Arriving at school the next afternoon, I spent too much time trying to find a parking space in amongst the student cars that had been there all day and had to resort to sneaking into the staff car park. I consequently found myself running to class. I got to class to find the door closed. Quietly I opened it and tried to slip in except, of course, everyone stopped to look, including Ms Stein.
"Hmm, Mark, you're late!" she said sternly.
I turned to respond and was about to speak when I noticed the firm points of her nipples beneath her white blouse clearly showing because she wasn't wearing a bra. I stared for a moment, feeling the familiar stirring, before she said, "Well, what have you to say for yourself?"
Stammering a "Sorry, Miss," I searched for a seat. Again, the only one left was the last near the door. I sat down.
"Try to be punctual in future seeing as you are only part-time after all!"
There was a tone in her voice that I couldn't quite decide what its intent was. Certainly not friendly - was this going to be payback for yesterday when I made her suck me off?
On with the work! We were soon asked to find a partner to work with. Within a second I was tapped on the shoulder and that's when I noticed it was the cute blonde girl, Ellen.
"Is it okay if we work together?" she asked rather timidly.
"Sure, why not," I said, thinking at least it was one of the smarter kids and not too rough on the vision either. She slid her chair beside mine, working in the close confines of the small single desk. She smelt nice and had rather nice pouting, kissable lips. Being a couple of years younger than me and another one of the girls in class, I hadn't paid much attention to her until the other day when she obviously saw the erection in my pants after I'd come in behind Ms Stein. We got on with the task and I tried to avoid being distracted.
After a while Ms Stein was going around the room checking in at each desk. The boys would be in delirium with those tits swinging toward them. The thin material was bad enough in showing the outline of her firm nipples, but you could see their dark shadow pretty clearly too against the white cloth. She came to our desk last again and leaned over the front of it to inspect our work. Surprise, surprise! Her top two buttons on her blouse were undone.
Ellen gasped as the cavern approached us. I decided to play her game and just looked straight into her cleavage as she started asking us questions. Ellen answered most of them while I concentrated on the swelling of her breasts as she took each breath and the way they swayed loosely in front of my eyes with each little movement of her hips. Her nipples hardened before my, and Ellen's, eyes.
"Well, that's good, Ellen. You've certainly researched the Crimean War well. Anything to add, Mark?"
Ellen turned to watch me, probably thinking I'd not been paying any attention except to the tits in front of me. Without raising my gaze from the delightful view, I commented, "The thing I thought was most interesting in these battles was how severely they were hampered by the terrain. The Light Brigade wouldn't have been the disaster it was, if they hadn't been so badly caught in the canyon between two big mountains."
"Yes, you made a couple of good points there," she smirked knowingly. "Well done, you two."
She turned away and was gone. Ellen whispered, "What a slut! Showing herself off like that!"
"Oh, don't be too harsh, Ellen. She's just having some fun."
"Obviously so are you … again!" she said, staring into my lap with a little smile and wide eyes.
I looked into her eyes and watched her pupils dilate as the heat came to her face.
"She is always doing it. It is not right! Someone should say something!" She was quite irate.
"Well, I can tell you now that none of the boys are going to complain as long as she keeps doing it."
"It's sex discrimination or something, isn't it?"
"Not really - you could see her tits just as well as me, couldn't you?" I chuckled quietly.
She blushed a bright red. She had been looking at the firm boobs that were clearly bigger than what she appeared to have under her school top. I wondered momentarily if she was as interested in Ms S as all the boys were.
"You two quite finished with your chat?" Ms Stein asked almost sarcastically, making me wonder if she could hear what we were saying.
The class soon finished, and it was the end of the day. It was annoying to have to come in just for the hour but I had to pass the course so what choice was there. I took a casual stroll back to my car and got in to go home. As I was leaving, I spotted Ellen waiting by the kerb at the front of the school. I pulled up and saw she looked worried. I waved her over and she opened the door.
"What's wrong, Ellen?"
"I missed the bus and the next one isn't for an hour, but I get the connection at the station in town, so I'll miss that one too," she explained.
"Well, hop in and I will drop you at the station, okay?" I suggested casually.
"Are you sure?" she asked but she was already getting in.
Off we drove, making chit-chat about school and things. I didn’t realise that she would leave mid-year as that’s when she’d finish her final year of school in France. She was already eighteen and, if her results were good, would be in college before me! I’d known she was smart but suddenly I saw her in a new light.
Occasionally I got a brief glimpse of her rather nice long legs as they peeked from under the hem of her school skirt that seemed to keep moving up. As we neared the centre of town, we came to a set of lights that changed as I approached. Pulling up in the outer lane, I heard Ellen gasp and she suddenly threw herself across the seat, her head in my lap.
"What's wrong?" I asked, a little startled but not regretting her reaction.
"It's Miss … from school … in the next car!" she hoarsely whispered.
"Oh, so it is?" I queried as I looked out the passenger-side window. "So why are you hiding?"
"She knows my exchange-Mama. If she sees me going around town with a boy, she might tell her, and I will be in terrible trouble. My boarding parents are very strict."
This seemed to be overly dramatic to me but, okay. "Stay there then until I tell you it's clear."
I could already feel myself starting to swell as I looked at the blonde tresses spread over my lap. Soon I was obviously semi-erect and the bulge in my pants had to be pushing against her right cheek. The traffic was busy, and I could only go with the flow, so we were beside Ms S when we reached the next lights. That's when she looked over and recognised me.
I smiled and gave a small wave and received a little sexy smile in return. She glanced back at the lights, allowing me to tell Ellen, "Don't move; she's looking this way."
I placed a hand on her soft, silken hair to hold her still, but it only served to put pressure on her cheek against my now-hard cock. She was moving slightly; at first, I thought to pull away, but she actually was sliding along my length with her face and then there was a little moan. She turned slightly and I felt her hand on my knee sliding up my thigh until it was grasping at the outline in my jeans.
Concentrating on the traffic became a lot more difficult. A short way up the road Ms S turned in to a shopping centre as I drove past. She smiled and nodded as we parted. Ellen's hand was gripping firmly and stroking along my hardness now. I didn't want her to stop even though I knew she must. I drove a little further in silence until we neared the station a few hundred yards down the road.
"We're nearly there, Ellen." I wondered if she caught the double meaning!
She sat up, her face awash with colour. "Don't you … want me to stay with you?" she asked most innocently except for the aroused twinkle in her eyes and her hand resting on my tented groin.
It took all my willpower to say, "Not now … but soon. You have to get home and there is something I must do today. Okay?"
She leaned up to me and kissed me softly while she gently squeezed me through my jeans, as she said rather disappointedly, "Okay … if you must! I will see you tomorrow."
With that she hopped out of the car and stood on the pavement, biting her lip and looking just like a nervous little schoolgirl. As I drove away, I wondered what might be going to happen with the cute eighteen-year-old while I was still fascinated by the sexy forty-something-year-old. I'd already decided what I was going to do about Janette but seeing her today in her car had brought my plan forward, a plan that I might not get the chance to fulfill for some time if I didn't do it today.
I drove back to the shopping centre and patrolled the car park; sure enough, there was her car. I parked nearby and waited. She came out a short while later carrying a couple of bags of groceries and veggies and put them on the back seat and then got into the driver's seat. She reversed out and I followed her into the traffic.
Keeping a little distance, I was able to follow her little blue Mini to a housing development a couple of miles away. She drove slowly until she turned into a nice little street with the standard two-storey houses for the area, each with its little garden and a driveway. She pulled into a nice, detached place with some flower beds in front and lace curtains at the window. Hmm, lace, I thought, just like she likes to wear. I pulled up behind her in the drive and hopped out, trotting up the drive just as she was getting the shopping out of the back of the car. Bent over as she was, reaching for the bags, her upper thighs were exposed showing some stocking top again.
"Hi, Miss. Can I help with those?"
She jumped at the sound of my voice so close behind her, became upright, and demanded in a partly hushed voice, "What are you doing here?"
Noticing her neighbour standing by the gate next door, I said quite loudly, "It's my tutoring session, Miss. Have you forgotten?"
She looked around and saw the nosy woman in her house dress, "Hi, Emily!" she said brightly with a wave and then she turned on me, "You can't be here!" she hissed, "This is my home!"
"That's okay, Miss," I said brightly, "I don't mind helping if it means we get started on my lesson sooner."
I smiled at the neighbour who seemed to be embarrassed at being caught with her nose in someone else's business. I walked up the path with the bags and waited as Ms S came along slowly behind me, the clip of her heels on the paving ringing loudly in her nervous silence. Reaching the door, she surveyed the scene and saw good old Emily still watching. Quickly opening the door with her key, she led us inside to the relative safety and privacy.
"What do you think you are doing coming here like this?" she demanded after closing the door.
"I've come to get the fuck I wanted from you," I said, dropping the bags and reaching out for the swelling tit still showing through her blouse.
"No! You can't!" she hissed again in anger, brushing my hand away.
I stepped in close, towering over her, "Oh I think I can!" I insisted and leaned in, kissing her.
There was a momentary resistance before I felt the warmth of her mouth relax to my pressure. The brief struggle was over as I found her tit in my hand and squeezed the pointed nipple. She gasped into my mouth and then opened her lips to allow our tongues to entwine and her hand fell to my groin and stroked the outline of my cock. In our embrace I could feel her racing heartbeat. She was a bitch in heat and, having displayed her tits all day, was probably only minutes away from a vibrator, or perhaps the cucumber she'd bought with the veggies, being deep inside her if I hadn't turned up. I had another change of plan that would show longer-term benefits if I played it right.