"Vanda. Cameron and I will be at the timetable from 2.30 to 3.30. We've a really difficult clash between Physics and French to sort out. It's very important for Cara Thomson that we find a way to accommodate her in both subjects."
"Could you put everything through to Mrs Stater please? After all it's what Deputy Heads are for. She's a very capable lady, as we all know. Mrs Stater is briefed and aware. She'll be using the Guidance Office. Thank you Vanda. Oh, did you get those shoes for your youngest?"
She went back to her office and looked at the timetable board. Even with the software it was still a giant puzzle. A snakes and ladder board cum Connect 4 frame really.
Cara, unable to study Economics at The Nunnery, had already said her parents were thinking of transferring her down the road. Yes it was important that she got Cara Thomson into Physics and French but for now that could wait.
It crossed her mind that her office was not overlooked and that she had the double door between her and the secretaries to count upon. As she looked at the channels, searching for the magic permutation, he came in without knocking.
"Hi Linda," he said as he put the door to. He walked up behind her, a small, almost sheepish smile on his face.
As she looked over her shoulder she could see the bulge swelling as she watched. He stood behind her, pressed the erection against her, placed his hands on her waist and she melted.
"Cameron. Would you close the security bolt please? It wouldn't do for us to be disturbed while timetabling."
When he turned around she had seated herself on the desk with her legs crossed. She knew he could see up her skirt as far as the dark hoops on the stockings. She felt like a movie star is the truth.
A voice from 30 years ago was coursing through her mind. As a 24 year old teacher, one of the fifth year girls in the Birmingham Comprehensive was telling her that she planned to be nice to her boyfriend that night.
"Come on Miss," the voice said in fantastic Brummie. " We're only doing the same things as YOU do with YOUR husband. There ain't no shame in it."
She lifted her right leg, placed her foot on the seat and slowly parted her legs. She lifted her dark blue skirt in fingers and thumbs and pulled it back up her thighs.
She went as far as the hold-up tops, revealing the flash of exposed flesh above and looked at Cameron's eyes, smiled and posed with both hands on top of her thighs, fingers spread. She felt fantastic.
She knew he was very aroused. She could see that and she felt herself soak. Confidence surged through her.
She'd not done this for a lifetime. She reached out to him and put her left hand under his sack. She clutched his balls and gently moved them from side to side.
She felt the hard arch straining up and out at the zip. She stroked it with her thumb, pressing into it and he breathed in and gave that little sigh. He felt huge.
And then it was her turn. He looked up the skirt, took in the stocking tops and that flash of thigh above. He could see the golden pubes flattened against the lace of the knickers.
He gave that low whistle. "Oh My God!" he said, swallowing. "Oh MY God!"
There seemed to be no rush. She sat passive and receptive while he stroked her thighs. He moved her own hands on top of her legs, taking over the ground for himself.
She knew she was soaking, desire coursing through her thighs as they were lightly touched, firming her nipples, swelling her rosea, tingling her skin, slowing her breathing.
She moved her hand up to her blouse and opened three buttons and leaned forward. She could smell her fragrance on her cleavage. She checked that he could see the nipples and rosea pressing through the bra and yes, he could.
She thought of that programme where the divorcee couldn't be bothered chasing men and simply paid for what she wanted. The image flashed into mind of the woman, in broad Aussie, ordering her stud.
"He's ten inches and dark? That'll do me." Cameron was about to do her.
Nothing was said as he took her right hand and placed it on his bulge. She could feel how hard he was, how he was straining up and out. She took the zip down and lifted him out of the boxer shorts. It was massive, thick, heavy and warm. She noticed his dark hairs spilling out from the zip, one fabulous ball dangling over the elastic of the shorts.
As she rolled the skin back and saw the purple sheen, she lifted him up to take a look underneath at his glistening crease and she was lost.
"Jesus Christ," was hissed as she squeezed, feeling the weight, the warmth, the length and the hardness. She began to move her hand and he began to give more of those little gasps that turned the years back half a lifetime and drove her wild.
Instant thoughts came and went in her mind "Husband...not relevant." "Guilt...none." "Desire...total."
He was bigger than she could have hoped for: ten good, thick inches, no curve, completely straight and proud, pointing up perfectly.
He was exactly what she liked: big and solid but not offputtingly-so. He was a lot bigger than hubby. She couldn't wait. She could see why the Sixth Former had been landed.
A long running fantasy for her had been the dropping of the knickers for a younger man and now she did it.
She stood up, hitched up her blue skirt and posed the knickers. She could see her triangle showing just as she had planned. She knew he was focussed on it. She half turned round to show him the sheer pantie-backs, proud of her womanly bottom.
She faced him and straightened her back. She slowly lowered the knickers and stepped out, holding them in both hands and showing them to him as she had seen the pole dancers doing on TV.
She knew he would expect her to dangle them from her fingers, one handed and drop them, so she did. Her heart was pounding.
His hand went instantly and urgently up her skirt and as they kissed with tongues for the first time she found herself squealing as he pressed his palm up against her wiry, full bush firmly and then pressed against her bone.
He ran the pad of his finger up her wet slit, teasing at the wet lips. He worked his thumb into her, again with firmness and again pressing against her bone.
She'd got the next bit ready. One summer she'd had holiday reading: a novel in which a military officer was having first sex with an unhappy wife as her bullying husband was in the next room.
She remembered how she had enjoyed the guilty buzz of visualising the scene where the woman masturbated the young officer.
As he came the young soldier ejaculated onto the wooden floor and the woman took it upon herself to minimise the spillage by taking his final spurts into her mouth and licking him dry.
Linda McCabe remembered the deep tingling excitement of the image and she knew EXACTLY what she wanted to do.
She could wait no longer. She moved away from her desk and she stepped out of the skirt. She quickly removed the bra, having leaned forward to give him a good view of her with it on.
She kept the blouse on but half-open. She'd always liked to keep on a top, knowing that her brown nipples and dark rosea looked good through a blouse. It gave her confidence, at her age and after the children.
An instantaneous thought flashed through her mind.
That night when her husband party-pooped and made her wear a bra when she had wanted to show her twenty-four-yearold firmness, in closeup, to the three husbands of her girl friends from the Birmingham school where she was working at that time.
She had really wanted to that night, she remembered; wanted to sit with them looking through her blue Paisley pattern blouse at her nipples and between the buttons at her cleavage, the weight of which forced the fabric apart perfectly and gave a beautiful side view of the unsupported breasts.
He had encouraged her to go shopping braless when she asked if he objected and was quite happy for her to attract the admiring glances from the passing men. So what was the big deal that night?
Back to the moment and a feeling of pride.
She stood, knickerless, looking good in holdups, thigh leading up to vagina, her firm breasts available, nipple and cleavage showing through the blouse, her light golden bush fluffed-up and springy, her legs slightly apart.
She felt herself awash. She was ready to take anything from those ten fantastic inches.
She sat on the chair and moved onto what was now irresistible. He knew to come close to her and he offered her the swollen cock at face level. There was no expectation or insistence on his part but there would be no hesitation.
She opened her legs and masturbated for a minute. She looked up into his eyes and moved his hand onto the erection. He took the cue and worked at himself with his right hand, masturbating at her, showing her what she was about to go on.
She raised her knees and parted the lips of her cunt with her fingers, showing him the pinkness of her entrance.
There was so much that she wanted. As he masturbated the fabulous cock at her, she could smell his sex and breathed it in, suffusing herself with his maleness.
"You know that all the male staff want to fuck you, don't you?"
"It's like Mrs Thatcher and her Cabinet ministers. I happen to know,"... he kneeled down and pulled her entrance apart, two-handed...that they would all be VERY impressed by...how...WET you are."
He inserted the tip of his tongue into the yielding entrance, enjoyed the film and its fresh taste and noted how, as she arched herself back, gasping, her juices flowed still more.
He stroked her running slit as he told her of her male admirers and brought the sigh from her.
She liked the thought of her male staff lined up naked, erect and working themselves as they waited in line to service her.
She thought of the two bearded teachers and the very tall janitor holding themselves out and HARD for her, pubes in different colours, and she trembled.
She made her move. She lowered her knees, sat up and offered her open mouth at him.
He responded, pulled the skin back off the head and she took the cock in on her tongue, closed down on it and sucked.
He tasted and felt fantastic: salty and male, huge, warm and SOLID. She had to have penetration and soon.
She sucked in a heavy, deliberate style, no holding back. She loved doing this to men and it showed. She made no attempt to hide her enthusiasm.
She took him out and held him inches away from her face where she could see and smell him and worked the cock very gently, just behind the head, two fingers below, one thumb above.
As she stroked him very lightly, building up the speed she said to him, "Cameron there is so much that I want to do to you....so much that I want you to do to me that some of it will have to wait."
"Will you fuck me now, please, bareback? All that safe sex stuff is mainly for the girls, don't you think?...I want to feel you giving me your load."
He lay her down gently on the carpet. She opened her legs and spread herself wide. She made sure her breasts were out of the blouse. He kneeled over her, visibly throbbing and shafted her in one.
"Ohhhhhh Cammmm...."
Linda McCabe thought of her school motto and held onto him behind his neck, tight.
Later that afternoon her phone buzzed.
"Mrs McCabe, it's the mum of one of the Sixth Form girls on the line. She's insisting that she speaks to you about her daughter immediately. She wants you to meet with her and her husband at 4.15."
"Thank you, Vanda. I' ll take this call immediately."
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