I had been assigned to a new classroom, the teacher there had been dealing with the hardest class in the school and It had been determined that an extra pair of hands would not go amis. I was nervous my first time entering the school but as I approached her door I took a deep breath and pushed it open.
Stepping through the door I made to introduce myself, "hi I'm..." I managed to get out before my eyes fell on her, strict black heels lifted her from the floor, as my eyes travelled up her calves to the knee length skirt she had on. The curves of her hips and ass still clearly visible through the fabric. A large wooly jumper helped with the seasonal chill but her hair cascaded over the neck line drawing my eyes back down. I stumbled over my words as she looked up, captivated instantly by her eyes and the smile that radiated across her face as she saw me.
I stumbled over my next word and she politely gave me a second to try and get my name out before saying "it's Rory isn't it." "Oh yes, a pleasure to meet you" I managed as I shook the for from my brain. "And you're miss..." "oh just miss will be fine" she retorted with a grin and a twinkle in her eye. "Of course, miss".
"Please take a seat and tell me about yourself" I looked around but aside from her desk the only chairs were made for primary schoolers, half sized chairs and small tables everywhere. She could sense my hesitation and looked at me before saying in a firmer tone "sit". My legs folded instantly, bending my 6ft 3 frame into a miniature chair, my knees wedging themselves under a table.
That smile returned to her face and had I caught a slight bite of her lip or was I imagining things. "It's so warm in here" she said turning to face the white board behind her desk "I don't know why the school either have heating on or heating off but a little flexibility would be so welcome" she lifted the hem of her jumper, pulling it up and over her head. I watched transfixed by her ass then her back as her hair fell back down it in a waterfall over her shoulders. I realised it wasn't a skirt she had been wearing but a black dress, figure hugging in all the best ways but strict and professional. She reached up and began to pile her hair up ontop of her head, fixing it neatly with a clip that held it back and away from her face as she looked back over her shoulder at me. I was transfixed unable to move, unable to take my eyes away. I was caught in this woman's siren song and I would have done anything for her in that moment.
"So" she said abruptly turning and placing her elbows on her desk, learning forwards and putting her weight through them "what experience do you have working with teachers" my brain reeled, in that position she was bent forward over the desk, her heeled legs lifted slightly higher than the desk causing her back to arch, her dress tightly following every inch of that tantalising curve. Her hair up exposed a graceful neck that led to a plunging neckline on the dress that left nothing to my imagination as she wiggled her elbows slightly closer together. I realised I was staring and so did she, her face set in a firm stare right back at me that I didn't catch until it was too late. I knew that I had been caught and that this was not going to be a good look for my first day.
"Ok" she said slowly, her words causing a shiver of trepidation down my spine "what experience do you have working for teachers" I flushed and explained that I had none, this was my first placement and I really wanted to be any help that I could be. She stood upright walking around her desk and towards mine. This chair meant I was barely a foot off the ground as she approached, looking down at me and placing one finger on the table infront of me. "Any help you can be?" I mumbled a response "yes".
"I'm sorry in my class we answer... yes miss" and with that I was sealed. My brain tripping into another gear, one that I never thought I would experience at work and one from which I knew I was not coming back.
"And you're willing to do anything useful for me". I looked down at the desk, my fingers nervously picking at the edges, a habit I hadn't had since my own school days. "Yes miss". Her finger left my desk and touched the bottom of my chin. A slight but firm pressure lifted and pulled my chin upwards until I met her eyed "say it again". I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. Was this really happening. I summoned every ounce of will power I had to keep my voice straight as I looked into those eyes and said in as firm a tone as I could manage "yes miss"
"Excellent!" She exclaimed straightening up and stepping back away from me her demeanour instantly changing. My head reeled, surely I must have imagined that. "I'll show you exactly what I need from you" She said brightly "come on up up up". I extricated myself from the legs of the table and rose from the chair, my frame far larger than hers I looked down and she grinned again, a wide ear to ear grin that had I been thinking more clearly may have concerned me. She took walked across the room to the door and flicked the latch locking us before bounding back towards me. My eyes still mesmerised by that dress, those heels and the effortless way she wore them. Standing infront of me she looked up, she was stood close, I could smell her perfume and she was looking up at me with soulful doe eyes. We stood there for what felt like eternity but couldn't have been more than a second before she grabbed my tie and spun on her heel.
She marched back towards her desk, the sudden jerk at my neck bending me forward at the waist as I had no choice but to follow her. Spinning again she collapsed down into her chair, the high back creaking as she reclined and I noticed her legs spread wide in a powerful pose, Bracing herself back into the chair. Her hand had not released my tie as she wound it once around her own hand clenching it into a fist. "Kneel" she said in one firm command and i didn't even have to think. My legs acted on autopilot as that word echoed around my body. Folding under me and brining me to my knees infront of her "oh well done" she said with a smiling playing on her lips. "You see Rory, I have been dealing with this class for months now, I know how to get my paperwork done, I can handle my marking and my lessons are all planned. It's not easy though, infact it's a world of stress. And what I really need from an assistant is a way to reduce that stress. Will you reduce that stress for me Rory"
I nodded my head, swallowing as I tried to process what I was hearing, my mind reeling at what I was going to be asked to do for her, surely this couldn't be real. I felt a jerk at my neck "this is a one time offer, if you say no then none of this ever happened. You do your regular job and we never speak of it again, or you can say what?" I looked up meeting her eyes once again and there was nothing that would escape my lips but those two words "yes miss". She smiled, her head leaning back onto the chair "good boy" she sighed and with a tug pulled on my tie, my head being pulled forwards, between her thighs until it collided with the fabric of her dress. The pressure remained as I heard "I think you know what to do" but by now I was running on auto pilot. My hands found her calves, running my fingers upwards to her knees. My fingertips brushing over her skin and the taught muscles beneath. As they reached the knee they caught the hem of her dress and pushed it upwards, higher and higher up her thighs as she lifted her hips slightly to allow me to move it. I tilted my head to kiss at the soft skin of her inner thigh and was rewarded by another tug on the tie. Firm and commanding and pulling my head forward. My lips instead collided with fabric, a green lace tracing the contours of her thighs running up the crease of her hips. I kissed each side where skin met fabric with gusto before placing my lips firmly between her thighs, my hot breath permeating the fabric as the pressure of my mouth illicited a deep sign from above. I began to kiss there firmly and with an open mouth. The smell of her was intoxicating me and a faint wetness was present even through the fabric, the taste of which was driving me wild. I felt a cessation of the pressure at my neck and assumed I must be doing a good job. But that same hand now found my hair.
Gripping me and pulling my head back, her other hand pulled the lace to one side, exposing her to me fully. I swallowed again unable to believe what was happening. She leaned forward to look at me on my knees and said "why don't you just tuck yourself under my desk there" I saw just to my right exactly where she needed me and I awkwardly shuffled my way round. One again bending myself under a desk this time my whole body. She turned her chair to face me, her hand not leaving the tight grip on my hair, controlling me totally. She rolled the chair forwards until I was faced once again with her bare wetness and I was overcome. My head pushed forwards and there was no resistance from her. My tongue going to work to taste and savour every drop that she would give me. Big lazy circles over her began to tighten getting smaller and more directed as I found the magic spot that made he pull me tighter to her. I was In heaven and by the way I was being pulled around I hoped that she was too. Bent under her desk as she ground herself against my face biting down on a finger to avoid making too much noise as she moaned and sighed against my tongue.
And that is how I spent my first day at my new school as a teachers stress relief. |
