You’re the wood shop and science teacher at our high school. I’m the librarian. I love my job, especially on the days you pay a visit. You came in my first week working here. Introduced yourself and expressed your love of reading and how you would visit to check some books out from time to time. Your eyes caught my attention. A very bright blue in your tan features. And dark beard stubble that looked liked it would feel deliciously rough when rubbed on my hot sensitive skin. You were attractive? But what made my pussy wet was when we discussed books. We had such similar likes and dislikes. We spoke for about 30 minutes or so before the first bell that day.
You would come back often and we would talk about a variety of things. But we would talk and discuss our books more often than not. I would enjoy my little encounters. Brushing knees or elbows at meetings or gatherings. We would gravitate toward one another. You always smelled so wonderful. I wanted to grab you by your shirt and bury myself in you. I would keep my distance. You’re married. I never wanted to cross an unwanted line with you. If friendship was all I could enjoy, then that is what I would be happy with.
Until you came to me in the book storage room. It was a short day and students had gone home several hours prior. You were starting a new unit and needed the texts for it. One minute we were discussing how many and when, and it had gotten quiet. I looked up and you made a sound I can’t put a name to. You were tall, so my head was tilted back and then the light was blocked out by you. You were kissing me. And it all happened so fast I really wonder if it was just imagination. I felt your hands all over me. Your kisses were trails of fire on me. I fell to my knees and undid your fly. You were ready and I marveled at your cocks stance. So hard. Your veins popping through your skin that was so velvety and soft on my palm and fingertips. Your corona shroomed out so nicely and curling around on the underside to make a cute heart shape. I rubbed there, feeling the soft ridges on my tongue. You moaned low. I was excited and you tasted soooo good. I alternate between my mouth and my hands. I want you to feel how good you feel to me. You’re so hard, your skin tight. I squeeze you as I stroke, “milking” drops of precum from you. My tongue pokes out and greedily licks them up. You’re thick but I manage to fit you and my throat opened gloriously for you. I feel you hands grab my head. You fuck my face. Slowly at first picking up the pace. Slowing when you feel I need a moment. My sip and hour precum drip down my chin. I’m smiling. I can feel how wet I am. I start to wiggle, I can’t sit still…
“Jen? Where are you? Mr. Koffee is looking for you.” We both jump at the static and crackle of the walkietalkie. It was the secretary. We stood quickly and tried the best we could to collect ourselves. As we were walking out the door to go next door to the library you grab my arm and say, “We will finish this.”
That was this afternoon. I’m at home in bed now. My fingers playing on my clit. My dildo, a poor excuse for you, I move it in and out of my pussy. I close my eyes remember your taste, the sounds of your moans, your eyes looking down on me. And your words that bounce around in my head right now… we will finish this…