An afternoon at the cinema becomes even more exciting
OK folks, me again, and this experience will need a bit of context, so bear with me. Again, I'm Bob, currently single, but once married to a woman that didn't like being faithful to me. I should talk, I love some strange pussy. So, we got divorced and she got custody of our son, Zack.
About a month back, my ex called and advised me that she was being sent to another office for 6-8 weeks, possibly longer, and I needed to take care of Zack full time. OK by me, I thought. Zack is a pretty cool kid.
His mother and he lived about an hour away, so with Zack coming to live with me, I made some calls and asked some neighbors (mostly married women) where I should take Zack to so he can start school.
I made some calls to the district office and the school principal and made arrangements to stop by and meet the principal and his new teacher. It was in the afternoon after school was out for the day.
The principal was a woman and we chatted for several minutes and I gave her all the details on Zack's past schooling, etc.
"OK, Mr. Bryant," she said, "I think I have an idea as to Zack's past schooling. I think that we have an excellent teacher that can work Zack into her class. I'll phone her room and let her know we are on the way."
When we got to the classroom, the name tag on the door said, "Mrs. Boyd."
As we entered Mrs. Boyd's classroom, I was a bit taken aback. Mrs. Boyd was the hottie that I had fucked at the movie theater less than two weeks earlier. Awkward to say the least.
The principal introduced us, "This is Zack and his father, Mr. Bryant."
When she looked over at me, I knew immediately that she recognized me. Since we were in her professional arena, I was not going to make it more uncomfortable for her in front of Zack and the principal.
She extended her hand and said, Nice to meet you, Mr. Bryant."
"Nice to meet you too. Mrs. Boyd," I said.
The principal, Mrs. Boyd, and I discuss Zack's background. I didn't recall any of the conversations, but my mind, and my eyes, were lingering over Mrs. Boyd's body. She was dressed professionally, skirt not too short, falling just above the knee. Her blouse was not too tight, but my memory recalled the fullness of those tits hidden beneath. Was she wearing that sheer bra that unclasped in the front?
My cock started to respond to my memories of the past encounter with Mrs. Boyd. Her shaved, moist pussy that I fingered. Her eager mouth that sucked my cock. Her tight, smooth, clenching cunt that eagerly accepted my cock. Her intense orgasm.
Thankfully, the principal finished up the discussions and we left Mrs. Boyd in her classroom. We left understanding that there would be a parent/teacher conference in two weeks where we could discuss Zack's progress in his new environment. I was anxious to be able to chat with Mrs. Boyd about Zack, but also to start the ball rolling to fuck her again!
Every day after Zack started school, I got a note from Mrs. Boyd in the form of a brief email advising me of the pluses and minuses of his performance and adjusting to the new situation. She also advised me that she had scheduled our meeting for the last of the evening and hoped that the time wouldn't present any problems. "I had to schedule you for the last opening of the evening. I hope you hadn't made any plans for that date, such as seeing a movie or something more exciting," she wrote in one of the final emails prior to the date.
When the day arrived, I had a difficult time concentrating at work. Was there a spark there? Did she realize it was me at the theater? Is there any way to rekindle the sexual intensity of that experience? Hell, I want some more of her eager, tight pussy.
Arriving a bit early, I waited outside Mrs. Boyd's classroom. I could hear voices inside and I assumed it was the parents of one of her other students. It all sounded very professional, not at all what I am hoping for. Oh, I love my son, and I want him to be successful at school, but God, his teacher makes my cock hard thinking about those tits, and the way she responded to my cock fucking her cunt.
When the other couple left, she smiled at me and said, "Nice to see you again, Mr. Bryant." She flushed a bit when she started the conversation.
We entered the room and she closed the door behind us. She started very professionally explaining to me the units the children were studying and how much progress Zack had made and the number of other children that he has made friends with. "He is a typical boy, so he is a handful."
"He gets that from me," I said.
She blushed and I knew she was thinking about our earlier quickie.
"Let's get to the elephant in the room," I boldly said. "We have a history that I enjoyed, and I hope you enjoyed as well."
"I think you are beautiful; I don't know what kind of woman you are, but I want to find out," I said.
"I've already told you that I am married," she said.
"Yes, yes you did," I replied, "but there are a lot of married women out there, and not all remain 100% true to their husbands. Just ask my ex-wife," I said.
"So, you think I am one that might not be 100% faithful? What made you come to that conclusion" she asked?
"Taking a look at you, I am sure, that even with your continued attempts to dress and act professionally at work, your body sends out signals of the joys that await, that any number of men have come on to you," I said. "You just look like the kind of woman men lust after. I am only human beautiful." "Your relationship with your husband is a whole other matter. I am not looking to take you away from him. I am only looking to enjoy fucking you."
"What happened between us was wonderful and exciting. I respect you and your privacy and professionalism and I would never say anything to anyone about our past. But seeing you here made me think that I have to enjoy you again," I said.
After that, she didn't say a word as I stood up, walked over to the door, opened it, and turned off the lights. "Shall we," I said, motioning to the door.
She didn't say a word, but she walked to her desk, gathered her things, and walked to the door. I hadn't said a single word, but my body knew what to do.