After my hands-on experience with Mrs. Harding, I couldn’t help but think of her a lot. As much as I enjoyed pleasuring her, I wanted more than that. I was beating myself up over why I didn’t ask for her number. I was looking to find her again, outside the view of any of her and my friends. I looked for her at closing time. Unfortunately, I could not find her in and outside of the pub.
The next day I started searching for her on all social media platforms, but there was no trace of her. I drove past the college but did not spot her anywhere near it. Then I realised, I didn’t try LinkedIn! It was easy to find as we had plenty of mutual connections there. I requested to connect there, and when she accepted, we talked, and I eventually managed to get her number.
We were messaging a lot over the next few days, which turned into some sexting at times. I often mentioned to her tongue-in-cheek, how I got her off, but she never returned the favour.
There was this one day when Mrs Harding messaged me asking where I was at that point. She was about to go on her lunch break and asked if I could get to her there and then, at her place of work. I thought about it, but I wasn’t sure if I had enough time to drive to her, but my penis decided to speak for me.
“Of course, I can!” I spurted out, before even thinking about how or when I’d be at her location.
I rushed over there despite all the traffic and lack of parking in the area. I had to park quite far away, so for the rest of the journey, I ran on foot.
I eventually got there and with about twenty minutes of her lunch break to spare. Outside the building, I spotted her small slim body, long brunette hair, pretty face, with blue eyes. She spotted me and signaled with her hand for me to hurry and follow her. Mrs Harding had a white shirt on, tights underneath a black skirt. The place was busy with students of all ages, so I guess I just fit in like another student.
I followed Mrs Harding into her office.
“What took you so long? I thought you were nearby?” she asked.
“I’m so sorry, the traffic was horrendous,” I said, with sweat dripping down my forehead.
She mentioned we didn’t have much time. As soon as we entered her office and she put the blinds down, I wanted to make every minute count. I pushed her against her desk, knocking over a lamp and some books. We started making out on top of it. I lifted her skirt and put my hand between her legs, I could feel the wetness through her tights. I was rubbing her pussy over her clothes as she undid the top few buttons of her shirt. Her bra was still hooked on, but she pulled it down to expose her light brown nipples. I cupped a boob with my hand and started sucking on her nipple.
“I have a class soon,” She muttered, glancing at the clock.
Mrs Harding stopped me and got off the desk. She tugged down on my jeans, suggesting I undo my belt as she was trying to pull them down. As soon as my jeans dropped to my ankles, she pulled my boxers down instantly. She lay down a jacket on the floor to support her knees as she got down. She proceeded to grab the end of my cock just above my balls with her tiny hands. She sucked like a woman that was hungry for cum.
I could feel her warm slippery mouth on the head of my penis; then, slowly, I could see myself disappearing in her mouth. Her hands would occasionally move up and down close to her lips; her saliva provided the perfect lube. My legs started to weaken, and I had to use her head along with the wall behind me for balance.
“I think I’m going to cum,” I whispered loudly.
Her innocent cute eyes looked up at me as if to tell me she wanted it in her mouth. My knees were getting weak, and my hamstrings were giving way. Her hands were gripping even tighter on my penis. I let out a moan, trembled, twitched, and then squirted multiple shots in her mouth. She kept me in her mouth until I released myself fully.
“Oh my!” I said, breathless, as I took a seat on the desk.
I pulled my trousers back up. Mrs Harding adjusted her clothes and fixed her hair ready for her next class. She unlocked the door showing me the way out
“Next time, I expect you to make up for this being late,” she said with a smirk.
