I drive through the gate of the school where I teach to get some documents from my computer. It is 3:30 pm on a Friday afternoon. The school is deserted except for Carol’s car. Carol is a dear colleague and very good friend of mine.
As a rule the front door is always locked for security reasons and all staff members have their own keys. I am therefore not surprised to find it locked. I unlock the door, enter the building and lock the door behind me. I walk to my office which is adjacent to Carol’s. As I walk past Carol’s office, I notice her standing in front of her computer, printing some stuff. I sneak up behind her and give her a hefty smack on the butt. She gets a hell of a fright and lets out a loud scream as she flies around.
‘You! I should have guessed!’ she hisses as she literally starts attacking me. ‘Out! Get out of here, you wicked man!’ she shouts, pounding my shoulder with her tiny fists.
I laugh and walk to my office. I copy the files I need onto my flash drive and shut down my computer. I lock my office and walk past Carol’s door. She is still standing in front of the computer. She is wearing a light pink summer dress with floral prints. I admire her awesome figure for a while. My eyes run up those sexy, long legs over her firm apple shaped butt, then to her slender back, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, the latter covered by a fine spray the sexiest freckles. Her husband, Tim, is a lucky guy. What I’d give to be her husband just for a day…
I walk into her office and sit down behind her on her office chair. She ignores me. She leans forward to adjust the printer. The dress tightens over her ass. I cannot resist the temptation and place one hand on her ass cheek. No response. I gently stroke her ass and am surprises at how smoothly her dress slides over her silky panties. Still no reaction from her. I put both hands on her ass cheeks and gently kneed them. It does not seem to bother her. I slip my one hand between her ass cheeks and run it gently up and down the cleft of her firm ass. Only when I run my fingers past her asshole up to the point where I am sure I can feel the soft plumpness of her pussy, does she stand up. She pushes my hand away gently but firmly, not saying a word.
I drop my left hand and place it on the inside of her knee under her dress. Amazingly, she seems to be OK with it! I get bolder and run my hand up the inside of her soft, silky thigh. As my hand approaches the junction between her thighs, she reaches behind her and blocks my hand with hers.
‘Don’t…’ she whispers. It is the first word she said since I have re-entered the office.
I drop my hand back to the inside of her knee and rest it there until she is comfortable with it again. Then I slowly stroke the back of her thigh with light up and down motions. She carries on printing her documents in silence, her back towards me.
I let my hand creep higher and higher up the back of her thigh until I can feel the silky material of her panties. I pause, waiting for reaction. There is none.
I place my hand on her firm panty cladded ass cheek and stroke it gently. I look at her. Her face appears flushed, her mouth slightly open. She does not look at me at all. Is she really still mad at me?
I make my next move. I slide my thumb and forefinger under the lower elastics of both legs of her panties. I pull her panties gently but firmly up the crack of her ass. A perfect wedgie! Slightly startled, she reaches behind her and puts her hand on mine over her dress.
‘It’s OK…’, I whisper. She slowly lets go of my hand and carries on with her work. I gently stroke her bare butt cheeks. She leans forward to pick up a sheet of paper from behind the printer. This motion causes her pussy to push outwards and I take advantage of it to let my fingers slide over those glorious puffy lips. Is it my imagination or did I detect a little dampness down there..?
‘No!’ She jumps up and pulls my hand out from under her dress. ‘Please… Let’s not tempt fate. We’re both married.’
I stand up and put my arms around her from behind. I cup her right breast with my hand while my other hand slides lightly over the mound of her pussy over her dress. ‘Please… Let’s stop this while we can. It can only lead to disaster..’ she warns.
I put my hands firmly on her shoulders and push her forward gently, forcing her lean on the desk with her hands. Her firm butt shows off perfectly under the sheer fabric of her dress.
I put my hand on her breast again. She does not respond. I slip my hand into her dress and cup the warm, firm flesh of her breast in my hand. She is not wearing a bra. She does not need to. She puts her hand on mine to restrict the movement, but makes no attempt to remove my hand from her breast.
I drop my other hand and stroke the inside of her thigh. Again I let my hand roam higher and higher until I reach the firm roundness of her naked butt. Her panties are still wedged between her ass cheeks. I caress her bare butt. She doesn’t resist. She removes her hand from mine and leans on both hands. Her head hangs down, her fiery red hair cascading over her face onto the desk. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open. I can hear her breathing.
I gently tug on her nipple while running my other hand over her butt. She moans softly. I gently push her legs open with my knee. She spreads her feet slightly. I let go of her breast and put both hands on her butt. I slowly lift her dress and gather it above her panties with my left hand. My eyes drop to her flawless pale white ass. What a sight!
By now my aching hard dick is begging for release from the confinement of my pants. Without her noticing, I pull down my zipper with my other hand and take my dick out of my pants. It arches upwards, more than content with its new-found freedom.
Carol is standing motionless, her pale white buttocks looking very inviting. I spread her feet further apart with my foot. I run my fingernails lightly over her naked butt. She shudders and almost immediately I can feel the goose pimples spreading under my hands. She is really enjoying this!
I move my hand down between her thighs again. I move it up until I almost touch her pussy. I can feel her body tense up in anticipation. Then I move my hand down her thigh again, only to repeat the process again and again. Teasing, teasing but not touching. She moans softly again, her warm ass squirming under my touch.
Then I make my move. I swiftly move my hand between her thighs and cup her panty clad pussy. She lets out a loud groan and jumps at my touch.
‘Please…’ she whimpers. I’m not sure if she’s pleading with me to stop or to continue. She makes a futile effort to get up. I push her down, firmly but gently. She succumbs and leans her head on her forearms on the desk, her naked butt protruding, her plump pussy filling up the hollow of my hand.
I gently kneed and stroke her pussy through her panties from behind. The crotch of her panties is sopping wet! She moans and squirms under my hand. My cock hovers impatiently over her ass.
I let go of her pussy and move my hand around her over her silky soft belly. I slip my fingers into the front of her panties. It gets entangled in a lush bush of pubic hair. My middle finger finds the top of her slit. I lightly brush it over her protruding clit. She moans and writhes under my hand.
I move my other hand to the front of her chest and start unbuttoning her dress, still stimulating her clit. She makes no attempt to stop me. I free her braless breasts from the dress and cup the left one in my hand. I gently roll her nipple between my fingers while caressing her cunt.
I move my middle finger further down into the wetness of her slit. She stiffens in anticipation. I easily find the moist entrance to her pussy and slip my finger all the way into her vagina. She moans loudly. I finger her pussy gently while tugging on her nipple. Her lower body is rocking against the motion of my hand. She whimpers as if in a trance. Her eyes are still closed. It is as if she refuses to look at me or talk to me for some reason.
Still fingering her pussy, I let go of her breast and pull the back of her panties over her round ass, exposing her plump pussy in all its pink glory! I pull my finger from her slick slit and spread her pussy lips with my fingers, opening it up nicely while stroking her clit with my index finger. Then I slip the index and middle fingers of my other hand effortlessly into her dripping wet pussy from behind. She whimpers and moves her ass rhythmically against my hand as I finger fuck her. Her eyes are still closed as she rests her head on her forearms.
Then I decide it is show time! I snuggle up behind her. I have to bend my knees a little to line my dick up with the entrance of her pussy. She appears blissfully unaware of my rock hard exposed dick and my intentions. Still fingering her with two fingers, I take the head of my dick between the other three, stroking my dick and fingering her pussy at the same time. I finger her with increasingly shallower strokes until my fingers slip out of her cunt. Almost immediately I place the swollen head of my dick against her soft, warm wetness. Opening her slit a little more with my fingers, I push gently. The soft, wet folds of her pussy engulf the head of my dick. I push harder and feel the velvety grip of her vagina around my dick as it snakes into her love hole. Then I feel my balls press against her pubic bone. I’m all the way inside her!
She remains motionless for a second or three. Then it hits her!
‘No!’ she almost screams as she realizes what is happening. She opens her eyes and tries to pull away from me. But there is no way I’m going to allow her to get away at this stage. I put both hands on her hips and pull her lower body up against mine, keeping the whole length of my dick firmly buried inside her pussy.
‘Please! For God’s sake! You can’t do this to me!’ she cries.
Now it is my turn to remain silent. I do not move. I just hold her hips with my dick buried inside her.
‘John, please! I beg you!’ she pleads. ‘Stop this madness!’
I remain silent, concentrating only on holding her bucking rump still so that my dick remains inside her.
She struggles in vain, but her struggling only causes my dick to move in and out of her pussy. Slowly the struggling subsides. Could this be a sign of surrender? Or is she merely giving up her struggle to avoid my dick moving around in her pussy?
We stand motionless in this position, my hands still gripping her firmly at the hips. She lies on her forearms again, her chest heaving as she breathes heavily.