Hi there! It's me the horny second grade teacher again. Oh, you don't think second grade teachers should be horny sluts? Why not, we're just like you and the rest of your horny, nasty friends. Yes we're nice sweet young ladies in the classroom, but after we leave the classroom, we can be just as slutty as anyone else.
Now you probably have already read the first two chapters of my story about how I got to know Lynn Basconi, the superintendent of our school district, who turned out to be almost as much of a horny slut as me, and her very sexy husband, Richard, and how after we all watched each other masturbate and then Lynn and I had some really hot phone sex, they invited me to a party that I was pretty sure (well, at least really hoped) was going to be an orgy. Now if you haven't read them, that sentence will probably tell you enough so you won't get lost in this story (assuming you didn't get lost in the sentence), but you really ought to go back and read the first two chapters because, in my humble opinion, they are pretty hot, and I think you will enjoy them and especially enjoy what you are doing while you read them, if you know what I mean. What? Now don't tell me you don't do that when you read these stories. I'm not Dickens or some other highbrow boring author. Enjoy!
I got up on Saturday, the day of the party, and went for my usual morning run. I am not sure how far I ran, because I was thinking about the party. I was wondering if it was going to be another dull affair like I had been to the night before at my parents' house or maybe it was going to be an orgy. Knowing the Basconis, an orgy seemed more likely. "Cool, I've never been to an orgy!" I thought as I finished my run.
As I showered, I rubbed my soapy tits and tweaked my nipples, but I resisted the temptation to play with my pussy and my clit. I had decided that I was not going to get myself off all day, so that I was in the right mood for the party. I finished my shower by shaving my pussy so it was nice and clean. I didn't want anyone getting prickled by stubble when they were eating me later this evening. I didn't know for sure that would happen, but I had high hopes.
I wandered around the house naked for a while and then decided to go shopping—you know, with no underwear, where the objective isn't to buy things, but to titillate myself by speculating about how many people can figure out that I am not properly dressed.
I will save the description of that day's shopping trip for another story. Suffice it to say that I complied with my vow not to get off that day, but there were some other people that I met who certainly didn't. Then again they probably hadn't made a vow not to have sex that day—as most folks don't.
I arrived at Basconis' high-rise a few minutes late. Parking turned out to be more difficult than I had imagined. I was wearing one of my cute little teacher outfits that I wore to school most days, except I had added three-inch heels to make my legs look extra sexy and, of course, I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. As I rode up the elevator, I unbuttoned another button on my blouse to make sure that anyone who wanted to could get a good look at my tits. I could feel a tingle in my nipples, which had gotten hard as I walked from the car to the apartment (actually they had been hard most of the day), and there was a glow from my pussy that was warming my whole body.
I rang the doorbell on the Basconis' apartment and waited for someone to answer. I was in an odd combination of nervous, because I was going to a party with some people I had never met, and horny, because I had been thinking about how sexy Richard Basconi's cock was when it got hard. Eventually the door opened. It was Lynn, wearing a fishnet top with about a one- or two-inch weave, which did absolutely nothing to hide her big soft tits. Like me she had on high heels to accentuate her striking legs, but her skirt was a very short, tight, black leather number—kind of kinky. Not at all like what I am sure she wore to work each day.
"Oh, I am so glad you could make it," she said as I walked in. "Some of our sexiest friends are here tonight, and I am sure you are going to enjoy them, if you know what I mean."
"Okay, that means an orgy," I thought as I followed her down the hall. My nipples stiffened further at that thought.
As we walked, she asked, "Well, were you a good girl yesterday, and did you focus on taking care of the second graders all day instead of on sex?"
"Absolutely," I said, "except for lunch hour, when I went over to the park to eat my sandwich, and then I thought about how hot it was when I met you and Richard a couple of weeks ago and we came back here to fool around."
"So were your panties wet when you went back to teaching?" she asked.
I giggled, thinking about how I nearly left them in the park when the dirty old man almost caught me masturbating. Finally I said, "They would have been if I had worn any." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it left out the most interesting details, like the fact that my panties were stuffed in my lunch sack along with my half eaten lunch all afternoon and, oh yes, the fact that I had been masturbating in the park when my boss showed up.
"Oh, you naughty girl. You went to teach the second graders without panties on?"
"Sure, they don't pay attention to that kind of thing. What were you wearing at work on Friday?"
Lynn laughed. "Well, I started out in my usual conservative outfit, with the underwear, but somehow the panties got lost during the day."
"Was that because you were playing with your pussy while you read porn on your computer?" I asked.
She giggled, but before she could answer, a tall dark man emerged from a door off the hallway. He was very trim with a dark, closely cropped beard and he wore a red turban and a white garment that looked like a Nehru jacket but which went down to his shins.
"Oh, Lawrence," Lynn said, "I want you to meet our friend Linda. She tells me that she actually spent all day Friday teaching a group of second graders without a moment's thought about sex."
That wasn't quite what I had told her and it wasn't even remotely close to the truth, but, "Oh well. Who cares," I thought.
Lawrence took my hand and stroked it with the softest touch I have ever felt from a man. "If he could do that to my hand, what could he do with my breasts or my pussy?" I was thinking.
"I am so pleased to meet you. Lynn has told my wife and me so much about you. Let me introduce you to Indira," he said, as he led me down the hall, continuing to caress my hand.
My mind was going a million miles an hour. Half of it was reveling in his gentle touch and speculating about what he had on under his long tunic (nothing I was sure, but perhaps that was wishful thinking) and the other part of my mind was speculating about what Lynn had told him and Indira about me. It couldn't have been anything I would want my mother to hear, because Lynn didn't know much about me except things I wouldn't want my mother to hear.
