Miss Patty

MISS PATTY

I'm Mitch. I have a four-year-old daughter, who is in pre-school. My wife and I were separated, but we are polite to each other and take a mutual interest in our little girl's school.

My daughter's teacher was 'Miss Patty'. My wife and I had met her and we saw her frequently at parent-teacher conferences and we would take turns picking up our daughter at the end of the school day. Miss Patty was always there to make sure the kids were united with their parents.

Now, Miss Patty is a pretty woman, in her early twenties, with a pretty face and a sweet disposition. Her hair is light brown and tumbles down her back. She dresses conservatively, but there is no way to hide her attractive figure. Her breasts press out against her blouses and she has a thin waist with a well-proportioned ass. She typically wears dresses or pants so only her ankles and calves are visible, but I could see the outline of her thighs when she walked.

I was out drinking with my buddies one Friday night and we went into a restaurant/bar that we regularly patronize. We ordered beers and were sitting at the bar when I was surprised to see a woman who looked just like Miss Patty at the other end of the bar. I watched a guy try to make a move on her, but she quickly shut him down and sent him away with his tail between his legs. I didn't think she recognized me.

On the way back from the head, I stopped by and asked her, "Are you Miss Patty?"

She was surprised and said "Hello Mr. Willis."

"Please call me John." I said.

She said, "Please don't tell anyone you've seen me here. I could lose my job."

"My lips are sealed. I just wanted to say hello."

She said, "Thank you. Your daughter is really sweet; she's one of my favorites."

I had just planned to be polite, but she kept talking. "I hope you don't think I'm a bar girl or anything. I very seldom go out. I know Rick, who owns this place. He's a friend of my dad's. So, I feel comfortable coming here."

"I like the place. I've been coming here for a few months."

She laughed and said, "You always seemed like the stay-at home dad type."

"Me and my wife are separated."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Not as sorry as I am." I spent a few minutes outlining the nature of my relationship with my wife. "We seem to argue about little things and get on each other's nerves. One night, we had a big blow-up and I walked out. I've tried to convince her take me back, but she says she's not sure she loves me anymore." A real sob story. "I can be controlling and sometimes say things I regret."

Miss Patty was quietly listening and for some reason, I was in the mood to talk to someone. My buddies were no help. They'd give me all sorts of great advice like "Plenty of fish in the sea." Or "Just barge in and fuck her, that's what she needs."

I continued to talk with Patty and was enchanted by her pretty eyes. They captivated my attention. She had such a sparkling personality that it was fun just talking to her. That smile was beautiful.

She told me, "Sometimes, she picks up your daughter with another man. Is he a relative?"

"No. I know who you mean. He works with her. I have suspicions that they are more than just friends."

Patty said, "It appears so."

I had suspected that my wife was interested in a guy from her office. Hearing confirmation from Patty hurt.

She said, "I shouldn't have said anything. Parents affairs are none of my business."

I changed the subject and said, "I know you're not married. There must be someone in your life."

She said, "Nope. That's why I'm here. I was going with a guy until a month ago."

"I'm sorry; what happened?"

"Another woman happened. He lives about a hundred miles away and there is someone closer that he can play with." She paused. "He can get what he needs from her." Then added, "The bitch."

I laughed and said, "I hope you don't speak like that in front of little children."

She laughed too and said, "Sometimes it's tough keeping my cool with the little ones."

I smiled and said, "I wouldn't worry about him. You're young and attractive and you'll find someone better."

She laughed and said, "Well, my luck needs to change because I've been going with one asshole after another."

I said, "I notice your use of pronouns, bitch is a female pronoun and asshole is male."

She laughed again and said, "Don't forget douche bag and prick."

"I imagine there are other derogatory terms that are gender specific."

She said, "Don't start talking about gender bullshit. I hear enough of that in our training."

"Okay. Nothing more." I noticed her drink was low, so I asked, "Can I buy you another drink?"

She looked at me and said, "If you're trying to pick me up, forget it."

"I apologize. I just saw you here and wanted to say hello."

I stood to leave and she said, "Please don't go. I'm sorry; I could use some company. I still live with my mom and dad and my girlfriends are always busy so I don't have an adult to talk to after being with little kids all day."

I ordered the drink and suggested we take one of the booths in the restaurant. I waved goodbye to my buddies and went to sit with Miss Patty.

We sat and talked for two hours. I learned a lot about her and told her some of my history. I was only six years older than her. We had gone to rival universities. The more we talked, the more enchanted I became. She was so bright positive in her outlook and we had some common interests. We both liked dogs and hated cats. She liked to hike and was into photography. I just liked her a lot.

She was drunk and so was I. We shared an Uber, dropping her off first. I got her number, which implied that we would see each other again.

I asked her out to dinner the next Friday night. When I picked her up, I was delighted to see her. She was stunning, not the innocent teacher look, but the look of a very attractive young woman. She wore a skirt with a slit in the front that exposed her legs when she walked or sat with her legs crossed. Her blouse was low-cut, revealing the smooth tops of her ample breasts. Her hair was tied up and she wore dangling earrings that accented her pretty face. And those pretty brown eyes were just enchanting.

We had a good time at dinner and it came time to take her home. We walked out of the restaurant and when we got to my parked car, I turned her toward me and kissed her. She responded passionately, wrapping her arms around my neck. We locked lips for quite a while with people walking by. Being seen didn't seem to bother her, in fact, her passion increased when someone was near us.

I asked, "Would you like to come by my place for a nightcap."

She paused and said, "Okay, if you promise you're not going to try to screw me."

I said, "Only if you make the same promise. Just because I'm separated and emotionally vulnerable, doesn't mean I'm easy."

She laughed and said, "Oh no. I promise not to take advantage of you."

I said, "I promise not to do anything you don't want, ever."

She nodded and smiled.

Then, I said, "I need some help with my colors and numbers."

She laughed and said, "I'll bet you can count to two." She pushed her breasts toward me.

We went to my apartment and I got a soda for her (I had no wine in the house, dummy) while she freshened up in the bathroom.

When she returned, I pulled her to me and we kissed. We sat on the couch. I turned on the TV, but we didn't watch it. We were mutually engaged in passionate kissing. My hands roamed over her back.

She said, "Let's work on your colors and numbers." And directed me to look into her eyes. "How many eyes do I have?"

I counted, "One, two."

"What color are they?"

"Brown."

"Very good. What color is my hair?"

"It's brown too."

"No, it's hazel."

I said, "I only learned the eight colors in my crayon box."

She laughed and unclipping her hair, "Hazel." She shook her hair loose; it fell onto her shoulders.

"Aren't Chipmunks hazel colored?"

"Do you think I look like a chipmunk?" She bucked her teeth out.

I said, "You're the prettiest chipmunk I've ever seen."

We resumed our embrace and kissing. After about half an hour, I took a chance and slid my hand up under the back of her blouse and unhooked her bra. She didn't object, so I continued, eventually moving my hand under the front of her blouse and fondling one of her breasts. Her nipples were stiff little nubs that intrigued me. She pulled her blouse over her head and exposed her pretty chest to my touch and my kisses. I enjoyed sucking on her little nibs. Her areolas were light pink on her pale breasts. To summarize, she had fantastic tits. I pulled off my shirt too.

She asked, "How many breasts do I have?"

I kissed each one as I counted, "One, two." Then I said, "And they are pink."

"That color isn't in the crayon box."

"No, but it's my favorite."

I kissed her breasts again, lightly biting her precious nipples.

We took a break, not bothering to restore any removed clothing. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her tits rivaled her alluring eyes for my attention. She knew what she had and seemed to enjoy flaunting her pretty body. I could tell she liked me looking at her.

I asked her if she wanted for me to take her home and she said, "Not yet." Then she added, "I'm off tomorrow." I took encouragement from that.

Now, neither of us were virgins, but I didn't want to take things too fast. I respected her and didn't want to seem like a typically horny male, although I actually was.

She took things to the next level when she stood before me and removed her skirt. She was wearing the sexiest pair of panties, with lace around the waist. I could see the dark image of her bush through her thin underpants. Her stockings came above her knees, leaving her thighs bare.

She sat beside me on the couch, and I slowly finished undressing her. I pulled one of her stockings down her leg, slowly, caressing her soft skin. I finally pulled it off her foot and kissed the sole of her foot. Then I took each of her toes in my mouth. With her foot raised, I could see the crotch of her panties getting wet. I moved my lips along her inner thigh, amazed at how soft she was. I moved up her leg, closer to her crotch. I nuzzled the soft flesh in the little dimple between her thigh and her pussy, but I didn't touch her panties. The way she was sitting, giving me unfettered access, I knew she wouldn't object if I put my lips on her panty covered pussy.

Then, I did the other leg, the same way. I became intimately familiar with every inch of her legs and her pretty feet. Her skin was so soft, so delicate. She was rubbing her fingers through my hair while I caressed her body with my lips.

I moved back up her leg, getting closer to her pussy and finally put my nose against the front panel of her panties. I could smell her scent, a mixture of her aroused pussy, her perfume and the lotion she put on her skin. It was intoxicating. I was so horny that my dick hurt, but I was patient.

She lifted her hips, inviting me to remove her panties. I took the sides of the tiny garment and slowly revealed the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen, at least it seemed so at the time. She had a nice patch of pubic hair that was spread around her crotch.

"Hazel." I said as I rubbed my nose through her bush.

I was fascinated with her pussy. She had a full, untrimmed bush and thin lips with a strip of glistening pink flesh between them. I pulled her panties lower. When she lifted a foot to assist me in stripping her, more of her feminine treasures came into view.

Miss Patty said, "This isn't a typical parent teacher conference."

I laughed, "Oh, really?"

I kept her legs apart and moved my face into her crotch.

She said, "You don't have to do that."

I said, "I want to do it more than anything in the world."

She said, "My boyfriend said it was gross."

I said, "Then, he's a fool."

I pressed my lips into the gap between her lips and found her clitoris. When I sucked on it, she arched her back and immediately shrieked in ecstasy. I eagerly explored all of her pussy with my lips, tongue and fingers. I swirled my tongue around the opening to her vagina and tasted the wonderful nectar that was pouring out of her. She spread herself open for me and put her hands on my head to keep me in place. I wasn't going anywhere. I proceeded to bring her off. She spasmed and jerked as her entire body felt the power of her orgasm. Her back arched; her toes curled in extreme pleasure. I knew it was new for her. Whoever had been with her before had missed out on the wonderful experience of eating Miss Patty's pussy.

As she recovered from her orgasm, I gave her a break.

She said, "Nobody has ever done that to me before. That was fantastic. I never knew I could come so hard."

Then she said, "That thing I said about not screwing me. Forget it."

We walked into the bedroom. I shed my remaining clothes as I followed her, admiring her shapely figure. Her ass cheeks wiggled like two cats fighting in a pillowcase. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with her every movement. She let her hair fall loose over her shoulders. By the time I got to the bedroom, she had pulled down the covers and was waiting for me, wonderfully naked.

We kissed and she reached down to grab my penis. She gripped it, feeling its hardness, realizing that I was hard because of her.

She stroked my dick and said, "One." Then, she cupped my balls and said, "One, two."

She directed my prick into her crotch, aiming the tip at the entrance to her vagina. She looked at me with those wonderful eyes as I pushed forward. My cock broached the opening to her vagina and slid into her. She smiled at me, a beautiful smile. I knew I was falling in love with this woman. My cock slid farther into her, finally our pelvises met. I was all the way home. I commenced a rhythmic motion, gently making love to her.

She looked at me and we kissed. She said, "Come inside me. I'm on the pill."

"Are you sure."

She giggled and said, "Yes. I'm sure I'm on the pill and yes, I'm sure I want you to come inside me."

I increased the pace, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her vagina wrapped around my cock. It's the most enjoyable feeling there is. She could sense my pending ejaculation and she began to build to another orgasm herself. We achieved the objective of both coming at about the same time. When I released my cum into her dark recesses, her orgasm burst over her. I kissed her as my dick emptied into her. She was wonderful.

I rolled to the side and said, "One."

She asked, "How high can you count?"

She stayed the night and we did it twice more (two and three). She woke me in the middle of the night with my cock in her mouth and then we did it again in the morning. When I rolled off her, I said, "Four."

We had lunch after spending the morning in bed. She invited me to come with her on some errands. She had to purchase some things for her school. We did the shopping and stopped by the school in the afternoon. Nobody was there. The building was locked-up tight and they were in a nice neighborhood and didn't need a security guard.

I followed her into the classroom and helped bring the supplies in from my car. I was looking at some of the artwork on the wall, wondering which of the finger-paintings had been done by my daughter Megan. She showed me some of my precious daughter's work and we joked about her having a future as an artist. I said she might be a Rembrandt, but Patty said "No, Jackson Pollock".

I said, "Fingerpainting was my favorite subject. I think I got a 'B'."

She said, "Let's see if you still can do it."

"I'm very nervous. It's been years and I don't know if I can. I get stressed out."

"I'll help you." She put her hand on mine.

We sat at a little table, squatting down onto the little-kid chairs. Patty had a piece of paper. She opened a few jars and began to draw with the finger paint. She drew some stick figures and did one with a heart. I put our initials in the heart.

I was distracted by her; she was so beautiful. Her eyes sparkled and her nose was so cute. I dabbed a bit of blue finger-paint on the tip of her nose. She just looked at me. I thought the paint made her look cute. I put a dab on each of her cheeks, rubbing it into little circles.

She took some yellow paint and put stripes on my forehead, chin and cheeks, saying I looked like an Indian brave. I leaned over and kissed her and we moved to sit on the floor. She laid back with me holding her, looking down at her intoxicating eyes. I took more of the paint and put some on her chest, painting her down between the cleavage of her buttoned blouse, making little patterns. I undid two of the buttons and added more paint to her chest. She was just lying there, letting me have my way. I undid more of her blouse, unbuttoning down below her bra. I made some wavy lines across her belly and then put a dab into her cute little navel. I finished with the blouse and pulled the hem from her jeans. I opened the top of her jeans and traced my paint-covered fingers down to the top of her panties. I lifted her panties to reveal the top of her bush. I said, "Hazel." She just looked at me with a dreamy look in her eyes.

I pulled her jeans down her legs to below her knees. She helped by tugging them lower and freeing one of her feet. I took her foot and removed her sock. I put yellow paint on the sole of her foot and painted her toenails with blue paint.

Then, I removed her jeans and her other sock and shoe. Her creamy thighs beckoned me and I put my lips on her tender skin. I pulled her panties away, exposing her little tuft of pubic hair. I was getting paint on her white panties, of course, but neither of us cared.

She pulled my shirt over my head and I undid her bra. She began to trace designs on my chest, coating my nipples with yellow paint while I dabbed more blue paint onto her chest. I painted circles around the edges of her areolas and then put a dab of blue onto each nipple. I counted, "One, two."

She told me, "We teach the kids about colors and how mixing blue and yellow makes green. We embraced, rubbing our chests together, mixing the two colors of paint. We sat back and saw that indeed; we were making green from the blue and yellow. We were a mess, covered with the slimy fingerpaint.

She pulled my pants down and proceeded to suck my dick. Her mouth was wonderfully warm. She was being careful not to get paint on it, but she coated my balls with yellow paint as she fondled them in her hands.

As she pressed her lips around my dick, she paused and said, "My boyfriend said I wasn't very good at doing this."

What a fool. I told her she was fantastic and that she would get better with practice.

She said, "I so much want to finger-paint your prick, but I don't want to get the paint inside me."

"Isn't it water soluble?" I asked.

She said, "I wonder if it's cum-soluble too?"

I pushed her back and slid my cock into her warm, inviting opening. The warmth in her pelvis was amazing, as if her pussy was a space-heater or something. We kissed, messing the paint on our faces and feeling the slimy stuff between our breasts. Everywhere I touched her became smeared with paint. There were hand prints on both of her ass cheeks and she had coated my back with streaks of yellow paint. She rubbed her hands over my head, mixing green into my brown hair. I lifted onto my arms and looked down at her chest, mottled with blue, green and yellow paint with her hard little nipples covered in blue.

Our passion increased and my hips moved faster. I saw her face contort in ecstasy and felt her body tense. I felt the buildup and then the sudden release of my semen into Patty's wonderful vagina. Her inner muscles were milking the last bits of cum from my cock. I kissed her tenderly and told her she was wonderful.