Many, thanks to Sandi3743. Without you, I wouldn't have finished, actually, I wouldn't have started. Your comments and editing skills are very much appreciated.
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Sunday evening
This was the first day of her vacation and Vickie was exhausted as she was finally able to sit in her window seat near the rear of the plane. If only she didn't leave everything until the last moment. The packing, the letters she wrote, the arrangements that she thought were necessary all because of this vacation.
Vickie knew that she was not the same person that she was in September. She realized that she was playing a dangerous game, a game that could cause her considerable embarrassment, a course of action that could cost her job, her reputation, maybe even her freedom.
But Vickie couldn't help herself. She was changed and she enjoyed her new found life but she knew that her teaching career would probably end. In one of her bags was a letter that she would send to the superintendent of schools explaining her resignation from her position. It was a total lie about leaving for sick family but she felt that she might need a way out. She waited to mail it because she loved teaching, she loved the molding of young lives, she loved her students, which was the reason why she had to resign. Students talked, students bragged, students gloated and that would be her demise.
She left her landlord an extra month's rent, placing it along with a note on the small table in her apartment. He'd find it in a couple of weeks when he didn't hear from her. She wasn't sure why she was doing this but the planning made her feel better, even if she didn't know where she would go or what she would do.
She planned on paying all her bills. Vickie wasn't one to shirk her responsibility; she was just horny, so very, very aroused at the thought of this island vacation with her senior class.
The flight was a red eye and thankfully only about half full. When the flight attendant announced that they were ready for pushback, Vickie did as instructed and fastened her seatbelt and took notice of her surroundings. Only one other person sat in her three-seat section. A man sat in the aisle seat, leaving a comfortable emptiness between them.
Vickie stared out the small window, watching her world get smaller and smaller and thought about the school year. She never felt so alive before, so aware of her body and its needs, never so excited. She thought of her life before this year and what a recluse she was becoming, until SIX, Dave, awakened her dormant desires.
He awakened her to new feelings, new experiences, new sensations and he was a very capable teacher. Vickie had never touched a man before but because of Dave, she knew how to use her hands on a man. Thoughts of stroking him fueled her thoughts. She liked the feel of his hardness in her hand, her hand giving him pleasure, the look on his face when he climaxed, the feel of the warmth of his seed as it covered her hand.
She had never used her mouth before but now she was amazed at how much she liked having a man's cock in her mouth; the smell, the taste, the anticipation when he would explode and fill her mouth with his cum. She could almost taste him now.
The flight was filled with these thoughts, of her experiences. The Vickie of September would never dream of desiring another female but the Vickie of today thought of Mary Ellen, Veronica, Nicole, even Pam and how they seemed to control her. She thought of the nights she and Mary Ellen spent in bed, naked, touching each other, fingering each other. The way Veronica teased her, the way she allowed Nicole to take pictures of her naked chest.
Vickie had experienced so many new things but she knew that she had one big sensation yet to sample, intercourse; she wanted to get laid, to have a man inside her, to fuck. She even knew who would be her first. It had to be Dave, just had to be. She just didn't know how it would come about but she knew it would happen on this vacation.
The constant hum of the airliner's engine seemed to be hypnotic as Vickie thought back. She couldn't believe how she almost totally exposed herself to that group at the mall, how Pam gave her sexy clothes to try at the store and how she liked modeling them to gawking strangers.
"Ma'am, ma'am..."
Vickie's head turned and realized the cute attendant was holding a blanket in her outstretched hand, offering it to her.
Then Vickie realized that her own hand was jammed down the front of her slacks.
She looked at the attendant, horrified that she was caught touching herself. Horrified that the male passenger in her row was staring at her.
"Ma'am, it's okay, here, cover yourself. It's a long flight, enjoy."
Vickie took the blanket and spread it over herself, and once covered she put her hand back down inside her clothing. She continued to finger her excited sex, but instead of looking out the window, she stared at the man.
He just watched and Vickie wondered why he didn't move closer to her. She continued to pleasure herself, knowing she was acting like a slut as she stared at him. She was mentally begging him to replace her hand with his, trying to send telepathic messages to him that it would be okay to touch her, to finger her but he just watched until she finally climaxed. Vickie closed her eyes and didn't open them until she felt the plane's descent.
Once the plane had stopped, the signal was given that it was safe to unbuckle. The passengers in the rear of the plane stayed seated as the front disembarked first.
Her seat mate turned and smiled at her and she returned one in kind, almost telling him that he missed his opportunity and wondering what his cock would feel like between her lips.
He got her overhead bag for her and Vickie slowly followed the queue to exit the plane and begin her new adventure.
Early Monday morning
Vickie was in a taxi headed to her hotel. She couldn't appreciate the true beauty of the island because of the darkness but the warmth of the tropical evening took the edge off of the colder climate that her body was accustomed to.
She checked into the hotel and her planned short nap turned into a much needed sleep.
She awoke a little after noon, island time.
This was the first true vacation for Vickie and she was unsure of proper island attire. She unpacked, eyeing each article of clothing to determine if it was appropriate. She was thankful that she brought some conservative clothes. When she finished unpacking, Vickie donned a pair of shorts and a top. She examined herself in the bathroom mirror and determined that she was dressed very conservatively. Pam would not approve, she thought. She headed out her hotel room door, down the elevator in search of her vacationing students.
No one gave her so much as a glance as she strode throughout the hotel lobby and finally the outside patio. Most, if not all of the women wore very little clothing. Vickie had never seen so much cleavage, side breast views, tanned bottoms with a thin thong that did a poor job of covering the firm asses of the vacationing females. Vickie felt overdressed but continued her search for her students, who were also at this hotel.
The lush hotel had two huge pools, one in the shape of a heart. That's where Vickie spotted Mary Ellen. She almost missed her due to the number of boys surrounding her. Vickie walked closer but she wanted to observe the scene before she was spotted.
Mary Ellen was barely visible but she stood and was in the middle of at least five boys. Vickie only recognized Joey; the other boys were strangers but Vickie assumed that they were also tourists since most islanders would not venture onto Hotel grounds unless they worked at the hotel.
Vickie was dying to see what Mary Ellen was wearing and thought back to those days in the classroom when Mary Ellen would purposely leave the front of her blouse open knowing the boys could see her chest. She actually sighed as she remembered the feel and taste of those incredible breasts. Tits, Vickie corrected herself, Mary Ellen wanted her teacher to call them tits. She wondered just how much of her student's tits were visible right now.
She Spotted Veronica and as usual, James was close by, but at least his hand wasn't between her legs as it usually was in class.
She spotted Nicole lounging by the pool and of course she had on that familiar necklace. A boy sat upright on each side, facing the prone girl. Vickie got a little envious as the boys stared at her ample cleavage that was barely contained in her skimpy top, the necklace snuggling between her breasts.
She then saw Jose and Brian floating on a raft in the pool, and then Elona walking towards the diving board. Vickie watched the girl, never really appreciating the slim girl's tall, compact body and her proud breasts before today. Elona dove into the pool and Vickie noticed more than a few boys watching her.
Tommy sat with his feet dangling into the pool and it appeared that he was even more lonely here than he was in school.
She kept looking for Dave, SIX, the student that was responsible for her change, but Vickie couldn't find him.
