charles-smythe
Sep 11, 2016, 7:19 AM
A Concerned Teacher
Part-1-of-1
Kendra, a cautious one, is twenty eight years of age, measures 36x24x34 and has cobalt blue eyes. Tall for a woman she is a servlet five foot nine inches and has long auburn hair to her shoulders. In short she’s a tan beauty.
She’s in her third year of teaching and already nominated for teacher of the year.
Kendra is married to Reece, a quiet man, Kendra is outgoing, the more friendly of the two.
Reece is thirty, a man of few words who never drinks.
Kendra likes to drink on weekends, but has cut back out of her love for Reece. Plus she is cautious, because of her reputation as a school teacher.
It had been a rough week for Kendra. A student who she admired, he had let his grades suddenly fall from straight A's to low D's and she found out his mother and father were in a very, very, nasty divorce.
The student, Karl, had decided, that since he was 18 and had the choice, to live with his father. But things just hadn't jelled and the transition was rough and his grades suffered.
Karl's dad, Kenneth called Kendra and was very polite and concerned and expressed his gratitude for her concern about Karl.
"I'm tied up at work, but if you’d drop by the house around 7, maybe Karl and I could discuss his options to get his grades back up where they should be," Kenneth suggested.
"That would be great, I've just been sick to death that his grades have dropped," Kendra explained. "I want him to do well, I really do, I want all my students to do well," she continued.
It was a hot spring day, unusually hot for April and Kendra had gone home and Reece had called saying he was 150 miles away correcting a problem for a customer and would be at least midnight before returning home, saying, "I love you, but you don't have to wait up on me honey," he said before hanging up.
Kendra changed into shorts and a tank top and remembering her appointment with Kenneth, Karl's father and quickly headed that direction.
What Kendra didn't expect and was stunned (that is nice word, aroused is more like it) to see Kenneth was a 40 year old fantastic male specimen. Six feet tall, tan, muscular and a smile that would seduce nearly any woman. She couldn't help but wonder if infidelity was the reason for his divorce and the war he and Karl's mother were fighting.
She felt awkward, but she was here and had agreed to meet, so "oh well, what the heck," she thought.
"Karl didn't tell me he had to work tonight. I’m sorry but it looks like he won’t be here,” he explained, inviting her in and handing her a glass of tea.
"Well, that is ok I guess. What I have in mind, is if he will do some extra work until school is out and its good work, I’ll give him extra credit. And if all goes well, by end of school he could have at the lowest, a B," she suggested.
"That sounds good, Mrs. Wright," Kenneth said. Then added, "Karl didn't tell me he had a model for a teacher," adding a smile and a wink.
"That’s nice of you to say but I’m just me, a teacher who really has a passion for her kids," Kendra said, blushing.
"I didn't mean to make you blush," he chuckled. "A beautiful lady, teacher, nurse or whomever, should always be complimented and reminded of her beauty," he said.
"Well thank you," Kendra said, smiling and feeling somewhat damp between her legs.
"Not to be nosey but is there any chance you and Karl's mother will ever reconcile and get back together?" Kendra asked, concerned about Karl. Well, she wanted to make herself think that anyway.
"I doubt it. I place the blame on me. I’m the pig," Kenneth said, laughing, "No, I doubt if that it’ll ever happen," he added, very serious this time.
"Would you like something to drink, scotch, rum, brandy?" Kenneth asked seriously.
"I love all those but I shouldn't, I should be going," she said, smiling, thanking him just the same.
"What the heck, we're both adults, just one," he said, handing her a scotch and water and of course more scotch than water.
"Well, OK. One won't hurt I guess. Thank you," she said smiling.
Kendra hadn't had a drink in over a year so she immediately felt it.
"You really are a gorgeous lady Kendra. Your husband is a lucky man," he said.
"Thanks again," she said, really feeling the effects of the drink.
Kenneth was smooth. He looked right in her eyes and asked, "You ok?"
Giggling, partly because of the situation she was in and partly due to the scotch, she said, "Yeah, just been a while since I had a drink."
"Is your husband the only man you ever dated or were there several before him. Not trying to pry. I’m just curious," Kenneth asked.
"Reece was my high school sweetheart. There were no others, not even for the prom," she said laughing, "I never shopped around."
Kenneth laughed. "I bet lots of men look at you when you walk by, especially in those shorts with those nice legs, and I love those toes and the polish on the nails," he added.
“Thank you, I try not to pay much attention, but yes, at times I notice men staring at me when I walk by," she said smiling, "and sometimes my male students stare and I know they aren't staring at my face," she laughed, immediately sorry she said that.
Kenneth’s plan of seduction was working.
"Well, stand up and let me look. A really good look," he said as he held out his hands to help her up off the soft sofa that she was sitting on.
Obediently she stood up and turned around for him.
"Take those sandals off and let me look at those feet," he said, smiling.
"Oh well, what the heck," she thought as she quickly removed her sandals.
"My, my, a gorgeous lady in bare feet. A real turn on," he smiled, putting his hands on her shoulder.
Suddenly her knees were weak, she felt faint, yet wet, and yes, very horny.
"I should go," Kendra said, knowing she was in no shape to drive. Too intoxicated and so horny that she'd have to finger herself while driving.
"Just stay for a little while. Get to where you can drive Mrs. Wright," Kenneth said.
"It's just Kendra," she stammered. She was still barefoot as Kenneth moved closer, and closer, and closer. Then in a soft, yet firm voice, Kenneth’s next words were, "take off your top Kendra.” He kissed her lightly on the lips and to her surprise she softly returned the kiss. Their lips met and ignited her body in flames. Their lips and tongues danced to each other’s passions.
“Ummmmm, nice lips," Kenneth said then added, "Now take off the top,"
Kendra, in blind, intoxicated lust, grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head and off.
Kenneth instructed her to turn around so he could unhook her bra. As the cups came free and her bra slid down her arms to the floor she slowly turned around to let Kenneth see her luscious breasts with their dusky rose colored areolas.
“Nice, very nice," Kenneth said as he reached out and hefted her right breast as if he was testing its weight. Kneading and caressing her tits, he added, "Now the shorts,"
Thumbs hooked in her waistband, with Kenneth’s help she let her shorts drop to the floor.
For a minute or two Kenneth stared at the little wisp of powder blue lace that covered her shaved pussy. Then almost reverently he knelt and removed them.
He laid her on the couch and removed his clothes.
"Oh my God, look at that cock," she thought, then hating herself for a minute for being in that situation.
"Oh well, what the heck," she thought, "I’ve never cheated and this might as well be my first,"
As he rose above her on the couch and she used her hand to guide his cock to her pussy. As he pressed the head of his cock between her pink lips, Kendra could feel her pussy being stretch further than ever before. She couldn't believe the feeling. It was different, exciting. Once Kenneth had it all the way in she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders and moaned as she told him, “Fuck me,” over and over.
She smiled, at having his 9 nine inch cock pumping inside her very wet pussy. She couldn't help it, Reece was great in bed, but this, this is "special" she thought.
Kenneth made her cum eight or nine times in the next two hours, fucking her in the living room, bedroom and shower.
"Wow, you’re one good fuck Kendra,” he said as they walked back in the living room. “You will come back won't you?" he asked.
"Oh well, what the heck, you can call me at the school and we’ll work around Reece, ok," she said.
"You bet. And I want you to be Karl's first too," he added.
"I-I-I- don't know," she stammered before being hushed by his kiss. She realized that once again he was hard.
One more fuck and she was on her way, never answering his question about fucking Karl.
Later, going over the events of the night, all she could say was, "oh well, what the heck."
Part-1-of-1
Kendra, a cautious one, is twenty eight years of age, measures 36x24x34 and has cobalt blue eyes. Tall for a woman she is a servlet five foot nine inches and has long auburn hair to her shoulders. In short she’s a tan beauty.
She’s in her third year of teaching and already nominated for teacher of the year.
Kendra is married to Reece, a quiet man, Kendra is outgoing, the more friendly of the two.
Reece is thirty, a man of few words who never drinks.
Kendra likes to drink on weekends, but has cut back out of her love for Reece. Plus she is cautious, because of her reputation as a school teacher.
It had been a rough week for Kendra. A student who she admired, he had let his grades suddenly fall from straight A's to low D's and she found out his mother and father were in a very, very, nasty divorce.
The student, Karl, had decided, that since he was 18 and had the choice, to live with his father. But things just hadn't jelled and the transition was rough and his grades suffered.
Karl's dad, Kenneth called Kendra and was very polite and concerned and expressed his gratitude for her concern about Karl.
"I'm tied up at work, but if you’d drop by the house around 7, maybe Karl and I could discuss his options to get his grades back up where they should be," Kenneth suggested.
"That would be great, I've just been sick to death that his grades have dropped," Kendra explained. "I want him to do well, I really do, I want all my students to do well," she continued.
It was a hot spring day, unusually hot for April and Kendra had gone home and Reece had called saying he was 150 miles away correcting a problem for a customer and would be at least midnight before returning home, saying, "I love you, but you don't have to wait up on me honey," he said before hanging up.
Kendra changed into shorts and a tank top and remembering her appointment with Kenneth, Karl's father and quickly headed that direction.
What Kendra didn't expect and was stunned (that is nice word, aroused is more like it) to see Kenneth was a 40 year old fantastic male specimen. Six feet tall, tan, muscular and a smile that would seduce nearly any woman. She couldn't help but wonder if infidelity was the reason for his divorce and the war he and Karl's mother were fighting.
She felt awkward, but she was here and had agreed to meet, so "oh well, what the heck," she thought.
"Karl didn't tell me he had to work tonight. I’m sorry but it looks like he won’t be here,” he explained, inviting her in and handing her a glass of tea.
"Well, that is ok I guess. What I have in mind, is if he will do some extra work until school is out and its good work, I’ll give him extra credit. And if all goes well, by end of school he could have at the lowest, a B," she suggested.
"That sounds good, Mrs. Wright," Kenneth said. Then added, "Karl didn't tell me he had a model for a teacher," adding a smile and a wink.
"That’s nice of you to say but I’m just me, a teacher who really has a passion for her kids," Kendra said, blushing.
"I didn't mean to make you blush," he chuckled. "A beautiful lady, teacher, nurse or whomever, should always be complimented and reminded of her beauty," he said.
"Well thank you," Kendra said, smiling and feeling somewhat damp between her legs.
"Not to be nosey but is there any chance you and Karl's mother will ever reconcile and get back together?" Kendra asked, concerned about Karl. Well, she wanted to make herself think that anyway.
"I doubt it. I place the blame on me. I’m the pig," Kenneth said, laughing, "No, I doubt if that it’ll ever happen," he added, very serious this time.
"Would you like something to drink, scotch, rum, brandy?" Kenneth asked seriously.
"I love all those but I shouldn't, I should be going," she said, smiling, thanking him just the same.
"What the heck, we're both adults, just one," he said, handing her a scotch and water and of course more scotch than water.
"Well, OK. One won't hurt I guess. Thank you," she said smiling.
Kendra hadn't had a drink in over a year so she immediately felt it.
"You really are a gorgeous lady Kendra. Your husband is a lucky man," he said.
"Thanks again," she said, really feeling the effects of the drink.
Kenneth was smooth. He looked right in her eyes and asked, "You ok?"
Giggling, partly because of the situation she was in and partly due to the scotch, she said, "Yeah, just been a while since I had a drink."
"Is your husband the only man you ever dated or were there several before him. Not trying to pry. I’m just curious," Kenneth asked.
"Reece was my high school sweetheart. There were no others, not even for the prom," she said laughing, "I never shopped around."
Kenneth laughed. "I bet lots of men look at you when you walk by, especially in those shorts with those nice legs, and I love those toes and the polish on the nails," he added.
“Thank you, I try not to pay much attention, but yes, at times I notice men staring at me when I walk by," she said smiling, "and sometimes my male students stare and I know they aren't staring at my face," she laughed, immediately sorry she said that.
Kenneth’s plan of seduction was working.
"Well, stand up and let me look. A really good look," he said as he held out his hands to help her up off the soft sofa that she was sitting on.
Obediently she stood up and turned around for him.
"Take those sandals off and let me look at those feet," he said, smiling.
"Oh well, what the heck," she thought as she quickly removed her sandals.
"My, my, a gorgeous lady in bare feet. A real turn on," he smiled, putting his hands on her shoulder.
Suddenly her knees were weak, she felt faint, yet wet, and yes, very horny.
"I should go," Kendra said, knowing she was in no shape to drive. Too intoxicated and so horny that she'd have to finger herself while driving.
"Just stay for a little while. Get to where you can drive Mrs. Wright," Kenneth said.
"It's just Kendra," she stammered. She was still barefoot as Kenneth moved closer, and closer, and closer. Then in a soft, yet firm voice, Kenneth’s next words were, "take off your top Kendra.” He kissed her lightly on the lips and to her surprise she softly returned the kiss. Their lips met and ignited her body in flames. Their lips and tongues danced to each other’s passions.
“Ummmmm, nice lips," Kenneth said then added, "Now take off the top,"
Kendra, in blind, intoxicated lust, grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head and off.
Kenneth instructed her to turn around so he could unhook her bra. As the cups came free and her bra slid down her arms to the floor she slowly turned around to let Kenneth see her luscious breasts with their dusky rose colored areolas.
“Nice, very nice," Kenneth said as he reached out and hefted her right breast as if he was testing its weight. Kneading and caressing her tits, he added, "Now the shorts,"
Thumbs hooked in her waistband, with Kenneth’s help she let her shorts drop to the floor.
For a minute or two Kenneth stared at the little wisp of powder blue lace that covered her shaved pussy. Then almost reverently he knelt and removed them.
He laid her on the couch and removed his clothes.
"Oh my God, look at that cock," she thought, then hating herself for a minute for being in that situation.
"Oh well, what the heck," she thought, "I’ve never cheated and this might as well be my first,"
As he rose above her on the couch and she used her hand to guide his cock to her pussy. As he pressed the head of his cock between her pink lips, Kendra could feel her pussy being stretch further than ever before. She couldn't believe the feeling. It was different, exciting. Once Kenneth had it all the way in she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders and moaned as she told him, “Fuck me,” over and over.
She smiled, at having his 9 nine inch cock pumping inside her very wet pussy. She couldn't help it, Reece was great in bed, but this, this is "special" she thought.
Kenneth made her cum eight or nine times in the next two hours, fucking her in the living room, bedroom and shower.
"Wow, you’re one good fuck Kendra,” he said as they walked back in the living room. “You will come back won't you?" he asked.
"Oh well, what the heck, you can call me at the school and we’ll work around Reece, ok," she said.
"You bet. And I want you to be Karl's first too," he added.
"I-I-I- don't know," she stammered before being hushed by his kiss. She realized that once again he was hard.
One more fuck and she was on her way, never answering his question about fucking Karl.
Later, going over the events of the night, all she could say was, "oh well, what the heck."