I don’t have the chance to speak to Abi during class on Friday. The lesson is set aside for a mock exam, but we exchange knowing smiles as she comes into the room, looking sensational, as ever. Her hair is down around her shoulders today, her breasts as pert as ever in her tight white blouse, separated by her tie.
The purple plaid miniskirt seems shorter than usual, and her legs are on full show as she had elected not to wear her usual over-knee socks.
The room is silent for the majority of the time, and the students work diligently through the paper, save for the occasional cough, sneeze, or yawn.
The storm outside that is raging lashes the windows with sheets of horizontal rain, and the wind whistles around the old building.
Abi keeps looking up at me occasionally, smiling in that cheeky way of hers, perhaps in anticipation of what might happen after the lesson finishes.
As the bell rings out to signal home time, any chance of another extracurricular encounter is dashed by the arrival of the headteacher at the door.
I notice the disappointment on her face as he ushers her and her classmates out of the room.
“Good afternoon, I would like to go through the details of the upcoming trip if that is convenient.” He booms in a voice slightly too loud for our proximity.
He is referring to the upcoming field trip to Stratford-Upon-Avon, where I would be supervising a group of my students (including Abi) on a visit, culminating in a trip to the theatre to see a Shakespeare production.
We go through the itinerary in fine detail, and maddeningly slowly, confirming transport, ticket allocations, and accommodation arrangements, ensuring that we have all the signed permission slips and emergency contact details from parents, as well as enough hotel rooms for each student. It was decided that each student should have their own room and a curfew time of 10:30 pm when all students should be in their rooms. Due to it being a relatively small group of 15 (it was optional for the sixth-form students to attend), I was the only member of staff needed on the trip.
I started to think this unscheduled meeting would never end as my watch ticked towards 4.30 pm, but eventually, his lordship declared he was happy and wished me all the best for the weekend and left me in peace. I gather up my things, switch off the classroom lights, and make my way downstairs, through the deserted corridors, dash to my car through the rain, start the engine, and head for home.
I hadn’t gone far when I spotted a familiar figure by the side of the road standing sheltering in a bus stop, her short bright purple plaid skirt, bare legs, and black Converse trainers giving her no protection from the biblical rain. Even though the rain is pouring, her smile acts like some kind of beacon to me. I slow down and stop just beyond the bus stop and look in my mirror to see Abi walking up to my car. She opens the back door and gets in.
“Ah, my own personal Uber driver,” she says with a smile, dumping her bag on the floor of the car and taking off her coat.
“Drive on, please,” she says with an authoritative tone to her voice and a regal wave.
I grin, swivel around, and drive off thinking, ‘Beauty, brains, AND a sense of humour, I’ve hit the jackpot.’
Not long after pulling away from the bus stop, she starts giving me directions.
“You do realise we’re going the wrong way to get you home?” I mentioned to her, as I knew her address from the field trip forms.
“We’re going somewhere else first…” she says with a relaxed, breathy tone to her voice.
I hear her sigh, glance in the rear-view mirror, and can’t believe my eyes.
She is sitting in the middle of the backseat, eyes closed, with her skirt hitched up, her black panties pulled to one side, slowly massaging her clit with two fingers on her right hand.
I quickly flick my eyes back to the road and just avoid hitting the kerb; such is the distraction.
‘This girl is something else,’ I think, grinning and shaking my head in disbelief.
I drive on a little longer, heading towards the edge of town, the rain continuing to lash down, the wipers struggling to keep the windscreen clear of the torrential downpour.
My eyes flick back to the rearview mirror. Abi is still touching herself, her fingers now inside her pussy, her mouth slightly open, eyes closed, and her left hand caressing her breasts through a gap in her blouse.
My attention is suddenly taken by a police car directly behind us.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
“What’s wrong, Sir?” She enquires coyly, “Are you getting a little distracted?”
“There’s a police car behind us,” I reply with an edge to my voice.
I always got anxious whenever this happened. I had never been pulled over, rarely exceeded the speed limit, and had nothing to hide… most of the time.
But today, how could I explain why one of my students was masturbating in the back seat of my car?
They would want to know where we were going and why I was driving her in the opposite direction of her house, heading out of town.
She took charge, suddenly telling me to take the next left, then turn right after a few hundred metres, then left again.
I dare not go too fast or too slow in case it draws attention to us, and I can’t bring myself to look in the rear-view mirror either.
After a few minutes, she tells me to turn left again, off the main road onto a gravel track, and to pull over when I get to a small layby near the side of the track around the next bend.
I do as instructed.
We both look back through the rear window and wait in silence.
Several minutes pass, and as it becomes clear that the police car has not followed us, I breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe it never had been; perhaps it was just going the same way for those few minutes, part of a regular patrol route.
The rain continues to fall on the roof of the car, though the overhanging trees provide some shelter.
I look at Abi, her plaid skirt still hitched up, her perfect thighs on show, teasing the perfect ass just out of sight.
She turns to face me and smiles, undoes her seatbelt, and leans forward, resting her elbows on the back of the front seats.
“Alone at last,” she says, and then reaches out, takes hold of my tie, and gently pulls me toward her. Our lips meet, and we kiss, fireworks exploding in my head and loins.
This girl is getting under my skin. Whether it’s her or the danger or something else, I can’t be sure, but I have it bad for her.
Breaking off from the kiss, she sits back, opens her legs, and suggests, “Why don’t you join me in the back?”
I open the driver’s door, large drops of rain falling on my jacket sleeve, scramble out, shut the door, then quickly open the back door and climb in next to her, slamming the door behind me with a dull thud.
“You’re keen,” she says with a giggle, “Now come here.”
She lifts herself over my legs to straddle me and immediately starts kissing me, holding my face in her hands, her damp hair tickling my face, grinding herself on my hardening cock.
I gently tuck her hair behind her ears, then move my hands down to caress her ass, as the car windows begin to steam up.
My need for her grows by the second, and I want to see her breasts that are pressing against me. They are absolute perfection, firm yet soft, and fit perfectly in my hands.
I reach up and start to undo the buttons of her blouse. She rests her forehead against mine, looking into my eyes.
“You really love my tits, don’t you?” she asks with a giggle.
“I want you, right here, right now,” I say, gazing into her eyes.
We lock lips again, our tongues dancing together, excitement and anticipation swirling around in my head.
I finally get the last button undone, and she wriggles out of her blouse with my help. I start to tease her, running my hands around under the bra straps on her shoulders. She reaches around and expertly unhooks the bra.
I slide the straps off her shoulders, and her breasts are exposed, bisected by her school tie, her nipples already hard as bullets.
I toss the bra onto the backseat next to us and take her left breast in my mouth. She groans softly as my tongue gently explores her hard nipple.
She grinds on my hard cock, the fabric of our clothing rubbing against each other as I firmly grip her ass cheeks.
After a minute or so, I move on to her right breast; Abi runs her hands through my hair as I do so, still grinding herself on my cock. I come up for air.
“I need to suck you, right now,” she says, sliding off me onto the floor.
I unbuckle my belt, lift myself up off the seat, and slide my trousers and boxers down. The humid atmosphere in the car has turned her hair incredibly frizzy.
She sweeps it over her head out of the way and starts to suck my cock. Her left hand disappears underneath her skirt, but I can hear her fingering herself again and starting to moan, slightly muffled by my cock in her mouth.
I lean my head back on the headrest and close my eyes. This is bliss.
The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and I am in heaven. After a few minutes, Abi pulls my cock out of her mouth and whispers, “I want you inside me.”
She climbs back up to straddle me again, her skirt hitched up, still wearing her black thong.
She kisses me again, and I reach down and direct my cock to her waiting pussy, pulling her soaking-wet thong aside with the other hand.
She lowers herself onto my cock; her pussy is slick, and she slides all the way down my cock effortlessly.
“Oh my God, you’re so hard right now,” she breathes.
She starts to grind on my cock in a circular motion, then starts sliding her pussy up and down it. It feels so good that in less than a minute of her doing this, I warn her I’m getting close to cumming.
She again leans her forehead against mine, looking me right in the eyes.
“We’re going to cum together, ok?” she whispers.
“Ok,” I agree, excited at the thought of being able to fill her up for the first time, but worried at the same time.
“I’m on the pill now,” she says, obviously detecting the hint of concern in my expression.
Abi quickens her grinding and sliding, starting to pant with effort. I have one hand on her left ass cheek, the other squeezing her right breast and rubbing her nipple with my thumb.
“Oh God, fuck, this is so good; I’m going to cum. Cum with me, Sir. CUM WITH ME!” She shouts, her eyes now closed as she gets close.
She is bouncing up and down on me so quickly now, slamming down onto my cock, her pussy slick with her juices.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” I almost shout as she continues to go for it, then I explode in her pussy. I push my hips up into her, spraying my cum deep inside her, which triggers her orgasm.
I can feel her pussy contracting around my spasming cock, her legs shaking on either side of my hips and her moaning loudly as her climax consumes her and my cock continues to shoot cum inside her.
Her orgasm finally subsides, and she collapses on me, completely spent, resting her head on my chest and taking deep breaths.
I caress her warm cheek and kiss her gently on her forehead as my cock slowly softens, still inside her.
We sit there for several minutes, recovering until our breathing returns to normal.
“That was amazing,” she says, slowly lifting herself up and off my cock.
As it slides out, a mass of my cum dribbles out of her, dripping onto the car seat and my legs.
“Sorry about the mess…but it’s your fault, really!” she laughs.
We both clean up using a box of tissues I keep in the car. The windows are almost opaque now; they are so steamed up from the atmosphere within the car.
“I guess I’d better take you home,” I say with a slight note of disappointment.
“Yes, I suppose so,” she replies, then looks at her phone.
“Shit! I’m so late; 5 missed calls! My dad will kill me. Quick, let’s go before the police come back.”
I shoot her a look of mock exasperation.
We both get into the front of the car; I turn on the air conditioning as she tidies up her post-sex hair, and after a few minutes, when the windows have cleared, I set off.
I drive her home, dropping her off around the corner from her impressive house in one of the nicest parts of town.
Thankfully, the rain has now stopped, but the light of the day is fading fast, and the clouds threaten another imminent downpour.
She looks around before giving me a quick kiss, then again when she gets out.
As she walks away, she turns round to give me a smile and a cute little wave before disappearing round the corner.
I sit there for a minute or so grinning to myself and then head for home, already looking forward to the next time I get to see my favourite student.