Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2006 22:41:09 -0400 (EDT)
From: Bec
Subject: Parent Teacher Night

It was 9PM on Tuesday evening, and Lindsay was painfully watching the
clock from inside her kindergarten class room at St. James Elementary
School. Parent-teacher interview night, and she had one more interview to
go before she could call it a night. How ridiculous, she thought, to have
parent-teacher interviews for such young kids. She saw most of the
parents every day -- why did she have to stick around all night??! She
was also dreading her next interview -- Judy Harrington -- Todd
Harrington's mother -- was often difficult, and she was not looking
forward to telling her that Todd was behind the other kids in reading.
Amie guessed that Mrs Harrington was early 40's -- she was a fairly
attractive and quite voluptuous woman who had a seductive air about her
if she chose to. Her husband, Rick Harrington, was a member of the local
city council, and an area business leader.

Normally, Lindsay wouldn't be so nervous, but she really wanted to do a
good job impressing all the parents. This was her first teaching
placement out of college, and she really did love working with the kids.
At 23, she knew she had a lot of maturing and learning to do., and she
enjoyed working with her fellow teachers. Lindsay had gone to college on
a track scholarship, and her slim, muscular figure reflected it. At
5'7", Lindsay often felt too tall relative to other girls, but the boys
didn't seem to mind. She really got a lot of looks when she wore her
wavy reddish brown hair full shoulder length -- much like she was
tonight. She had dressed very professionally for the evening, in a black
knee-length skirt, and a pink shirt. It was insanely hot in the school
(when would the school board spend money on air conditioning???), so she
had unbuttoned the top two buttons to avoid fainting. Lindsay felt she
was a pretty hot catch -- her dark hair and brown eyes gave her, she
felt, a sexy, Spanish appearance.  Unfortunately, all of her studies and
time in the gym meant little time for the boys. She missed that.... many
a lonely Friday night was spent pleasuring herself while watching Red
Shoe Diaries. All in time, she told herself.

Lindsay eased back in her desk chair... enjoying an albeit brief, quiet
moment. Normally this room was filled with the screams and happy squeals
of about 20 kids. Now, it was her quiet domain. Most of the room was
covered in large, inter-locking padded tiles of various colours. These
were essential, so the kids wouldn't fall and hurt themselves. The tiles
were also great for nap time, since they were pretty soft. Lindsay
thought to herself how badly she could use a nap at the moment! In the
corner of the classroom there was a large play house that the kids loved
to play in. It was big enough that 4 kids could play in there at a time
with the door shut. There was also a window that some of the tinier kids
could hop through, covered with cute little curtains pulled to each side.
The right side of the classroom -- framed by the wooden door at the far
end of the wall, and her little desk at the other end -- had two big
black boards along it, adorned with pinup letters she was using to teach
the kids the alphabet. The left side of the classroom had a bank of
windows that faced out on the tiny street where the school was located.
Of course, the curtains were drawn, as it was totally dark outside now.

Lindsay walked to the door, opened it, and motioned for Mrs Harrington to
enter the classroom. As soon as she entered, Lindsay could tell she had
been drinking. Rum had a very distinctive smell that she knew all too
well. Regardless, Mrs Harrington was very well put together. She was
looking very pretty, Lindsay observed, in a floral-patterned low cut
summer dress that rode just above her knees. It definitely showed off her
endowments, and Lindsay was quite sure she didn't mind the attention it
got her from the men. Her dirty blond hair was pinned up, and she had
some red lipstick on. Judy walked over and took a seat right next to
Lindsay's desk in the corner of the classroom. The only door to the room
was at the far end of the class, giving the two a bit of privacy.

Lindsay started reviewing Todd's disappointing progress, and talked about
how he might need to drop down into the school's remediation system. Her
stomach was in knots the whole time, awaiting Mrs Harrington's temper to
snap. She was quite surprised, however, when the older woman grabbed a
kleenex to wipe a tear from her eye. Lindsay stopped, quite taken aback
by the uncharacteristic behaviour.

"Mrs Harrington, I'm sorry if this is disappointing news..."

Judy wiped away another tear, and looked Lindsay in the eye. "You have no
idea what its like..." she softly sobbed. "You have no idea what its like
to be married to my husband... to have all these pressures to be the
perfect wife... to raise the perfect child... I can't do it all! I can't!
Why do you think I drink?"

Lindsay's heart went out to her, strangely. It crossed her mind that she
was breaking a cardinal rule of professionalism, as she reached an arm
over and around the older woman's shoulder to comfort her.

"Oh my God... you have no idea how many times I wished I was pretty and
young like you....". Judy's voice trailed off, and her sobbing seemed to
be replaced by a more controlled tone.

"Thank you...", Lindsay nervously laughed, "... but I don't always feel
that pretty!"

"Oh my dear, you're lovely..." Mrs Harrington cooed. "Your soft
skin, your beautiful hair....". Lindsay was so taken aback by the older
woman's comments that she didn't even notice she had closed her eyes,
tilted her head upwards, and planted a wet, soft kiss on Lindsay's lips.

"Oh my!", Lindsay exclaimed, quite taken aback.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shock you." Mrs Harrington
apologized"I couldn't help myself, really.... God, I'm so sorry. I just,
I just...." Her voice starting sobbing again. "I am so frustrated! I need
someone to touch... my husband hasn't done that in years."

Lindsay found this so hard to believe... Mrs. Harrington was very
attractive, she thought, for a woman in her early 40's.

Mrs. Harrington seemed a little more desperate now. She lied her head in
Lindsay's lap, which made the girl slightly uncomfortable. Lindsay
jumped a little as she felt Mrs Harrington's left hand caress her bare
leg.

"I would love to have skin this soft...", she cooed. Lindsay murmured
something about how this wasn't appropriate, but it seemed to fall on
deaf (or drunk) ears. The older woman rubbed her hand up and down
Lindsay's bare, smooth leg, sending slight shivers up and down her
spine. As Lindsay prepared to stand up and get this woman off of her, she
heard a sound just outside her slightly ajar classroom door. Principal
Laskey, renowned for his tough management of his teachers, poked his head
in. Lindsay quickly whispered to Mrs. Harrington to sit up -- she was
sure Laskey would not see the evident humour in this. He wasn't known
for taking the teachers' side. Judy sat up just in time, as Laskey poked
his head in.

"My, you're working late Lindsay", he bellowed. "I hope you're
giving Mrs. Harrington all the answers she needs?"

As he said this, Lindsay felt Mrs. Harrington's hand reach under the
desk, and up her skirt to her soft cotton panties. This caused her to
jump in her seat.

"Unghh... umm.... Yes sir. Everything she needs." Lindsay tried to adjust
herself in her seat to move away from the prying hand, but Judy
Harrington kept her hand firmly in place, rubbing her panties right above
the girl's clit. Lindsay didn't want to swat her hand away, as
Principal Laskey would be sure to see this.

Much to Lindsay's horror, Laskey came further in the classroom, and
started to chit chat with Judy Harrington. He didn't see the woman's
right hand, stuffed under the desk, firmly rubbing Lindsay in an oh-so
sensitive spot. Lindsay couldn't believe the sensations this caused to
course through her body... it had been weeks since she last masturbated,
and she was obviously wanton. To her dismay, her panties were getting
wetter and wetter with her juices, which she was sure would be giving Mrs
Harrington the wrong idea. Judy's hand was so far up Lindsay's black
skirt that it actually forced the zipper on the side, causing it to rip.
Shit, Lindsay thought!

Finally, Laskey backed out of the classroom, and left, saying they were
the last people in the old school building, and reminding Lindsay to turn
off the lights. He didn't realize Lindsay was barely listening to a word
he said... all she could concentrate on was the unwelcome hand up her
skirt, causing her to get light headed. As soon as Laskey was out of ear
shot, Lindsay jumped up, swatting Judy's hand away.

"That is quite enough Mrs Harrington... this is totally inappropriate
behaviour! I am going to call you a cab right now!" Lindsay walked
briskly to the black phone on the right wall, almost next to the door
Laskey just closed. In the process, she forgot about her broken zipper,
and cursed to herself as her skirt fell to her ankles. She couldn't be
bothered to pick it up at the moment, almost not conscious of how erotic
she most look in her white cotton lace panties, dripping with her own
juices.

She picked up the phone to call, put no sooner did she punch the first
digit that she felt Mrs Harrington's arms wrap around her, and softly
squeeze her small sized breasts through her shirt.

"There's no need to do that my dear..." she purred, her mouth inches
away from Lindsay's ear. "I am quite happy where I am. I think if you
let yourself go, you'd be quite happy too."

With that, Judy's tongue reached out and traced its way softly along
Lindsay's earlobe. Her breasts and her ears were always particularly
sensitive erogenous zones, so the combination of the two together almost
made her faint. She dropped the phone, lost in the instant, only faintly
hearing it bang as it smacked against the black board.

"That's it..." Judy purred, forcible grabbing Lindsay by the shoulders,
spinning her around, and pressing her back against the black board.
"Just let yourself go..." She mashed her mouth against the young
teacher's, forcing her tongue in. Lindsay tried to open her mouth to
protest, only letting more of Judy's tongue in in the process. As one of
Judy's hands reached up and grabbed Lindsay by her brown hair, pulling
her in closer, the other reached down and ripped her shirt open, exposing
her white cotton bra. Each motion seemed to make Judy more excited... like
her prey was increasingly in reach. Lindsay could feel her almost moaning
into her mouth. For her part, Lindsay's mind was full of contradictions.
This was so wrong, so inappropriate, and she swore she wasn't a
lesbian.... But the woman knew exactly where to touch her, and was heating
her up like no man ever had.

As her tongue plundered Lindsay's mouth, and her hand held her head so
she couldn't squirm away, Judy aptly un-did her bra with her free hand,
quickly removing it. Lindsay's nipples hardened as they were exposed to
the fresh air, increasing the girl's sense of arousal. As Judy held her
and kissed her, her fingers softly rolled each nipple and pinched it.
Wave after wave of pleasure moved through her... she struggled to keep her
wits about her, swearing she would ask Mrs Harrington to leave as soon as
she got a fresh breath. Mrs Harrington never gave her the chance though...
she would pull away for a second, and then mash her mouth over Lindsay's
the moment she started to speak.

Expertly, her hand continued its descent, now sliding into Lindsay's
panties to rub her now very wet pussy and hard clit. She trailed kisses,
hot, wet and slobbery all down Lindsay's neck. While Lindsay knew she
should bolt, the pleasure was unreal, and her legs were feeling weak. She
glanced down, and was overcome by the erotic site before her. The older
woman's dirty blond hair had now come undone, and was flowing freely as
she licked and sucked her way down to Lindsay's sensitive nipples. Her
mouth soon sucked the right nipple in, causing Lindsay to emit a loud,
gutteral moan... "unghhhhhh....". Then there was the site of seeing
another woman's hand stretched through the wet cotton of her panties. It
was so hot seeing this hand in her soaked panties, desperately massaging
and rubbing her clit  She was going to cum any moment, until her legs
collapsed and she fell to the padded floor.

Mrs Harrington didn't waste a minute crawling over to her... almost
moaning "Let me lick you Lindsay... I want to taste you." For Christ's
sake, the woman was almost licking her lips, like a lion devouring its
prey. Lindsay's mind zoomed back to consciousness, and her inhibitions
came over her again. The thought of another woman licking her there
seemed so wrong... even though she knew she was so in heat.

She began to crawl backwards, unaware of where she was going. "No...
please now... ", she muttered, "I'm not ready for that...."

"Oh come now, my dear, I promise to stop if you don't like it..." Mrs
Harrington begged, chasing after her.

Suddenly, Lindsay's back smacked into a hard object. She turned around
and realized that she had crawled right into the toy house. Mrs
Harrington was inches away, so Lindsay crawled into the little house, and
tried to move back out the window before Judy Harrington got to her.
Quickly, she pushed her long, slender body through the window, and got
about half way through until.... Shit! Her hips were slightly too wide,
and was stuck!

"Help! Get me out of here!" she shouted. Instead, she felt Mrs
Harrington's hands rub her ass through her panties, moaning to herself...
"God what a beautiful ass... ohh I want to lick you..."

Lindsay tried to wiggle herself free, but to no avail. She shrieked as
she felt Judy ease her panties off, exposing her bare ass and wet pussy
to the classroom. She didn't have much time to think until she felt
Judy's tongue begin to lick and trace its way around her asshole.

"Mrs Harrington!" she exclaimed. "What are you.... Unggghhhhhh.....
doing..." her voice trailed off, protests soon replaced by moans of
uncontrollable, gutteral pleasure. Nobody had ever licked her there, and
the sensations were out of this world. She could feel one hand kneading
her ass cheeks, as the other reached down furiously rubbed her exposed
clit.

"Cum for me.... Ohhh please cum for me..." Mrs Harrington begged, in a
lust drunk haze. Her tongue began to slide in and out of Lindsay's
asshole, causing the girl to squirm. Her long, slender body was now
dripped in sweat. She had given up trying to escape... her submissive side
gave in, and she was victim to the waves of sensual pleasure taking over
her body. She supported her upper body with both hands on the floor,
tossing her hair back as if a guy was screwing her from behind.
"Unggghhhh..... shit...... ohhhhhhh...." She cried out, as it seemed like
Judy's entire tongue was sliding in and out of her ass. "Mrs
Harrington.... You dirty BITCH!"

Lindsay began to squirm harder, buck, moan.... Her arms collapsed beneath
her, and she rested her head on the padded floor as Judy gripped her ass
cheeks tights and licked, sucked, anything to make this young beauty cum.

"Oh God... if you don't stop, I think I'm going to cum...." Lindsay
screamed out.

Insistently, Mrs Harrington licked, fingered until Lindsay could take no
more...

"AHHHHHHH!!! UNGGHHHHH!!!! FUCK!!!"

Lindsay cried out as wave after wave of powerful orgasm swept over her,
and her body went limp. She had never, EVER felt anything like this. As
she enjoyed the brief calm, she realized that Mrs Harrington had gotten
up, moved in front of her, and started to slip out of her summer dress.

"My turn my dear....."

TO BE CONTINUED