She stopped in the middle of the room, it wasn't much but all I could afford.
"I have never done anything like this before, Dennis." She turned to me.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked, suddenly unsure of what to say. I had a bottle of wine.
"This isn't a date, Dennis. You sit down over there in that chair, and stay there, OK?" That was more like the Mrs. Robeson I remembered, she always had an in charge attitude in class.
I went over and sat down.
"Where is your camera?" She held out her hand.
I reached into my pocket and handed her my cell phone, she opened it and quickly scrolled through the photos. I actually would have liked to keep those, the last pic I took I had used the telephoto option and it was spectacular.
"God." She muttered, hitting the delete button. Then she threw the phone on the bed.
She stood there and looked at me.
"Well?" I asked. I halfway expected her to just leave.
She let out a sigh.
Her hands came up to her blouse, quickly tripped the buttons. She slid that along with the soft vest she wore off her shoulders, she had on a plain white bra.
Then she looked at me, already my mouth was hanging open and I had an erection so hard it was beginning to hurt.
Her hands came down and lifted the hem of her skirt, she hooked her thumbs at her hips and slid her hose and panties down, stepped out of them.
Reaching down, she turned her skirt so the catch was in front, unhooked it and dropped that also.
There Mrs. Robeson stood, naked except for her white bra.
"Well?" She asked.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"Yea, I...uhhh. Can I see your...?" I pointed at her bra.
She reached back and tripped it, slid it forward off her shoulders.
I was surprised, her tits were nowhere near as large as they looked when she was dressed, I realized there had to be a good inch of padding in there.
She stood there looking at me, I sat there looking at her. Neither one of us said a word.
"Lord you are beautiful!" I finally managed.
"Well, is this enough then?" She asked me.
"Can you maybe turn around and...bend over?" I asked. My voice was shaky now.
"You want to see my...?" Her eyes widened.
"Yea!" I grinned.
"God." She turned around, bent over and looked at me between her legs. Then she reached back and spread her butt cheeks open. I could clearly see the bead of moisture come out of her and slide slowly downward.
That was so hot my breath caught in my throat. Mrs. Robeson was showing me everything, right down to the tiny mass of flesh that bulged out alongside her puckered brown button!
I had to clench my own butt cheeks to keep from cumming in my pants.
She stood up and turned. One eyebrow went up, her eyes now had a sly look.
"Let me use your phone." She said.
Completely naked, no sign now of being concerned.
I nodded. I was trying to look at everything at once.
She picked it up, punched in some numbers. Her eyes fell on me again, a soft smile crossed her lips. I managed barely to not bring my hands up to my lap to cover the lump I was making.
"Hi, honey."
"Yes, I am here in his room."
"Nothing yet, he just wanted to..see me in exchange for the pictures."
"Yes, I am. I already did. He is sitting right here."
"I have no idea, he is still fully dressed."
"Jack, I know you do. But this is way more than...?"
"Are you sure, honey? I don't want anything to ever come between us."
"All right. But just remember, it's your idea."
"OK. About an hour I guess. I will meet you at our room. I love you." She closed the phone, tossed it on the bed.
"Stand up, Dennis." She had that firm tone in her voice again.
I stood up.
"We are going to do this." She told me.
She reached out and undid my belt, opened my jeans and tugged them down so fast it was almost a surprise. I managed to get my feet out of them without falling down as she tugged me over to the bed.
I found myself on my back, Mrs. Robeson slid up on top of me, one knee on each side. She reached down and grasped my erection, a few wriggles of her hips and I was buried inside of her.
Her insides felt puffy, sloppy wet.
Her hands came down and pinned my shoulders, her breasts were swinging back and forth. I reached up to feel them.
It would be swell to say it went on for hours and hours but it was closer to ninety seconds. By the way her belly turned red and her nipples became like little needles I was reasonably sure she got off.
I came so hard that she grunted when I blasted off.
When I calmed down, she was looking down at my face. Then she lifted up and moved over.
For perhaps two minutes she lay there on her side, breathing heavily.
"You aren't that big but god damn were you hard!" She said with a titter. Then she reached over and grasped my penis again.
She used her hands on me expertly and being young and virile, I was up for another much longer session in seconds.
I even managed to get on top that time. Mrs. Robeson had her legs spread so widely that my pubic hairs were plastered with her juices, making a squishing noise on her each time I thrust.
She whimpered at one point, her hips swinging upwards to mash against me.
Again I blasted off, it was beyond belief. Her body lifted and pressed, held there as wave after wave exploded out of me.
Sweating profusely, I pressed as firmly as I could, trying to keep my softening penis inside of her.
This was amazing! I had just got done fucking Mrs. Robeson, something I would never have even dreamed would ever happen.
Again she lay there on her side, one hand flicking my penis back and forth. I had my hand between her legs, two fingers inside of her. Her hips kept twitching upwards, she felt so good inside I wanted to just leave my hand there.
"Wow." She mumbled.
I grinned, feeling proud of myself.
"Jack has asked me several times if I would do this with someone else but I never did. Sometimes we do things like you saw, it makes him happy." She told me.
"It was fun, thank you." I told her.
She giggled at that, sitting up.
"I can't believe I just fucked one of my students! Hell, I haven't been with anyone but Jack since back in college."
She laughed again.
"I remember you from class, you were always looking at me."
"Yea, you are so beautiful I couldn't help myself."
Mrs. Robeson reached out and tousled my hair.
"You get an "A", OK?" Then she broke out in hysterics.
I lay there as she took a quick shower, came out and dried off. Naked in front of me, unconcerned.
"Amazing, that pretty little thing of yours is hard again!" She said with a titter.
I really didn't mind her saying that.
I was also thinking I wanted to fuck her some more but she got dressed and left.
"I love you." I said quietly to the closed door.
Much later on I was back downstairs, I looked over and Mrs. Robeson was coming down the escalator with her husband, holding hands. They went over to a blackjack table and sat down.
She had on a very low cut top and short skirt.
Beautiful.
It crossed my mind to wonder if she had any panties on, then she looked over and saw me, smiled broadly.
Glancing around, she saw no one was paying any attention, so she shifted in her seat to face me, spread her legs for an instant.
It was very clear that she didn't have anything on under her skirt. Her husband looked over her way and saw what she was doing, then he turned and looked directly at me.
He just grinned, reached for his cards.
I watched as she turned back to the game also.
/> They both lost that hand, the dealer slid out a new round of cards.
I wandered off. My mind was whirling.
I wanted desperately to be with Mrs. Robeson again.
The next morning I was on an airplane, headed back to the coast to gather up my few possessions, rent a van and move.
Now at my new apartment outside town, life settled in, as normal as normal can be for a single male living in a crazy city like Reno.
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Weekends I drive down to the casino, plus I visit others. I tell myself I go there to play, maybe meet someone but that's not quite true.
Looking, always looking. I never saw Mrs. Robeson again, as far as I know she is still teaching at that high school 700 long miles away.
That was evil of me, making her come to my room and undress in exchange for the pictures. Why I did that I don't know, it was all on impulse. It also was not very nice of me but I don't feel guilty.
What did happen was amazing.
The only problem is that Mrs. Robeson is my fantasy, and she probably always will be. I am still single, no other woman quite fills the bill.
Not yet, anyway.
I am not sure what I want in a woman. One that will flash in public perhaps? Oddly that idea does not turn me on yet the idea of a woman doing that for me does.
One that will go with other men? No way in hell would I like that, but Mrs. Robeson?
Married? To me, married women are off limits, yet somehow with Mrs. Robeson it was...right?
I did not fuck her, she simply fucked me. That was the most incredible thing that ever happened to me.
I have even been with a few others now, not that many.
Not one of them even came close.
Perhaps there are none like her? It has now been nearly a decade, and she is still in my head every single day.
She has to be well into her forties by now.
Maybe one day I will go home, drop in for a quick visit to my old high school.
Probably not. No point in interfering with her life, all that happened was just something that did.
My life will never be the same.
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Looking around the casino, I spotted a nicely dressed woman, she was perhaps 10 or 12 years older than me.
I sat down on the machine next to her, slid in a twenty.
"Doing any good?" I asked her.
She looked over at me, smiled. I saw the flash of a diamond on her finger, then realized it was on her right hand. The top of her breasts were visible at the slightly open throat of her blouse.
"Not yet. Have you hit anything?" I saw her glance quickly up and down, inspecting me.
"Just starting." I told her, letting my eyes meet hers for a moment.
She smiled again, one hand slid up and idly brushed back her hair. She reached out and touched the button.
I grinned to myself.
I wondered if this lady had any panties on?
Who knows?
The End.
Restroom Revenge
It's a nightclub with the typical tech music, repeated beats, and people dancing by themselves on the dance floor.
I'm seated in a corner by myself.
I didn't go there to hit on anyone, just wanted to chill a bit; family is out of town and I had a heck of a week.
You are at a table, with your girlfriends, your fiance, and his pals.
You are scolding him, because, according with you, he "was looking at that tramp, Jennifer." He is apologizing, you are not even looking in his face.
You ask for a strong beverage, a tequila shot, telling him, "You should be glad that I just don't make you sorry for what you did." With his friends, he is now saying, "Chicks, you guys know how they are. When we get home, I'll give her something to forgive me," laughing.
You are not going to answer that, you just get out in the dance floor and start to dance by yourself. When I'm passing going to the restrooms, you bump into me, and apologize.
"You will make him sorry, won't you? He's in the doghouse tonight," I say, laughing.
You stop, and look me in the eyes, saying "Who the heck you think you are to be snooping in our conversation?"
"First," I say "Drop the attitude, it may work with boys, but let's be realistic, I'm a little too old for this kind of attitude, more so, from a stranger. Second," while I walk around you, "you are a very attractive woman, but I don't really need to play nice. You are trouble, and I don't look for trouble. Third.." my voice is a lower tone now, and I'm close to your ear, "make up sex is too good for you to pass on it, and you most likely will put out for him."
Your eyes are on fire, sparks coming out of them. "So typical of men, to think we need sex," you continue, "this weakness, old man, is yours, not ours."
The 'old man' came out of your mouth with the single intent to hurt me, I know that, and you must have used it before, when dealing with the typical slobbering mid-life crisis man. I hold your arm and pull you to the corner, close to the bar. You don't try to resist because I'm not hurting you, and by now, you think you have the upperhand.
"You trust way too much in your own attractiveness," I say. As I continue, we are closer to the bar, out of sight, and I pull you closer to me, holding both your arms.
When I look in your eyes, "Guess what, this weakness you say, is what will make you feel the old man looking at you, as if undressing you," I slither. "When you get back home, tonight, I'm sure you will bang him silly, and yet, be thinking about the old man, having his ways with you," I say. "And most likely you will see him finish before you, because you will be so damn excited, that will ride him like a cowboy". Then, I say, "Guess what, you will touch yourself, by his side, while he sleeps, and you will be thinking about the old man hands." Getting closer, I kiss your ear and cheek, "The old man lips." You don't react, as I continue, "the old man tongue," I say, while I get your lips close to mine, and I start to lick them, making you open them slightly, looking back in your eyes. "The hardness that you will imagine the old man had," I say, "The feeling that you wanted to have him fill you up and fuck you like older people do, as if any fuck was the last one."
You are now shivering, as if you had felt something cold touching your shoulder blades and running down, an ice cube, making you bracing yourself for the cold water running down.
I get your face between my hands, and kiss you strongly, something in your attitude did bother me, but because you are strong.
I can't resist a strong beautiful woman that I will break, that will submit herself to me.
The hands run over your back, one holding your hair, hand grasping it strongly, hurting a bit with the pull, and making you bite your lips with lust and desire. The other, is on your waist now, pulling you. This moment slow music happens to be playing, I somehow just pull you closer and feel you, but making it blend into the dance. Your lips have the same fire as your eyes and I can't get enough of kissing them, and feeling your tongue playing with mine.
The touch of your breasts against my chest is warm and good, there is some vague aura of sensuality around us. You know it is stronger than just revenge on your fiance, you feel your juices flowing and you can't make your head stop spinning.
You whisper, "You are crazy, my boyfriend is here!"
I look around and say, "Follow me to the restroom. I'll get in there first and will open the door for you." You do follow and as I call you inside the bathroom, you are now literally in trance. The music is loud but you can't hear a thing. I turn you around to face the mirror in the bathroom and hold your arms, kissing your neck, and making you feel my hardness against your ass.
Tthis is crazy," you say, "We must get out. What are you doing?"
"What we both need right now," I say with my body touching thelength of your back, down to your ass. "Bend over," I say.
"WHAT?" you look to me. I am gentle when I push you closer, kissing you, running my teeth on your skin, biting your neck and I push you down to bend over the sink. I unbutton your jeans a
nd slowly run my left hand on your front while I smack your ass. "Mmmm," you moan, as you feel my hand closer to your wetness. You are holding the sink with your hands and bending over more to feel your ass against me. Another smack and then I lower your jeans, enough to expose your panties. I take my cock out of my own pants and place it between your cheeks, give another smack on your ass, positioning my hand on your neck, holding you.
"Mmmm... this is good, I'm so wet," you moan again and I can feel it. My right hand now is on your slit, feeling it, your panties not with a spot of honey, but drenched in your juices. I pull you using the hand in your neck and the hand on your pussy against my cock and I start to move. Feeling your body against me, making you moan with each pulsation of my member positioned in your ass crack. I take my cock between your legs and move your panties to the side. I now have your wet pussy touching me, making me wet and hot from your dripping sex.
"Mmmmm... I never felt so horny," you say, "I want you inside me, now @"
"Manners," I said, restraining myself to not get the tip of the cock invading you right way, to take me deep inside this delicious tight pussy.
"Pleeeaasss..." you start to say. I don't let you finish before I'm already pushing further; the tip, the head, the whole cock, sliding inside you, groaning with your pussy squeezing me, feeling your lips and clit full of blood. "Ooh...eyes...fuuuck me,' you moan, and I don't want to debate manners. I'm already pumping hard inside you, deep and fast, inside and feeling it all there, stopping to feel the pulsations and sliding out to the head, then back again.
"You are so fucking delicious," I moan, while you feel me slapping against your ass, your hands now not holding to the sink, but spreading your cheeks, opening yourself to be ravaged. I moaned just looking down at my member getting inside you.
We know this is not a love making situation, it's raw animal sex. It isn't revenge from you, isn't me punishing the young girl that called me old, it's a man and a woman, no, more than that, a female and a male, feeling the urge and fulfilling the desire. Your neck is my tool to pull you closer, my hand on your pussy, pulling your ass closer. The deeper I get, the harder I slap my thighs against yours, the more exciting it is. The sounds we make are not only the grunting and moaning. It is the slapping, it is the wet sound of my cock sliding inside your dripping wet pussy, the suction of getting it almost all out, the wet squishy sound of sex without control. You start to moan and looking in the mirror, I see your mouth biting your lips and licking them.
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