I've been reading stories on Literotica.com for a couple of years and thoroughly enjoy them. If there is a story that I particular enjoy then I'll look up the details of the author and their other stories. One recent story that I enjoyed was "Carly in New York" by Teachgirl so I clicked onto her biography for more information.
You can imagine how shocked and stunned I was to see a photograph of my daughter's school teacher, Miss Simpson, as the accomplished author. Her photo was stunning and it made me thoroughly horny, combining her good looks with the erotic story I had just enjoyed. I had pictured fucking her during the story due to the great description of her exploits in New York. I leaned back in my high back chair looking at my monitor stroking my cock through my jeans as I pictured this gorgeous author teaching my little girl English, while in the evening writing erotic stories.
Over the next couple of weeks I looked at her photo each evening after my daughter went to bed. Being a single parent with a young girl it gives me time to spend evenings in front of the computer looking at porn and reading Literotica stories. Before readers huff & puff, it is cheaper than heading off down the bar drinking and leaving my kiddie home alone. There is a lock on the den door so Susie can't catch me out unannounced. I started to fantasise about young Miss Simpson; one afternoon after school Susie and I sat outside school in my pickup so she could point out Miss Simpson to me. When Miss Simpson emerged there was no mistaking her for matching the photo, and I was slightly ashamed to grow hard seeing her in real life; I was also very excited to see my favourite teacher. I was pleased that my thick jeans hid my hardness from my daughters view. I could hardly wait for Susie to head to bed that night as I needed relief, and that came soon after her bedtime with Miss Simpson's photo in half the screen and her story "Quarters" in the other half. A roll of kitchen paper towels was kept in a desk drawer for just such occasions.
In fact I think I became a bit infatuated with Miss Simpson by discreetly following her home one afternoon after arranging Susie's babysitter to collect Susie from school that afternoon. I even managed to get some photos of her on my new digital SLR camera with a telephoto lens. This gave me the opportunity to enlarge the photo on the screen so I could admire her cute face and even cuter figure. I now had the serious hots for Miss Simpson, and these were dangerous thoughts and desires for meeting her and enjoying myself.
It had been over five years since Susie's mother had abandoned both of us, citing the pressure of motherhood as her reason for leaving. Well over the next five plus years I have fully understood that in addition to holding down a full time job. My life has been totally devoted to Susie, wanting to provide enough love for two parents so that she does not feel that she is missing anything at all due to our single parent situation. This devotion has meant that I don't get out much as I don't have much spare money to be able to avoid a babysitter in addition to the costs of a night out in the hope of meeting some nice lady; let alone a nice lady that wants to take on a young girl as well. Sexual satisfaction has been the internet and my right hand. Some times I have contemplated the services of an escort but always bottled out when I start trying to put the money together. I then feel guilty of what long term benefits that hours worth of paid pleasure could provide Susie instead. Broadband internet and a kitchen roll is cheaper, less risky, but probably less satisfying than an escort.
One Friday Susie brought home a school newsletter saying that parents' night was coming up in two weeks. I had the opportunity to meet Miss Simpson, close up in the flesh. Now I had to find a way to chat to her and ask her out. Not only was she amazingly beautiful, but I had it in my mind that she was a sex kitten who probably fucked like a rabbit. That night I had the most amazing wank while I flicked through her photos on the screen.
Over the next two weeks I started talking to more women at work and while shopping to hone my conversation skills. Sorry, let be correct here .... to rediscover my conversation skills rather than hone them.
The week before parents' evening I shaved regularly, had a haircut, washed & ironed my best clothes and prepared myself for asking Miss Simpson out for dinner.
Friday evening came and at 6.20 pm I sat down in front of Miss Simpson for my allotted 10 minutes to discuss my child's progress at school and find time to squeeze in a dinner invitation.
Sitting in the chair I was instantly mesmerized by her outstanding beauty, her warm personality and her amazing breasts, whose shape and size were fully highlighted by the narrow horizontal stripes of her sweater. I did wonder if her attire was intended to tease the fathers of her students. If it was it was working and I thoroughly enjoyed it, and if it wasn't then she wouldn't have any idea what effect she was having on my loins below the table. We talked about Susie's skills and progress, her hard work in class and I was visibly proud of her; but all of a sudden Miss Simpson was summarising and thanking me for coming in. She stood to shake my hand and now her breasts filled my visual horizon totally; and god they looked amazing. I just wanted to reach out and take them in my hands to feel their warmth and weight before kissing her on the lips. I was snapped out of my daydream as she stood there offering me her hand,
"Thank you for coming in Mr Mender, not all parents show such interest and devotion to their children's education as you obviously do." She said to me and flashed a perfect smile.
Finally I started to stand, my eyes still firmly latched onto her chest, it had to be very obvious to Miss Simpson as I finally started to reach forward to take her hand. I eventually managed to lift my eyes up to look into her beautiful face and her eyes. I could see that she had tagged me as a typical guy who stares at tits before the person; I was probably doomed but I was determined to ask her out anyway.
Taking a deep breath and putting on my most sincere and friendly voice, " Miss Simpson as a token of my appreciation for educating Susie so well I would like to invite you out to dinner."
There seemed to be a long pause that seemed like minutes to me as she looked into my eyes before finally replying.
"Mr. Mender, I appreciate the offer, but I don't socialize with parents of my students. I find it is much safer that way." She said and smiled her perfect smile.
I stood staring at her beautiful face, contemplating my next move. Could I push on or should I just drop it and move on? I was confident that her picture was on Literotica but I still did not have confirmation that she had actually written the stories. It could still be a case of picture theft which I have found very prevalent on the internet.
My mind was toying with all the possibilities and I felt myself leaning towards dropping the whole subject and moving on when my hardening cock took control of my thoughts for a moment.
"Miss Simpson, I am sorry but I simply wanted to discuss a couple of great stories I have recently come across." I said and I felt myself fly past the point of no return.
"Mr Mender, we can meet anytime here after school if you would like to discuss literature. You can come in after last period and we can talk with Susie here, I would love to talk to you both. She is such a lovely girl." Miss Simpson responded, her sweet smile still dominating her face.
"Well, Miss Simpson, these particular stories I want to discuss I think are a little over my daughter's head. They are "Carly in New York" and "Quarters". Are you familiar with them?" I said.
I saw her smile fade quickly and fear appear in her bright eyes. I had my confirmation. I had struck pay dirt and I needed to nail my next move.
"I would rather not discuss these particular works with my daughter present. Would you be free to meet me later tonight at the library?" I asked, trying to stay nonchalant and calm while my pants were threatening to explode.
"Uh, well, I have more appointments." She stammered, obviously flustered.
"I understand, what time is your last one?" I asked, trying so hard to stay calm.
"My last one is...uh, at 7:00." She continued, trying to regain her composure.
"Wonderful, I will meet you in the fiction section at 7:30. Thank you so much for your time. It was a pleasure to meet you." I said and walked out of her classroom, leaving her open-mouthed and obviously stunned.
I left the classroom and passed the next couple waiting to see her. I stopped as they entered the classroom and turned to look. Miss Simpson was still in shock and obviously going through the motions as she greeted them. What was going through her mind? Would she show up? What would I do if she did? What would I do if she didn't?
I turned and headed towards the parking lot as I thought about all the questions flowing through my mind. My pants were incredibly tight but I needed to quickly devise a plan. I walked to my car and drove slowly to the library.
I entered the library around 10 minutes to 7:00. I had 40 minutes to come up with my next move. I had gone down this path and now I had to keep going or just crash and burn. I looked around for a quiet place and found a small table at the edge of the fiction section. It was big enough to spread out some books but small enough to fit in a relatively secluded section. I sat down and started to take notes of my surroundings.
The table was set up in a way that the opposite side was hidden by the shelf but it allowed a great view of the front door and the front desk from my chair. This would be perfect. I reached over and grabbed a few books and spread them out on the table. I took out a notepad and pen to start devising my plan.
I had just finished scribbling down a full page of notes when I noticed the clock on the wall. It was 7:28, I felt my breathing quicken and my nerves start to act up. I tried to calm down, slowing my breathing and trying to clear my head. I had to stay calm because there was a good chance she would not be. I did not want a scene and I had to be prepared to quickly convince her that she didn't need one either.
I felt myself start to relax and my cock started to harden again at the thought of Miss Simpson sitting across from me. I glanced over at the front door and saw it open and she walked in. I watched her walk slowly towards the back of the library, closing the distance between us as she did. She had not noticed me yet as I watched her. Her sweater was still displaying her breasts quite nicely. Her black skirt was a little below her knees and flowed gracefully as she walked. Her legs were encased in black nylons, I wondered if they were pantyhose or stockings. I smiled as I realized I would most likely find that out very soon.
She turned the corner and saw me sitting at the table. She walked over slowly and sat down. I looked at her eyes and saw they were red and puffy. She had been crying. I felt my heart tug as I didn't want this beauty to be sad but then what did I expect. I had exposed her and she was scared. I realized that was an unfortunate side effect but it still made me sad. I looked at her for a minute without speaking. She was fooling around in her purse and I saw her pull out a tissue and dry her eyes.
"Thank you for coming." I said. She just nodded.
"I am sorry you are upset." I said. She looked at me directly.
"What do you want?" She mumbled.
"Just to talk a little. Would that be ok?" I said.
I saw her look at me and nod slightly.
"I am assuming from your reaction that you wrote those stories. Is that true?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Please don't tell anyone. I could lose my job if anyone found out. I need my job." She said, her pleading voice cracking.
"Why did you post your picture?" I asked her.
"I did it as a dare. My girlfriend and I were at my house last month and she said I would get more readers and comments if I had a picture. I never thought anyone would see it and recognize me." She said.
"So your girlfriend knows you write erotic stories?" I said.
"Yes, most of them are about her and her fantasies but she doesn't write very well so I wrote them for her." She said.
