We were both teachers at Forwhaltz high school. I was a English teacher and he taught History. When I started he was nice to me and we became friends. Every Wednesday we would have lunch together. It was wholesome, appropriate and platonic. He was married and I was engaged but as time passed, I caught myself looking at his arms as he rolled up his sleeves, and tracing his chest through his shirt. I always stoped myself and reminded myself he was my favourite person at the school and it was wrong. I touched myself a few times thinking of him and would avoid his gaze days after because the guilt and gushing consumed me. Two years after we met we found ourselves alone.
We were chaperoning a school trip to Switzerland. The teens were in their rooms and we were in the cocktail bar in the hotel. He was wearing a graphic tee and jeans, and I was wearing a mini black dress with sheer tights, boots and gold hoops. We were laughing at the chaos of teens and the drama between groups, swapping gossip and teaching ideas when he edged closer to me in the booth.
“Well I understand their recklessness, its enticing doing something you shouldn’t”
“Like what?”
“Don’t you ever have thoughts you know you shouldn’t”
My thighs started to tremble and I hoped he couldn’t see my nipples through my dress.
“Well yeah. But I guess we are here to teach them how to self-discipline”
“Do you like being disciplined?”
I blushed and sipped my white wine slowly picking my words and trying to contain clamminess that had taken over my body. I looked him straight in the eye.
“Freddie..”
We had both recently broken up with up
our partners. I knew he was going through a divorce and he may have found out that I called my engagement off. We were in a foreign country and I felt the restrictions we had put in place begin to slip away. He looked me up and down menacingly and bit his lips before turning to face me.
“What? Your telling me you have never thought about it?”
I slid away from him and exited the cozy booth we had spent the hour giggling in.
“I am going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning”
I got up and stumbled to my room. I glanced back at him drinking beer from the bottle and watching me walk away with a grimace. When I reached my room I took off my tights and let my legs breathe. The tension had frazzled me so I took a mini bottle of whiskey from the fridge and drank in one full guzzle. A few moments later, I heard a knock on the door. I peered through the peep hole and sighed when I saw his face. I opened the door and caught myself drooling at his arms again.
“What are you doing-“
He pushes me into my room and slams the door shut. He kisses me and slowly lays me down on the bed. I feel his fingers slide my underwear to the side and begin to finger me. I’m already soaking.
“I knew you thought about me”
“This isn’t a good idea”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I nod that I don’t. He caresses my clit slowly. He kisses my neck and breasts and stomach and works his way down. He hikes up my dress and begins licking my pussy. I feel the whiskey warm my throat and my legs relax. I lay there shaking and moaning until I cum.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nod silently as I begin to unbutton the dress and am left sweaty in a black thong.
I lie over the edge the bed, and he takes his jeans off and puts his dick in my mouth while caressing my hair. It’s thicker than I imagined, and I twirl my tongue around it and groan as it touches the back of my throat. He takes his shirt off and grapples my neck as he moves over to the bed. I get on top and begin riding him. He slaps my ass hard.
“That’s a good girl” He says struggling to breathe.
He begins touching my clit as I slow down and move my hips in a circular motion. I can see in his eyes the euphoria pumping through his body. He flips me over and begins fucking me from the back. He pushes the arch of my back down and roughly fucks me. He pulls my hair and pulls me closer to him and I cum again as as he reaches climax too. I can feel it dripping inside me as he lets go and we roll over laughing as we stare into each others eyes.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kqfi9q/chaperones_and_cocktails