After Class

Everything was fine. Or at least that's what she told herself. Her job as a teacher, though exhausting, was fulfilling enough to stick with it. Plus, it helped take her mind off the rest of her life. She wished her husband would work as hard on their relationship as he did at his job. To be fair to him, he didn't know any better. He thought that making good money was the best way to be a man. Did the flame between them burn as bright as it used to? Of course not, but that's to be expected. They were good parents. They put their focus on their kids, their jobs, and their home. If there was any time or energy left over, it would surely be used on a little self-care... but there never was.

Of course she often thought about asking for a divorce. She dreamt of starting a new life - being free again. When she was younger she traveled, partied, and had fun with her friends... and with guys. But that was a different life ago. Life these days was a relentless cycle of keeping children alive, even if it meant slowly dying herself.

And right around the time when her heart was almost fully hardened, a new teacher moved into the classroom next door.

The first time she saw him was just a glimpse as he walked by her door, but even in that time, it felt like her heart stopped. "Woah," she whispered to herself. Later, when she went to the cafeteria to pick up her students, there he was again. She tried not to stare. He was tall, with dark curly hair that was somehow messy but all in the perfect place at the same time. He had a short beard highlighting his strong jaw. As her eyes scanned downward, she imagined his chest under his tight, heather grey t-shirt. The room fell silent around her and her knees felt a little shaky. Just then, he turned and looked right at her. She tried to look away, but not before he noticed. She didn't know it then, but as intoxicated as she felt at that moment, he felt it too. She blinked twice and the commotion of the cafeteria came back to her. "What was that?" she asked herself. But she knew.

The next morning, she spent a little extra time getting ready in the morning. She picked out a dress that hugged her body tightly and showed off her breasts. It was still school appropriate, but just barely. Under her dress, she pulled on a tiny black thong - one she hadn't worn in a long time. She couldn't help but feel sexy. On the drive to work, she took deep breaths and told herself to calm down. But she couldn't help but think of him and all of the things she wanted him to do to her. She gave her teeth and hair one last check in the car window and did her best to compose herself before walking into school.

As she was getting settled in her classroom and getting ready for the day, she heard a knock on the door. She looked up to see him in the doorway, smiling. "Hi," he said. "Sorry to bother you, but do you know how to work the smartboard? I'm having trouble getting mine to turn on."

"Goddammit," she thought, "His voice is sexy too." She managed to compose herself enough to squeak out, "Sure."

"You know what?" He interjected. "Don't worry about it right now. The kids are coming soon and you've got to get ready. Do you have time to stop by after class? Maybe you can teach me then."

Another "Sure!" This time a little more excited.

"Thanks," he said through his smile. She wasn't seeing clearly, but she was pretty sure he winked, too.

She went through the day in a fog. She was a good teacher, but not today. She forgot to make copies for one of the lessons, she was late to a meeting, and was caught daydreaming by students needing help on more than one occasion. Finally, the dismissal bell rang, the kids ran down the hall, and the school was quiet once again.

She ran her fingers through her hair for some last-minute volume, pushed her tits together and pulled her dress tight. When she walked into the room, he was sitting at his desk. "Hey there," he said, "Thanks for coming. Do you know how to turn this thing on?"

In her mind she thought, "I'm not sure, but I bet I know how to turn YOU on." Instead, she joked, "Lemme see... have you tried the power button?" She grabbed the remote and pushed the big red button at the top. Nothing.

"Ha!" he said. "I'm not that stupid." She laughed and opened the back of the remote. No batteries. She batted her eyelashes at him flirtatiously as if to say, "Are you sure?"

"Oh boy," he said as he put his head in his hand. "Now that's embarrassing. Maybe I am that stupid." They both laughed. "Thanks for your help," he continued. "Now is there anything I can do for you?"

She could tell this was meant as an opening, if she wanted it. She was growing with confidence after his tech snafu, and it wasn't hard to notice his not-so-subtle wandering eyes. So she decided to take the bait. "This job is stressful," she responded. "Do you have any cure for that?" As she said this, she sat coyly on his desk. She put one leg over the other and caught him glancing down, trying to get a peek up her skirt. Now he was the one who had to compose himself.

"Yeah," he replied, "I might be able to help you with that." But then, to her disappointment, he stood up and walked away.

Where is he going? she thought. Did I scare him off?

"Before I see if I can help you, I'd better get this," he said, looking back as he closed and locked the door. The clicking of that lock sent an electric shock to her heart and she felt herself get wet instantly. He walked over and stood in front of her as she started to spread her legs, just a little, so as not to seem too desperate. "Turn around," he requested.

She excitedly obliged. After a day of being in charge, she was happy to let someone else take the lead. In fact, being submissive was one of her biggest turn-ons. He started to rub her shoulders. His firm but gentle touch indicated that he knew what he was doing. He pressed his hips against her ass. She closed her eyes and let out a slow exhale. "Ah yes," he said in a sarcastic, doctory voice. "I can see you are very tight here. Let's see if we can help you relax." They both laughed. "Now, let me check the other side of you."

He turned her around by her shoulders and she shifted her weight up onto the desk behind her. There was no more need for sarcasm or coyness. They both wanted this and they wanted it now.

She spread her legs and wrapped them around him. He placed his hand gently on her neck as he kissed her. The feel of his lips on hers made her feel like melting into the desk. She hoped she wasn't already making a mess.

He continued to kiss her, letting his tongue linger on hers for longer and longer each time. His hand on her neck got firmer as he started to grab and gently play with her hair. With her ankles wrapped around him, she pulled him in closer. She could feel him pressed against her, slowly getting harder with each passing moment. Her dress was sliding further and further up her thighs.

Then, he moved to her neck, slowly kissing, biting, sucking. She threw her head back and tried to breathe calmly. He worked his way down to her breasts, just barely contained by her dress at this point. He pulled her strap down past her shoulder. When he licked a circle around her nipple, she couldn't remain silent any longer. She let out a long, breathy moan, letting him know to keep going.

He took her signal and got down on his knees. She braced herself with her hands on the desk, knocking over a pencil cup in the process, though she didn't even notice. He slowly licked her inner thigh. By now, her thong was fully saturated. Her pussy was pulsing, begging for him to get closer. He looked up at her and smiled. He liked making her wait. But she didn't want to wait any longer. She put one hand on the back of his head and pulled him all the way towards her. He licked her through her wet panties and her heartbeat quickened. When he pulled them to the side and licked her clit for the first time, her heart nearly stopped altogether. She had not been touched like this in a long time and it felt so good.

Resting her legs over his shoulders, she was truly relaxed as he moved his tongue up and down with the rhythm of her hips. He put one finger inside of her, and then two. He curled them and moved them in a beckoning motion as if to say, "Cum for me." When she couldn't hold herself up with her hands any longer, she leaned back onto her elbows. This time, she knocked a stapler onto the floor, but again didn't notice.

He started to pick up speed, licking up and down while his fingers kept searching for just the right spot. "Oh my god," she moaned, "Right there. Yes. Yes! I'm gonna cum. Oh my god! Oh!" In what felt like an instant she was overcome with pure pleasure. Whatever tension might have been remaining was gone as she gave herself fully over to him and let the orgasm wash over her. He slowly removed his fingers but kept his tongue there, feeling her pulsate and squirm. "Holy shit," she exhaled when she finally managed to return to reality. "Come here." She pulled on his shirt collar and they stood up together.

She impatiently shoved her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around so she could taste her cum on his lips, mustache, and beard. Sharing this delicious taste turned them both on even more. She smiled at him, as she reached down and felt him standing at full attention through his jeans. "I want you inside me," she whispered. He did not object. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants as quickly as she could. He helped by pulling them down and turned her around by her hips with just the right amount of force.

She put her elbows on the desk, ready for him to do whatever he wanted. He didn't waste any time. He pulled her skirt up the rest of the way over her ass and pulled her thong down to her knees. She was more than plenty wet and ready for him. Gently, he pushed himself inside her. Her pussy squeezing tight on his cock felt like the most perfect feeling in the world. "Oh my god," she said to the top of the desk, "You're so big."

He smiled. "Too big?" He asked.

"No," she tried not to shout. "Keep going. Fuck me harder." This was all the confirmation he needed. He grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust himself into her over and over, trying to go a little deeper each time. She held onto the desk - partly to keep it from shaking and squeaking on the ground and partly, it felt, to keep herself from being lifted up off the ground with each movement of the hips. His cock was so big and strong it seemed possible. She could hear him breathing heavy behind her, but she didn't want him to cum. Not yet.

She pushed him away and turned around. "I want you in my mouth," she whispered.

"Yes, please," he whispered back. She pushed him against the wall behind the desk and dropped to her knees. She lost the ability to tease. She took his cock in her hand and licked it in one long, slow motion from the base to the tip, tasting her cum as she went.

She looked up at him and smiled. "You're so big," she laughed. I don't know if I can fit this all in my mouth."

"Try," he begged.

She acquiesced. She started by running her tongue in circles around the tip. She liked how she could feel it throbbing in rhythm each time around. Slowly, she took the rest into her mouth. She only made it about halfway down, which left the perfect amount of space on the other half to use her hand. She could hear him moaning softly and feel his hand on the back of her head. He wasn't pressing, just letting her move back and forth at her own pace. Her saliva was dripping all over the shaft and her hand. This wasn't just for him, she loved it too. With her other hand, she reached down and rubbed her clit. She was wet all over again.

"Holy shit, that feels so good," he moaned. "Oh my god, you're going to make me cum."

She kept stroking him with her hand but took a break from sucking to say, "I want it, baby. I want your cum. I want you to cum for me."

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"In my mouth. I want it all."

"Don't stop," he moaned, almost out of breath. He guided her head back to his throbbing cock. "Don't stop. Right there! Don't stop!" And with one final thrust, he felt himself explode into the back of her throat. She loved the feeling of the warm liquid and didn't let it slow her down. She kept stroking and sucking to make sure she swallowed it all. After a few more seconds, she removed him from her mouth, but did her diligence to clean up, licking him all over one last time to make sure she didn't miss anything.

He pulled her up to standing and kissed her. "Wow," he exhaled. "Thank you."

"Thank you," she replied with a wink and a confident smile. "Let me know if you need anything else tomorrow. I'm always happy to help."

As she walked out the door she heard him respond, "I just might."