It was 9PM on Tuesday evening, and Lindsay was painfully watching the clock from inside her kindergarten class room at St. James Elementary School. Parent-teacher interview night, and she had one more interview to go before she could call it a night. How ridiculous, she thought, to have parent-teacher interviews for such young kids. She saw most of the parents every day -- why did she have to stick around all night??! She was also dreading her next interview -- Judy Harrington -- Todd Harrington's mother -- was often difficult, and she was not looking forward to telling her that Todd was behind the other kids in reading. Amie guessed that Mrs Harrington was early 40's -- she was a fairly attractive and quite voluptuous woman who had a seductive air about her if she chose to. Her husband, Rick Harrington, was a member of the local city council, and an area business leader.
Normally, Lindsay wouldn't be so nervous, but she really wanted to do a good job impressing all the parents. This was her first teaching placement out of college, and she really did love working with the kids. At 23, she knew she had a lot of maturing and learning to do., and she enjoyed working with her fellow teachers. Lindsay had gone to college on a track scholarship, and her slim, muscular figure reflected it. At 5'7", Lindsay often felt too tall relative to other girls, but the boys didn't seem to mind. She really got a lot of looks when she wore her wavy reddish brown hair full shoulder length -- much like she was tonight. She had dressed very professionally for the evening, in a black knee-length skirt, and a pink shirt. It was insanely hot in the school (when would the school board spend money on air conditioning???), so she had unbuttoned the top two buttons to avoid fainting. Lindsay felt she was a pretty hot catch -- her dark hair and brown eyes gave her, she felt, a sexy, Spanish appearance. Unfortunately, all of her studies and time in the gym meant little time for the boys. She missed that.... many a lonely Friday night was spent pleasuring herself while watching Red Shoe Diaries. All in time, she told herself.
Lindsay eased back in her desk chair... enjoying an albeit brief, quiet moment. Normally this room was filled with the screams and happy squeals of about 20 kids. Now, it was her quiet domain. Most of the room was covered in large, inter-locking padded tiles of various colours. These were essential, so the kids wouldn't fall and hurt themselves. The tiles were also great for nap time, since they were pretty soft. Lindsay thought to herself how badly she could use a nap at the moment! In the corner of the classroom there was a large play house that the kids loved to play in. It was big enough that 4 kids could play in there at a time with the door shut. There was also a window that some of the tinier kids could hop through, covered with cute little curtains pulled to each side. The right side of the classroom -- framed by the wooden door at the far end of the wall, and her little desk at the other end -- had two big black boards along it, adorned with pinup letters she was using to teach the kids the alphabet. The left side of the classroom had a bank of windows that faced out on the tiny street where the school was located. Of course, the curtains were drawn, as it was totally dark outside now.
Lindsay walked to the door, opened it, and motioned for Mrs Harrington to enter the classroom. As soon as she entered, Lindsay could tell she had been drinking. Rum had a very distinctive smell that she knew all too well. Regardless, Mrs Harrington was very well put together. She was looking very pretty, Lindsay observed, in a floral-patterned low cut summer dress that rode just above her knees. It definitely showed off her endowments, and Lindsay was quite sure she didn't mind the attention it got her from the men. Her dirty blond hair was pinned up, and she had some red lipstick on. Judy walked over and took a seat right next to Lindsay's desk in the corner of the classroom. The only door to the room was at the far end of the class, giving the two a bit of privacy.
Lindsay started reviewing Todd's disappointing progress, and talked about how he might need to drop down into the school's remediation system. Her stomach was in knots the whole time, awaiting Mrs Harrington's temper to snap. She was quite surprised, however, when the older woman grabbed a kleenex to wipe a tear from her eye. Lindsay stopped, quite taken aback by the uncharacteristic behaviour.
"Mrs Harrington, I'm sorry if this is disappointing news..."
Judy wiped away another tear, and looked Lindsay in the eye. "You have no idea what its like..." she softly sobbed. "You have no idea what its like to be married to my husband... to have all these pressures to be the perfect wife... to raise the perfect child... I can't do it all! I can't! Why do you think I drink?"
Lindsay's heart went out to her, strangely. It crossed her mind that she was breaking a cardinal rule of professionalism, as she reached an arm over and around the older woman's shoulder to comfort her.
"Oh my God... you have no idea how many times I wished I was pretty and young like you....". Judy's voice trailed off, and her sobbing seemed to be replaced by a more controlled tone.
"Thank you...", Lindsay nervously laughed, "... but I don't always feel that pretty!"
"Oh my dear, you're lovely..." Mrs Harrington cooed. "Your soft skin, your beautiful hair....". Lindsay was so taken aback by the older woman's comments that she didn't even notice she had closed her eyes, tilted her head upwards, and planted a wet, soft kiss on Lindsay's lips.
"Oh my!", Lindsay exclaimed, quite taken aback.
"Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shock you." Mrs Harrington apologized"I couldn't help myself, really.... God, I'm so sorry. I just, I just...." Her voice starting sobbing again. "I am so frustrated! I need someone to touch... my husband hasn't done that in years."
Lindsay found this so hard to believe... Mrs. Harrington was very attractive, she thought, for a woman in her early 40's.
Mrs. Harrington seemed a little more desperate now. She lied her head in Lindsay's lap, which made the girl slightly uncomfortable. Lindsay jumped a little as she felt Mrs Harrington's left hand caress her bare leg.
"I would love to have skin this soft...", she cooed. Lindsay murmured something about how this wasn't appropriate, but it seemed to fall on deaf (or drunk) ears. The older woman rubbed her hand up and down Lindsay's bare, smooth leg, sending slight shivers up and down her spine. As Lindsay prepared to stand up and get this woman off of her, she heard a sound just outside her slightly ajar classroom door. Principal Laskey, renowned for his tough management of his teachers, poked his head in. Lindsay quickly whispered to Mrs. Harrington to sit up -- she was sure Laskey would not see the evident humour in this. He wasn't known for taking the teachers' side. Judy sat up just in time, as Laskey poked his head in.
"My, you're working late Lindsay", he bellowed. "I hope you're giving Mrs. Harrington all the answers she needs?"
As he said this, Lindsay felt Mrs. Harrington's hand reach under the desk, and up her skirt to her soft cotton panties. This caused her to jump in her seat.
"Unghh... umm.... Yes sir. Everything she needs." Lindsay tried to adjust herself in her seat to move away from the prying hand, but Judy Harrington kept her hand firmly in place, rubbing her panties right above the girl's clit. Lindsay didn't want to swat her hand away, as Principal Laskey would be sure to see this.
Much to Lindsay's horror, Laskey came further in the classroom, and started to chit chat with Judy Harrington. He didn't see the woman's right hand, stuffed under the desk, firmly rubbing Lindsay in an oh-so sensitive spot. Lindsay couldn't believe the sensations this caused to course through her body... it had been weeks since she last masturbated, and she was obviously wanton. To her dismay, her panties were getting wetter and wetter with her juices, which she was sure would be giving Mrs Harrington the wrong idea. Judy's hand was so far up Lindsay's black skirt that it actually forced the zipper on the side, causing it to rip. Shit, Lindsay thought!
Finally, Laskey backed out of the classroom, and left, saying they were the last people in the old school building, and reminding Lindsay to turn off the lights. He didn't realize Lindsay was barely listening to a word he said... all she could concentrate on was the unwelcome hand up her skirt, causing her to get light headed. As soon as Laskey was out of ear shot, Lindsay jumped up, swatting Judy's hand away.
"That is quite enough Mrs Harrington... this is totally inappropriate behaviour! I am going to call you a cab right now!" Lindsay walked briskly to the black phone on the right wall, almost next to the door Laskey just closed. In the process, she forgot about her broken zipper, and cursed to herself as her skirt fell to her ankles. She couldn't be bothered to pick it up at the moment, almost not conscious of how erotic she most look in her white cotton lace panties, dripping with her own juices.
She picked up the phone to call, put no sooner did she punch the first digit that she felt Mrs Harrington's arms wrap around her, and softly squeeze her small sized breasts through her shirt.
"There's no need to do that my dear..." she purred, her mouth inches away from Lindsay's ear. "I am quite happy where I am. I think if you let yourself go, you'd be quite happy too."
With that, Judy's tongue reached out and traced its way softly along Lindsay's earlobe. Her breasts and her ears were always particularly sensitive erogenous zones, so the combination of the two together almost made her faint. She dropped the phone, lost in the instant, only faintly hearing it bang as it smacked against the black board.
"That's it..." Judy purred, forcible grabbing Lindsay by the shoulders, spinning her around, and pressing her back against the black board. "Just let yourself go..." She mashed her mouth against the young teacher's, forcing her tongue in. Lindsay tried to open her mouth to protest, only letting more of Judy's tongue in in the process. As one of Judy's hands reached up and grabbed Lindsay by her brown hair, pulling her in closer, the other reached down and ripped her shirt open, exposing her white cotton bra. Each motion seemed to make Judy more excited... like her prey was increasingly in reach. Lindsay could feel her almost moaning into her mouth. For her part, Lindsay's mind was full of contradictions. This was so wrong, so inappropriate, and she swore she wasn't a lesbian.... But the woman knew exactly where to touch her, and was heating her up like no man ever had.
As her tongue plundered Lindsay's mouth, and her hand held her head so she couldn't squirm away, Judy aptly un-did her bra with her free hand, quickly removing it. Lindsay's nipples hardened as they were exposed to the fresh air, increasing the girl's sense of arousal. As Judy held her and kissed her, her fingers softly rolled each nipple and pinched it. Wave after wave of pleasure moved through her... she struggled to keep her wits about her, swearing she would ask Mrs Harrington to leave as soon as she got a fresh breath. Mrs Harrington never gave her the chance though... she would pull away for a second, and then mash her mouth over Lindsay's the moment she started to speak.
Expertly, her hand continued its descent, now sliding into Lindsay's panties to rub her now very wet pussy and hard clit. She trailed kisses, hot, wet and slobbery all down Lindsay's neck. While Lindsay knew she should bolt, the pleasure was unreal, and her legs were feeling weak. She glanced down, and was overcome by the erotic site before her. The older woman's dirty blond hair had now come undone, and was flowing freely as she licked and sucked her way down to Lindsay's sensitive nipples. Her mouth soon sucked the right nipple in, causing Lindsay to emit a loud, gutteral moan... "unghhhhhh....". Then there was the site of seeing another woman's hand stretched through the wet cotton of her panties. It was so hot seeing this hand in her soaked panties, desperately massaging and rubbing her clit She was going to cum any moment, until her legs collapsed and she fell to the padded floor.
Mrs Harrington didn't waste a minute crawling over to her... almost moaning "Let me lick you Lindsay... I want to taste you." For Christ's sake, the woman was almost licking her lips, like a lion devouring its prey. Lindsay's mind zoomed back to consciousness, and her inhibitions came over her again. The thought of another woman licking her there seemed so wrong... even though she knew she was so in heat.
She began to crawl backwards, unaware of where she was going. "No... please now... ", she muttered, "I'm not ready for that...."
"Oh come now, my dear, I promise to stop if you don't like it..." Mrs Harrington begged, chasing after her.
Suddenly, Lindsay's back smacked into a hard object. She turned around and realized that she had crawled right into the toy house. Mrs Harrington was inches away, so Lindsay crawled into the little house, and tried to move back out the window before Judy Harrington got to her. Quickly, she pushed her long, slender body through the window, and got about half way through until.... Shit! Her hips were slightly too wide, and was stuck!
"Help! Get me out of here!" she shouted. Instead, she felt Mrs Harrington's hands rub her ass through her panties, moaning to herself... "God what a beautiful ass... ohh I want to lick you..."
Lindsay tried to wiggle herself free, but to no avail. She shrieked as she felt Judy ease her panties off, exposing her bare ass and wet pussy to the classroom. She didn't have much time to think until she felt Judy's tongue begin to lick and trace its way around her asshole.
"Mrs Harrington!" she exclaimed. "What are you.... Unggghhhhhh..... doing..." her voice trailed off, protests soon replaced by moans of uncontrollable, gutteral pleasure. Nobody had ever licked her there, and the sensations were out of this world. She could feel one hand kneading her ass cheeks, as the other reached down furiously rubbed her exposed clit.
"Cum for me.... Ohhh please cum for me..." Mrs Harrington begged, in a lust drunk haze. Her tongue began to slide in and out of Lindsay's asshole, causing the girl to squirm. Her long, slender body was now dripped in sweat. She had given up trying to escape... her submissive side gave in, and she was victim to the waves of sensual pleasure taking over her body. She supported her upper body with both hands on the floor, tossing her hair back as if a guy was screwing her from behind. "Unggghhhh..... shit...... ohhhhhhh...." She cried out, as it seemed like Judy's entire tongue was sliding in and out of her ass. "Mrs Harrington.... You dirty BITCH!"
Lindsay began to squirm harder, buck, moan.... Her arms collapsed beneath her, and she rested her head on the padded floor as Judy gripped her ass cheeks tights and licked, sucked, anything to make this young beauty cum.
"Oh God... if you don't stop, I think I'm going to cum...." Lindsay screamed out.
Insistently, Mrs Harrington licked, fingered until Lindsay could take no more...
"AHHHHHHH!!! UNGGHHHHH!!!! FUCK!!!"
Lindsay cried out as wave after wave of powerful orgasm swept over her, and her body went limp. She had never, EVER felt anything like this. As she enjoyed the brief calm, she realized that Mrs Harrington had gotten up, moved in front of her, and started to slip out of her summer dress.
"My turn my dear....."
TO BE CONTINUED