I am tingling with anticipation about the field trip to Stratford-upon-Avon with my students, not because of the Shakespeare play but because of the possibility of being alone with Abi in my hotel room afterwards. Our steamy encounter in the back of my car the previous week had only furthered my desire for her, and she occupies my mind most of the time now.
I carefully select my clothes for the trip – my best jeans, t-shirts, and even aftershave – before taking them out of my bag again, thinking it is probably a bad idea.
The group heading off on the trip is scheduled to meet in the school car park outside the sports hall at 9:30 am on Thursday morning. The coach is due to arrive at 9:45 am, and we are to be on our way no later than 10 am. We would stop for lunch at Stafford Services, then hope to arrive in Stratford-Upon-Avon by 2 pm for a tour of Shakespeare’s house, then onto a McDonald’s for dinner.
Following that, we would walk to the hotel to check in, have a short study session, and then get ready for the evening performance at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre. The trip is an annual outing that the school has run for years, and usually, there was a small group of students from the lower and upper sixth forms who chose to attend.
This year, 15 students and I are attending, so I would have my hands full keeping an eye on them all and making sure they represented the school in the right way. Whether I would be representing the school in the right way that night at the hotel with Abi around was anyone’s guess.
I arrive at school just after 9 am and collect the tickets for tonight’s performance from the school office, along with copies of the permission slips, emergency contact information, and details of our overnight accommodation, a cheap but cheerful Premier Inn a short walk from the theatre.
The students start to arrive and begin to mingle outside the sports hall, talking excitedly, but there is no sign of Abi.
It got to 9:55 am, and I was starting to get worried and not looking forward to going on the trip without the star performer, so to speak.
A large SUV suddenly pulled into the car park, and Abi jumped out of the front passenger seat, looking stunning as ever, dressed in skinny black jeans that clung to her toned legs and ass.
She is also wearing a red checked lumberjack-style shirt with a grey t-shirt/vest underneath. Her hair was as glossy as ever, styled in a French plait to the right side of her head.
She seems annoyed at something, slamming the car door and walking briskly towards the coach, dragging her overnight bag along the rough tarmac of the car park.
“You OK, Abi?” someone asks.
“Yeah, just my dad being a Class A dick,” she replies with a shake of her head.
“Right then, ladies and gentlemen, our transport awaits. Let’s get going,” I say to the group.
As I herd them towards the coach, Abi, who is at the back of the queue, turns towards me, gives me a quick smile and a little wave, then climbs up the steps of the coach.
I am close behind, and she looks round smiling as I admire her pert ass. It takes all my willpower not to reach out and touch it. The class spread out on the coach and could have a double seat each if they wanted to.
They chattered away throughout the journey, which was refreshing to see and hear. I had been expecting 15 zombies staring at their phones for the duration.
I was sitting on my own at the front, switching between reading a novel and listening to music, watching the motorway miles go by.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I smile as I see it is a message from Abi; it reads, “Can’t wait for tonight ;)”
I replied with a winking face and a message saying, “I’m sure the play will be great and the encore even better,” then went back to my book.
The journey passed without incident, and we managed not to lose anyone at the services, and we arrived at Shakespeare’s house earlier than expected.
I give the students 30 minutes to have a walk around the town centre, or to get a coffee, with instructions to meet outside at 3 pm for our tour.
The tour was interesting, helped by an enthusiastic and engaging guide, and the students seemed to enjoy it, as did I.
At one point in the tour, I am standing right next to Abi, our shoulders touching, and I feel like we are the only people in the room.
She reaches for my hand and places it on her pert ass cheek. I smile and give it a gentle squeeze before slowly removing it. This girl is dangerous!
We leave around 4 pm, have a bite to eat at McDonald’s, then walk to the hotel to check in. We convene in a meeting room at the hotel and have a brief discussion about the visit and our expectations for that night’s performance.
Around 5.30 pm, I let them go to their rooms for some free time and requested the students meet outside the hotel at 7 pm, ready to walk to the theatre for the 7:30 pm start time.
I have a shower and get changed, then lie on my bed watching TV before heading downstairs shortly before 7 pm, the tickets safe in my coat pocket.
I do a quick head count, then we head for the theatre. I take my seat next to Abi just as the lights dim.
After a few minutes with the action on stage well underway, I feel something brush my thigh, and my heart skips a beat.
I look down in the darkness and see a hand, Abi’s hand, a silver ring around her index finger glinting in the darkness.
I glance out of the corner of my eye. She is looking at the stage, but with a smile on her face.
Her hand moves down the inner part of my thigh, her little finger gently brushing against my cock.
I start to harden quickly, Abi keeps stroking my cock then leans towards me slightly and whispers in my ear “I’m so horny, I wish we could slip back to the hotel.”
We managed to keep calm for the rest of the show, and the performance was of a high standard, though I don’t remember much of it thanks to Abi.
I’m not a huge Shakespeare fan; I prefer modern fiction, dystopian novels really, but the curriculum has our hands tied to some extent, and the students also seem to enjoy it.
After leaving the theatre, we head to a bar, and I treat the students to a round of drinks.
I leave them to it, reminding them they need to be back in their hotel rooms by 10:30 pm and to be in reception by 9 am for the journey home in the morning.
I return to the hotel alone, walking through the busy streets, still busy with tourists.
I have a pint on my own in the hotel bar, then retire to my room, sitting up in bed wearing just my boxers to watch TV and wait.
Around 11 pm, there is a soft knock at the door.
My heart starts racing; I flick the TV off, get up from the bed, walk to the door, and look through the peephole.
It is Abi. I quietly open the door, grab her hand, and gently pull her into the room, closing the door softly behind me.
The students’ rooms were all grouped down the hall, with my room being separated from them by 3 other rooms, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
“Ooh, I like it when you are rough,” she says with a grin before putting her arms around my neck and kissing me like she hadn’t seen me for months.
I grab at her ass hungrily, lifting her off the ground. She hooks her legs around me, and I carry her to the bed, laying her down gently with her legs wrapped around me, still kissing her. We lie next to each other on the bed, my hands running over her chest, down to her hips, then her ass as we kiss.
“I think you should get naked,” I suggest.
“Aren’t you going to help me?” She says, laughing.
She undoes the button on her jeans and unzips them, then stands up. I turn her round so her back is to me and slide her jeans down slowly, kissing her bare ass cheeks.
“That’s so nice,” she gasps, watching me over her shoulder.
I continue to press my face against her as she slips her Converse sneakers off and steps out of her jeans.
I stand up, tilt her chin upwards, and kiss her again.
She has taken her hair out of the plait she had earlier, and it is now held up by a large hair clip.
I pull it out, and her glossy hair tumbles down to her shoulders.
I sweep it back behind her ears and kiss the earlobes gently, moving down her neck and then to her mouth.
“Is it me, or has it got a lot hotter in here?” She smiles and fans her face.
My cock is already straining to get out of my boxers, but I take my time, sliding her shirt off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
I start to lift her grey t-shirt up and over her breasts, and she raises her arms, letting it slip up effortlessly off to reveal her bra.
“You next,” she says, her eyes bright with desire.
She reaches to my hips and starts to pull my boxers down, my cock springing out of them like a coiled spring.
Her face lights up, and then I do a little kind of shuffle to get my boxes to fall; she almost doubles over with laughter, covering her mouth to stifle it.
I reach for her and hold her close, my cock poking into her toned stomach.
I kiss her again and caress her bare ass cheeks as she bends over backward slightly.
She pushes me backward towards the bed, and I sit down.
Abi stands over me, then reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, slowly sliding one arm out, then the other, revealing them in all their glory.
She turns round and backs up towards me, lowering herself between my legs, resting her hands on my knees, my cock nestling between her ass cheeks, and starts to grind on me. I reach around her and caress her breasts, gently squeezing them but avoiding touching her nipples.
I fall backward onto the bed, pulling her with me, and she continues to grind on me whilst I play with her left breast with my left hand.
I run my right hand over her toned stomach, enjoying how smooth her skin is, and then I edge closer to the hem of her thong. I tease her by lifting it with my fingers, running them along the edge, and then moving back to caressing her stomach.
She turns her head and kisses me. “I like it when you tease me,” she says breathlessly.
I carry on with my teasing, but then my hand goes lower and lower, under the hem and inside her panties. She holds her breath as I gently touch her clit. She takes hold of my hand and pushes it against her harder, and then I slip a finger inside her pussy.
She gasps and continues grinding on me, my rock-hard cock still between her ass cheeks, but now her movements are such that she is fucking my finger.
She slides up and down, starting to pant, my finger slowly moving in and out of her, slick with her wetness.
“Have you ever tried a 69?” I suddenly ask.
She turns her head towards me again and smiles, “No, but I never thought you’d ask.”
She sits up suddenly and stands by the bed. I slide her thong down her flawless legs and lie down on my back. She then positions herself, knees on either side of my head, and lowers herself down.
I inhale the sweet smell of her wet pussy and lift my head to kiss and lick her clit and labia with eagerness.
She gasps, and then I feel her grasp my cock and feel the soft, wet, warm sensation of her mouth on it.
Things are quiet for a while, both of us having our mouths full of each other; at one point she raises herself on her elbows, and I can feel her rubbing the tip of my cock on her nipples.
I dart my tongue inside her pussy, sticking it in as far as I can. This causes her to ram my cock back in her mouth and pump it hard and grind herself on my mouth.
After a couple of minutes of this, she suddenly starts moaning, and then her legs shake violently as an orgasm pulses through her body.
She sucks my cock slowly, and then I hear her say, “Oh God, that was intense. I’m so tired, but I need you to fuck me.”
She rolls off me and lies down on her back, eyes closed but with a big smile on her face.
I don’t waste any time and climb on top of her; she opens her legs wide to reveal her pussy.
I hold my cock against her clit and rub it up and down, enjoying how wet she feels.
Abi opens her eyes and says, “I want it inside me, and don’t stop till you cum.”
I push my cock inside her; it slides in effortlessly despite her being so tight, and I press my body against her.
She wraps her legs around me, and I start thrusting firmly.
I take hold of her wrists and pin them to the bed.
She opens her eyes again.
“Fuck yes, fuck me hard, Sir.”
I increase the frequency of my thrusts, her pussy still as slick as butter and red hot; I feel my balls beginning to twitch, so I slow down my thrusting.
“Stop edging and fuck me hard,” she hisses, “I want you to cum inside me.”
I pick up the pace again, the bed shaking; I feel the orgasm building, and grip her wrists firmly as I thrust into her.
“Come on, Sir, cum inside me right now; cum inside this young pussy,” she whispers in my ear as I thrust away, and then with one final thrust, I push against her cervix, my cock erupting with my hot cum firing inside her.
I collapse on top of her and rest my head on the bed next to her.
“Holy shit, that was hot,” she gasps, “I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”
After a few minutes, she sits up and heads for the bathroom as I flop onto my back and look at the ceiling, bathed in the soft purple of the headboard light.
I close my eyes and smile, thinking I could die happy now.
I hear her come back out of the bathroom and watch her get dressed. I glance at my watch; it is nearly midnight.
“I’d love it if you could stay in here with me all night,” I say.
“Me too,” she says, “But I should get back to my room.”
I put my boxers on and walk to the door with her and check through the peephole; the corridor is deserted. I open the door as quietly as possible. She gives me a quick kiss and then slips out of the room. I get straight into bed, turn off the light, and lie there in the dark, thoughts swirling around my head, then I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
My phone alarm going off at 7:30 am wakes me from a dream reliving the night before, and I reach out to the bed beside me before remembering Abi had gone back to her room.
I can still smell her perfume, or whatever it is that gives her that divine scent.
I have a shower, get dressed, and then go to check out before we head off to get breakfast somewhere.
I am pleasantly surprised to find most of the students outside waiting already, including Abi.
She flashes her beautiful smile at me, and my heart melts.
The stragglers finally emerge from their rooms as the coach pulls up, and we head home.