"I want to eat something sweet and juicy to fill me up. How about you Dorion? ... Dorion," Mrs. Waltz asked.

I shook my head and snapped back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm hungry too," I replied. 

I had been staring at the breasts of a woman old enough to be my grandmother, Mrs. Waltz.

"Your mother wants to know what you want from the Mexican restaurant," she continued.

"Just tell her I'll have my usual," I replied.

I was at the local elementary school helping my mom and another teacher, Mrs. Waltz, pack up for the year.

This wasn't the first time I had helped them at the school. But this was the first time Mrs. Waltz and I had been left alone; my mom leaving to pick us up some lunch. I started scanning her up and down, examining her body. For a woman of sixty-eight years old, she still had her looks. Standing five foot eight with long gray hair, dark brown eyes, large breasts, and thick legs. I was staring at her large double D breasts and that nice ass. I stand about six foot five. Brown eyes brown hair. With a muscular frame at two hundred forty pounds.

Mrs. Waltz had always dressed rather conservatively, being a school teacher and all. But I noticed an essence about her that day. She was wearing a t-shirt and leggings that made her ass look as firm as a woman half her age. I tried my best not to be caught staring. 

"Thank you so much, Dorion, for helping your mother and I," she said.

"No problem, Mrs. Waltz, I know the janitors are busy and you needed help packing the classroom. Did my mom say when she was gonna be back?" I asked.

"Well she just placed the order and it's about a ten-minute drive both ways so we've got some time to waste," Mrs. Waltz replied.

"I'm starving from all this work and just need to be filled up," Mrs. Waltz said seductively.

"Oh!" I raised my eyebrows. Is she flirting with me? No, she's just making conversation, unless?

"Yeah, Mrs. Waltz you're right. I'm hungry as well," I said.

"Tell me, Dorion, what did you order?" she asked.

"Oh, I ordered a steak burrito. All the toppings, it's so good. What about you?" I replied.

"Oh, I told your mom to get me my usual. It's pineapple chicken over seasoned rice with a tortilla. The chicken is sweet and juicy. I love the taste of it in my mouth," she sneered.

Okay, she's up to something. I wondered how this would play out. As we put some boxes on the cart to take them to her car, Mrs. Waltz brushed against me with her large breasts grazing my arm and side. I started to get hard right there. I turned to look at her smiling shooting me a seductive wink. 

"I'm gonna bring the cart out. Is there anything you want on here this trip?" I asked.

"Well, can you help me take these posters off the wall? We'll be getting new ones next year," she said with a purr in her voice.

I watched as Mrs. Waltz climbed a step ladder to remove the posters.

"Can you hold me steady, Dorion? I'd hate to fall," she asked.

"Sure thing," I replied.

I put the last box down and went to help Mrs. Waltz.

"Can put your hand on my back for balance?" Mrs. Waltz asked.

"Here?" I asked. I put my hand on the middle of her back.

"A little lower, I don't want to fall," she said with a smile. 

I moved my hand down to the small of her back reassuring her. While she was removing the posters I couldn't help but smell her perfume. A sweet fruity scent that I inhaled with every passing. I leaned in closer almost pressing my face into her ass. I leaned back to regroup. After she finished taking down the last poster, I offered my hand to assist her coming down.

"Such a gentleman. Your mother taught you well," she said looking into my eyes.

She patted my face and kissed my cheek, a little close to my mouth before stepping down. Mrs. Waltz then walked to her desk and sat in her chair taking a breather.

"Oh, these bones aren't what they used to be. Dorion, be a dear and rub my shoulders," she said.

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

I began rubbing her shoulders trying to ease the tension.

"Oh, that feels nice. You have magic in your hands," she said thankfully.

I turn her chair around and kneel taking her shoes off.

"Oh, a foot massage as well. You're spoiling me, you naughty boy," she teased.

"I'm just trying to make you feel good Mrs. Waltz," I said with a smile.

"Is that so?" she asked.

She began rubbing her foot over my crotch feeling my hard-on.

"Is that my doing?" she said quizzically.

"Would you be offended if I said yes?" I replied.

"Heavens no, dear, but I'm surprised a woman my age would have that effect on a young man," she said shyly.

"You have me hard as steel, Mrs. Waltz, you're beautiful," I replied.

"Oh, silly boy, making an old woman blush. If I was half my age I'd show you my appreciation," she said in return.

"You don't need to be half your age. I like the way you are now," I replied.

"Oh, don't tease me, Dorion," Mrs. Waltz replied and started to blush.

I stand up and place Mrs. Waltz's hand on my crotch.

"Let me show you how serious I am," I said aggressively.

I stood Mrs. Waltz up and sat her on her desk. I pulled her leggings down, knelt, and began feasting on her pussy. The massage must have aroused her because she was soaking wet. I glided my tongue over her folds and kissed her puffy lips. Moving up, I began my assault on her clit putting two fingers in as I began.

"Oh God, Dorion that...feels...so...good. Jesus Christ! You're a wizard with your tongue," she struggled to speak.

"You think so, then you're gonna love this," I said while feasting on her.

In that moment, I moved away from her clit and began tonguing her ass. She tasted so sweet I wanted to drink all her juices. I could feel her shaking above me. Dying to release onto my face. I began fingering harder as I ate her ass. 

"I'm Cumming! Oh My God! I'm Cumming, Fuck!" Mrs. Waltz screamed in pleasure.

"Cum for me, Mrs. Waltz, cum on my face," I said.

With that, she shuddered almost sliding off the desk. I caught her and helped her sit in her chair.

Catching her breath, she panted, "I... haven't... cum... like... that... in... years," she barely spoke.

I kissed her neck softly and replied.

"Well, if you want, it can be a regular thing. You still have to pack up and I'm free this weekend," I said sweetly.

I kissed her letting her taste herself on my face, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She rubbed my crotch feeling how hard I still was.

"Your turn," she said looking up at me.

Right as she unbuckled my belt we heard footsteps and a radio.

"Shit!" we said in unison.

To be continued...