| Author: | Reata Brand | ISBN: | 9781465961143 |
| Publisher: | Reata Brand | Publication: | March 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Reata Brand |
| ISBN: | 9781465961143 |
| Publisher: | Reata Brand |
| Publication: | March 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
EXCERPT:
He walked in and saw Mrs. Jones leaning against the door. Her short skirt seemed tighter and rode up higher than it was when he saw her earlier in school. Her breasts hanged lower in her blouse, as she was not wearing a bra. They jiggled and heaved from side to side as she walked. He could make out her panties lines through her tight black skirt.
Charlie watched her as she slightly bent over her desk to pick up a piece of paper lying on top of one of the stacks.
She held up a piece of paper between her index finger and thumb with a big red “F” printed on it and waved it back and forth in front of Charlie's eyes with her hands on her hips. "Look at it closely.” When she said it, she smiled brightly.
“A+? What is going on here?”
"You’re my perfect student. Why would I give my most perfect student a naughty bad boy grade?” Her lips looked moist, juicy, and ripe for the taking.
He watched her rub her round, soft butt against the corner of the desk like a bear who rubs against a tree trunk to relieve an itch, thinking how good it must feel.
“Would you like some alcohol? Vodka, perhaps?” she dismounted the desk and walked to a nearby cabinet with lined up booze bottles on its shelves.
She opened the door and grabbed a bottle out of the cabinet and two glasses.
“No ma’am, I’m barely eighteen!” Charlie protested.
She took off her black polished shiny high-heels and walked over to him with a drink in each hand, she rubbed her flesh colored stockings against the soft, fluffy brown carpet.
“Now, don’t you say another word about that, my sweet darling,” she rubbed her index finger against his chin back and forth as if to wipe away imaginary drool that might have collected there, “except, I do want you to answer a very personal request, now, you don’t mind me being forward with you, Hon, do you?”
“Uh, what do you mean?” Charlie could not think of what she was getting at.
“No, no, no, now I’m getting ahead of myself.” She backed off, put the drink in his hand, and walked back toward the desk, jamming the corner into her butt, her long legs hanging over the front, now they were barely touching the floor with her high-heels off.
“First of all, now this is a mature request I have of you. I want you to promise me, you won’t tell anybody what happens here tonight. I want you to grab my hand, look me in the eyes and promise me you’ll say nothing to anybody. Do you understand me, Charles?”
The anticipation was too great. Charlie’s mind was racing.
She got up off the desk, walked slowly toward him, grabbed his hand, and looked in his eyes.
“Promise?” Her brown eyes bigger, brighter, and sweeter than Charlie had ever seen them the entire school year.
“I promise. But promise what?” He asked quizzically.
Charlie watched as his teacher, Mrs. Jones stepped back, moved her hands to the front of her black business suit overcoat and slowly unbuttoned the one button which closed it. She took her overcoat off and neatly folded it over her desk, her back toward Charlie, who admired her beautiful body. Mrs. Jones slowly unbutton her satin white blouse and took it off, first her right shoulder, then her left, and dropped it to the floor, her butt crack barely visible on top of her black skirt, the top of her white panties barely peeping out. She turned around and Charlie for the first time saw her huge breasts as she walked slowly toward him, her hands reaching up to grab him on the shoulders.
“I’m yours, sweetie pie, all yours. Now, let us discuss your work..."
EXCERPT:
He walked in and saw Mrs. Jones leaning against the door. Her short skirt seemed tighter and rode up higher than it was when he saw her earlier in school. Her breasts hanged lower in her blouse, as she was not wearing a bra. They jiggled and heaved from side to side as she walked. He could make out her panties lines through her tight black skirt.
Charlie watched her as she slightly bent over her desk to pick up a piece of paper lying on top of one of the stacks.
She held up a piece of paper between her index finger and thumb with a big red “F” printed on it and waved it back and forth in front of Charlie's eyes with her hands on her hips. "Look at it closely.” When she said it, she smiled brightly.
“A+? What is going on here?”
"You’re my perfect student. Why would I give my most perfect student a naughty bad boy grade?” Her lips looked moist, juicy, and ripe for the taking.
He watched her rub her round, soft butt against the corner of the desk like a bear who rubs against a tree trunk to relieve an itch, thinking how good it must feel.
“Would you like some alcohol? Vodka, perhaps?” she dismounted the desk and walked to a nearby cabinet with lined up booze bottles on its shelves.
She opened the door and grabbed a bottle out of the cabinet and two glasses.
“No ma’am, I’m barely eighteen!” Charlie protested.
She took off her black polished shiny high-heels and walked over to him with a drink in each hand, she rubbed her flesh colored stockings against the soft, fluffy brown carpet.
“Now, don’t you say another word about that, my sweet darling,” she rubbed her index finger against his chin back and forth as if to wipe away imaginary drool that might have collected there, “except, I do want you to answer a very personal request, now, you don’t mind me being forward with you, Hon, do you?”
“Uh, what do you mean?” Charlie could not think of what she was getting at.
“No, no, no, now I’m getting ahead of myself.” She backed off, put the drink in his hand, and walked back toward the desk, jamming the corner into her butt, her long legs hanging over the front, now they were barely touching the floor with her high-heels off.
“First of all, now this is a mature request I have of you. I want you to promise me, you won’t tell anybody what happens here tonight. I want you to grab my hand, look me in the eyes and promise me you’ll say nothing to anybody. Do you understand me, Charles?”
The anticipation was too great. Charlie’s mind was racing.
She got up off the desk, walked slowly toward him, grabbed his hand, and looked in his eyes.
“Promise?” Her brown eyes bigger, brighter, and sweeter than Charlie had ever seen them the entire school year.
“I promise. But promise what?” He asked quizzically.
Charlie watched as his teacher, Mrs. Jones stepped back, moved her hands to the front of her black business suit overcoat and slowly unbuttoned the one button which closed it. She took her overcoat off and neatly folded it over her desk, her back toward Charlie, who admired her beautiful body. Mrs. Jones slowly unbutton her satin white blouse and took it off, first her right shoulder, then her left, and dropped it to the floor, her butt crack barely visible on top of her black skirt, the top of her white panties barely peeping out. She turned around and Charlie for the first time saw her huge breasts as she walked slowly toward him, her hands reaching up to grab him on the shoulders.
“I’m yours, sweetie pie, all yours. Now, let us discuss your work..."
