The school hallway stretches empty under the late June sun. It’s my last day, 5 PM sharp. Footsteps echo softly on the worn parquet. Françoise appears, green t-shirt hugging her firm little tits, low-rise jeans flashing her flat belly. Her kids head to piano next door. She turns back to me. Heart hammers. We kiss cheeks, lingering too long. Her scent hits me—warm, musky.
She asks about my resignation. Words tumble out. CNR job. Better gig. She praises my teaching, her eyes locked on mine. Piano notes filter through the wall, muffled scales. Tension builds. I can’t hold it. ‘Françoise, you’re incredible. Sexy. I’ve wanted you for years.’ Silence. Then her hand on my neck. ‘Oh no…’ she whispers. My left hand slides to her waist, right on her arm. Faces inches apart. Lips brush. Soft at first. Peck after peck. She doesn’t pull away.
The Contact
Her smile trembles. ‘Incredible…’ I pull her into my empty classroom. Door clicks shut. Key turns in the lock—sharp metallic snick. Light seeps under the door, golden stripe on the floor. She looks up, kisses me hard. Tongues tangle, wet and hot. Her mouth tastes sweet, urgent. Bodies crush together. My cock throbs against her belly, rock-hard through pants. Her breath quickens, ragged whispers.
Hands roam. Mine under her shirt, skin slick with sweat. Back arches. She grinds her crotch on mine, tiptoeing. ‘We’re crazy,’ she murmurs, diving back in. Her fingers trail down. Belt buckle rattles softly. Leather whispers free. Button pops. Zipper rasps down. She grips my bulge. ‘I want it.’ Pants drop to ankles—hers too. Jeans pool at her feet. Panties soaked. I yank them down. Her pussy gleams, lips puffy, mostly shaved, dripping wet. Heat radiates.
No time. Kids’ piano lesson ends in ten. She fists my cock, peels back foreskin, guides the head to her slit. ‘On the pill,’ she breathes. I thrust in slow. Tight, scorching, slick as fuck. Bottom out. Freeze, savor. She bucks wild, nails digging my ass. Parquet creaks under shifting feet. Her moans—high, stifled gasps. Piano chords fade nearby. Footsteps in hall? We freeze, then harder. Pussy clenches. ‘I’m cumming… you too.’
The Indiscretion
I pound frantic. Wet slaps muffled. Sweat drips. Her walls pulse. I explode—hot jets deep inside. She shudders, bites my shoulder to silence cries. Stay buried, twitching aftershocks. Lips meet tender now, barely touching.
Noises swell outside. Piano stops. Hurried zippers, belts. She straightens shirt, slips out first. Eyes down. I wait, emerge. Parent corners me—resignation chat. Her car peels away. Heart still races.
Drive home through quiet suburb streets. Dusk falls. Neighbors’ lights flicker on. Did anyone see? Piano teacher mention me? Grip tightens on wheel. Cock twitches at memory—her taste, grip. Shower cold, but secret burns hot. No calls. Ever. But that locked-door frenzy? Pure fire. Closest I’ve come to blowing it all.