor length dress doing nothing but hiding her lovely body, one which I'd found so irresistible earlier that week.
Looking up from her desk, she seemed surprised to see me. "I thought you'd call," she dryly stated, "since you never bothered to call or see me after our little encounter the other night."
All I could say was, "I was trying to let you sort out your feelings. Maybe you'd think about it and decide it wasn't worth the risk."
"Risk? What was the risk?"
"Remember running into the janitor as we were leaving?" I reminded her, "and how you panicked when you realized how late we'd stayed? What would have happened if one of them had walked in on us? That kind of risk."
Getting up from her desk, she walked to the little bathroom. Standing in the open doorway, she reached down and pulled the dress up over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her.
Smiling, she asked, "Is this risky?"
She was wearing a deep purple demi bra and g-string set, similar to the black one she'd worn the other night.
"Jesus, are you crazy?" I exclaimed, "there are still people in the building!"
"The custodians are at the other end of the building. Everyone else is gone."
"Then why are there still cars in the parking lot?"
"Mine? Theirs? No one else's, except maybe, yours."
With that, she unclasped the bra, letting it fall on top of her dress.
I'd taken two steps toward her, when I heard a noise in the corridor outside her classroom. Someone was walking, the direction I couldn't tell?
A moment later, a woman stuck her head into the room. Seeing me, she stepped inside. A hesitant, "Hi..., is Beth here?"
I pointed toward the bathroom.
As if on cue, Beth opened the door and walked out. "Sorry about that...," she started to say, when she, "noticed," the other woman.
"Carol, are you looking for me?"
"Yaaah," Carol answered, "I was wondering if you still had, "My Father's Dragon?" I'd like to start reading it to my class."
Beth pointed at me. Introductions were made and explanations offered. I promised that I would have the book to her the following week, "..., after I've told my story to Beth's class."
Satisfied, Carol left.
"See what I mean," I said, "if she'd have showed up thirty seconds later, I would have been in the bathroom with you!"
Another smile, followed by, "Would it be worth the risk?"
With that, she pulled off the dress again, this time right in the middle of her classroom, with the door still wide open!
She'd put the dress back on when Carol walked into the room. What she hadn't done was put her bra back on, and she'd also taken the time to remove the g-string.
So she was standing in the middle of her classroom, with the door wide open, completely naked!
Her bravado was stunning..., and so was her body.
This time, I shut the classroom door and led her into the bathroom. I know my fantasy had me ravaging her somewhere other than this tiny room, but my options were limited and as they say, "Any port in a storm!"
We kissed a lot longer, fondling, touching and discovering while we kissed. And as I had the first time, I dropped to my knees and started to orally manipulate her vagina, my reward a very quick response for my efforts, her moans of pleasure coupled with her hands pushing my face further into her crotch. This time, when she slid down the wall into the almost squatting position, I pushed my face under her, turning so that I could lick my way across her perineum and alternate pleasuring her pussy and asshole.
The moment my tongue moved to her asshole, she jumped. While not really a jump, she twitched so violently that I almost fell over backwards! Recovering quickly, she pushed my face back into her crotch, wanting I thought, to have me concentrate on that, rather than wander about in her nether regions.
Again, I was rewarded with moans and cries of pleasure, her hands tightening around my head, forcing my face deeper into her crotch.
Finally sensing her pleasure spent, I stood and kissed her, gebze escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/gebze-escort/) dropping my pants in anticipation of her orally pleasing me.
I wasn't disappointed either, her ability to treat my cock like a Popsicle a source of constant pleasure. This time, she paid quite a bit of attention to my scrotum, sucking my balls both one at a time and together. And I knew that she was going to swallow me again, and suck me off as she had the first time.
But, just as I started to get that feeling, she sensed it and stood up. Surprised, I stood there, wondering what she was doing. Reaching down, she took my cock in her hand before turning, and bending forward to grab the back of the toilet with her free hand. She then pulled on me, leading me toward an entrance into her from the rear.
Moaning, I whispered, "I don't have protection."
"I want to feel you," she hissed back, pulling at me again.
As much as I wanted to, I had no idea what STD's she might have or who, besides her husband, she might have been with? However, in that instant, I did know..., if what she was doing right then was any indication, I was just protecting myself!
Pulling her backwards by the shoulders, I turned her and then pushed her back down on her knees.
Whatever disappointment she might have had with my refusal to fuck her, she rapidly lost in her zeal to get me off. Less than a minute after taking me into her mouth, she was sucking the cum out of me, spending as much time as needed to clean me off.
Finished, she stood and hugged me for the longest time, seemingly not wanting to let me go. While holding this very sexy, naked, woman might have felt good, thoughts of janitors roaming the building quickly crept into my brain, and I wanted to get dressed and out of the bathroom.
Getting her to agree was another matter, but she finally acquiesced, if for no other reason than, "..., to prove to you that we are alone in this part of the building!"
We put our clothes on and after gathering her belongings, she led me through the building. As she'd promised, the custodians were all the way on the other side, still hours away from her classroom. I didn't see anyone else as we did a complete tour. However, once outside, I noticed two cars still in the lot, besides Beth's and mine. "Whose cars are those?"
Smiling, Beth pointed at the right front corner of the building. "The blue one is the principal's and the other belongs to one of the fourth grade teachers."
"I didn't see anyone else in the building, besides the janitors."
"That's because they're in his office," pointing again to the corner of the building. "Allen's been fucking her for almost a year now. They're both married, but Judy caught her husband cheating on her. They'd been married for less than a year, didn't have any kids or real assets, so she's divorcing him. Allen is her revenge fuck. He already had a reputation as a, "ladies man," so he fell for her as soon as she started coming on to him."
"What about his job and family? Doesn't he worry about that?"
"Obviously not," she answered, "the rumor is, his wife doesn't care. The only way they'd get caught is if someone told on them. Since everyone knows what happened to Judy, and Allen's reputation, we just ignore it."
Shaking my head, I said, "I don't know whether I should let my son continue to attend this place. I'm not sure if it's an elementary school or a bordello!"
Laughing, she kissed me and replied, "I haven't even told you about the other two teachers who are having affairs!"
I told my story to her class the following week, just after the students had finished lunch. It only took me a half hour to explain what I was doing there and to tell the story.
The kids loved it, their laughter making my efforts more than rewarding.
I had to promise that I'd return after Beth had finished the next book.
Because school didn't end for another hour and a half, I was able to avoid another rendezvous, promising that I'd call her and set something up for the following Thursday.
It was a school holiday, but one that would find her husband working.
I had two things to do. First, I called a little motel that I'd driven by many times in the past. It was an older, "U," shaped, single story structure, just far enough off the road to make it seem anonymous. I asked, and was told, that the day rate was $40.00. I made the reservation with a fictitious name, figuring that I'd pay cash, and not have to deal with any paperwork.
Next, I called a shop I'd seen advertised in the local, "Phoenix" newspaper. It marketed itself as a, "Boutique for the Adventurous," and listed several categories of clothing and accessories for those into the more, "Deviant Sexual Obsessions." I spoke to the manager, who assured me that I would find something to please even someone with the most, "conservative sexual appetites." They opened at 10:00 AM.
I called and told Beth to meet me at a small local strip mall, where göztepe escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/goztepe-escort/) she could safely leave her car.
Driving to pick her up that morning, I hoped that I'd find her wearing something that someone might find attractive. But, as usual, what she was wearing would have embarrassed a nun! A long denim dress with a bib top, a long sleeved white cotton shirt underneath.
Because she dressed so woefully, I expected that she'd be appalled by what we found when we walked into the boutique.
Instead, she was like a kid in a candy store!
Kate, the store manager, could hardly keep up with her. She wanted to try on every dress, every skirt and top, every bustier and every item of lingerie. She was amazed by the collection of fetish and S
Beth had given it to my son, a note attached asking that I "Please stop in or call me. I'm hoping that you will read this and come up with a story that you can tell my class in the very near future."
Going to bed that night, I was fantasizing about another rendezvous with her, one that wouldn't take place in her classroom.
I waited until after 4:00 PM the next day to stop by the school. Expecting the parking lot to be pretty much empty, I was surprised to find a half dozen cars still there.
Walking into her classroom, I was disappointed to find her still dressing like a pilgrim. Her black, floor length dress doing nothing but hiding her lovely body, one which I'd found so irresistible earlier that week.
Looking up from her desk, she seemed surprised to see me. "I thought you'd call," she dryly stated, "since you never bothered to call or see me after our little encounter the other night."
All I could say was, "I was trying to let you sort out your feelings. Maybe you'd think about it and decide it wasn't worth the risk."
"Risk? What was the risk?"
"Remember running into the janitor as we were leaving?" I reminded her, "and how you panicked when you realized how late we'd stayed? What would have happened if one of them had walked in on us? That kind of risk."
Getting up from her desk, she walked to the little bathroom. Standing in the open doorway, she reached down and pulled the dress up over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her.
Smiling, she asked, "Is this risky?"
She was wearing a deep purple demi bra and g-string set, similar to the black one she'd worn the other night.
"Jesus, are you crazy?" I exclaimed, "there are still people in the building!"
"The custodians are at the other end of the building. Everyone else is gone."
"Then why are there still cars in the parking lot?"
"Mine? Theirs? No one else's, except maybe, yours."
With that, she unclasped the bra, letting it fall on top of her dress.
I'd taken two steps toward her, when I heard a noise in the corridor outside her classroom. Someone was walking, the direction I couldn't tell?
A moment later, a woman stuck her head into the room. Seeing me, she stepped inside. A hesitant, "Hi..., is Beth here?"
I pointed toward the bathroom.
As if on cue, Beth opened the door and walked out. "Sorry about that...," she started to say, when she, "noticed," the other woman.
"Carol, are you looking for me?"
"Yaaah," Carol answered, "I was wondering if you still had, "My Father's Dragon?" I'd like to start reading it to my class."
Beth pointed at me. Introductions were made and explanations offered. I promised that I would have the book to her the following week, "..., after I've told my story to Beth's class."
Satisfied, Carol left.
"See what I mean," I said, "if she'd have showed up thirty seconds later, I would have been in the bathroom with you!"
Another smile, followed by, "Would it be worth the risk?"
With that, she pulled off the dress again, this time right in the middle of her classroom, with the door still wide open!
She'd put the dress back on when Carol walked into the room. What she hadn't done was put her bra back on, and she'd also taken the time to remove the g-string.
So she was standing in the middle of her classroom, with the door wide open, completely naked!
Her bravado was stunning..., and so was her body.
This time, I shut the classroom door and led her into the bathroom. I know my fantasy had me ravaging her somewhere other than this tiny room, but my options were limited and as they say, "Any port in a storm!"
We kissed a lot longer, fondling, touching and discovering while we kissed. And as I had the first time, I dropped to my knees and started to orally manipulate her vagina, my reward a very quick response for my efforts, her moans of pleasure coupled with her hands pushing my face further into her crotch. This time, when she slid down the wall into the almost squatting position, I pushed my face under her, turning so that I could lick my way across her perineum and alternate pleasuring her pussy and asshole.
The moment my tongue moved to her asshole, she jumped. While not really a jump, she twitched so violently that I almost fell over backwards! Recovering quickly, she pushed my face back into her crotch, wanting I thought, to have me concentrate on that, rather than wander about in her nether regions.
Again, I was rewarded with moans and cries of pleasure, her hands tightening around my head, forcing my face deeper into her crotch.
Finally sensing her pleasure spent, I stood and kissed her, gebze escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/gebze-escort/) dropping my pants in anticipation of her orally pleasing me.
I wasn't disappointed either, her ability to treat my cock like a Popsicle a source of constant pleasure. This time, she paid quite a bit of attention to my scrotum, sucking my balls both one at a time and together. And I knew that she was going to swallow me again, and suck me off as she had the first time.
But, just as I started to get that feeling, she sensed it and stood up. Surprised, I stood there, wondering what she was doing. Reaching down, she took my cock in her hand before turning, and bending forward to grab the back of the toilet with her free hand. She then pulled on me, leading me toward an entrance into her from the rear.
Moaning, I whispered, "I don't have protection."
"I want to feel you," she hissed back, pulling at me again.
As much as I wanted to, I had no idea what STD's she might have or who, besides her husband, she might have been with? However, in that instant, I did know..., if what she was doing right then was any indication, I was just protecting myself!
Pulling her backwards by the shoulders, I turned her and then pushed her back down on her knees.
Whatever disappointment she might have had with my refusal to fuck her, she rapidly lost in her zeal to get me off. Less than a minute after taking me into her mouth, she was sucking the cum out of me, spending as much time as needed to clean me off.
Finished, she stood and hugged me for the longest time, seemingly not wanting to let me go. While holding this very sexy, naked, woman might have felt good, thoughts of janitors roaming the building quickly crept into my brain, and I wanted to get dressed and out of the bathroom.
Getting her to agree was another matter, but she finally acquiesced, if for no other reason than, "..., to prove to you that we are alone in this part of the building!"
We put our clothes on and after gathering her belongings, she led me through the building. As she'd promised, the custodians were all the way on the other side, still hours away from her classroom. I didn't see anyone else as we did a complete tour. However, once outside, I noticed two cars still in the lot, besides Beth's and mine. "Whose cars are those?"
Smiling, Beth pointed at the right front corner of the building. "The blue one is the principal's and the other belongs to one of the fourth grade teachers."
"I didn't see anyone else in the building, besides the janitors."
"That's because they're in his office," pointing again to the corner of the building. "Allen's been fucking her for almost a year now. They're both married, but Judy caught her husband cheating on her. They'd been married for less than a year, didn't have any kids or real assets, so she's divorcing him. Allen is her revenge fuck. He already had a reputation as a, "ladies man," so he fell for her as soon as she started coming on to him."
"What about his job and family? Doesn't he worry about that?"
"Obviously not," she answered, "the rumor is, his wife doesn't care. The only way they'd get caught is if someone told on them. Since everyone knows what happened to Judy, and Allen's reputation, we just ignore it."
Shaking my head, I said, "I don't know whether I should let my son continue to attend this place. I'm not sure if it's an elementary school or a bordello!"
Laughing, she kissed me and replied, "I haven't even told you about the other two teachers who are having affairs!"
I told my story to her class the following week, just after the students had finished lunch. It only took me a half hour to explain what I was doing there and to tell the story.
The kids loved it, their laughter making my efforts more than rewarding.
I had to promise that I'd return after Beth had finished the next book.
Because school didn't end for another hour and a half, I was able to avoid another rendezvous, promising that I'd call her and set something up for the following Thursday.
It was a school holiday, but one that would find her husband working.
I had two things to do. First, I called a little motel that I'd driven by many times in the past. It was an older, "U," shaped, single story structure, just far enough off the road to make it seem anonymous. I asked, and was told, that the day rate was $40.00. I made the reservation with a fictitious name, figuring that I'd pay cash, and not have to deal with any paperwork.
Next, I called a shop I'd seen advertised in the local, "Phoenix" newspaper. It marketed itself as a, "Boutique for the Adventurous," and listed several categories of clothing and accessories for those into the more, "Deviant Sexual Obsessions." I spoke to the manager, who assured me that I would find something to please even someone with the most, "conservative sexual appetites." They opened at 10:00 AM.
I called and told Beth to meet me at a small local strip mall, where göztepe escort (http://www.escortbayanistanbul.biz/Bolge/goztepe-escort/) she could safely leave her car.
Driving to pick her up that morning, I hoped that I'd find her wearing something that someone might find attractive. But, as usual, what she was wearing would have embarrassed a nun! A long denim dress with a bib top, a long sleeved white cotton shirt underneath.
Because she dressed so woefully, I expected that she'd be appalled by what we found when we walked into the boutique.
Instead, she was like a kid in a candy store!
Kate, the store manager, could hardly keep up with her. She wanted to try on every dress, every skirt and top, every bustier and every item of lingerie. She was amazed by the collection of fetish and S