Miss Sparkle was the first time since I’d had kids that I was attracted to another woman other than my partner. She gave me those butterflies you get in your stomach when someone takes your breath away. I wanted her. But she was my daughter’s teacher…
Somehow I kept making excuses to pick my daughter up. I talked to her, losing myself in her eyes, trying hard not to stare and her chest. She was fun-loving, loved to talk to me about her adventures abroad and how she liked to challenge herself. I think even then she knew.
The flyer came round for sport’s day and I immediately volunteered, knowing at least I could spend some more time with her, even if it would amount to nothing. Seeing her in shorts and a tight t-shirt made it hard. Literally it made it hard.
I think she noticed my throbbing member as I helped her set up. She casually brushed passed me as we passed down the corridor nearly sending the box of bibs I was carrying flying. Afterwards she offered to buy me a drink, saying that she owed me one for all the help. My mind raced with possibilities. I dropped my daughter off quickly explaining I was headed to the pub and saw the most gorgeous pair off legs beneath the shortest summer dress you could imagine. Instantly my trousers had a challenge on their hands.
She came up to me and told me how happy she could tell I was, glancing down at the bulge she was the cause of. We talked for hours about our dreams and passions and as I left I automatically leant in for the kiss.
Parent’s evening was the next time I saw her, her smile radiant as I walked through the door. As I sat down, her stocking-clad feet relieved themselves of her high heels. Her foot worked its way up my inner thigh, finding its resting place at my bulge. Then it started teasing me.
We had fifteen minutes. I leapt up and embraced her in my arms, breathing rapidly as I worked my way down her neck. She unzipped my trousers and thrust her hand into my underwear releasing my rod, glistening with pre-cum. As her tongue worked its way up my rod I moaned softly and urged her to get ready. I undid her bra, releasing a magnificent rack upon which I had dared not gaze.
She turned around and I pulled down her thong revealing a red cherry I had to taste. I licked away, mouth dripping with her wetness. Finally it was time, the first time I would let myself go. I plunged deep inside her and thrust away, kissing her neck and gently squeezing her breasts. We didn’t last long. She toyed with her clit until her legs were shaking and I could wait no longer. I removed myself from the honeypot and exploded all over her back, drenching it with my seed. She turned to me and we went at it tongue versus tongue before we finally sat down, panting.
‘I hope you enjoyed parent’s evening,’ she said. The flicker in her eye told me this was just the beginning…
Shared with permission of ‘Miss Sparkle’ who gets excited every time someone sees her and reads all about our adventures.