I couldn’t say it was minutes but it was probably the longest hug of my life. We kind of slipped apart at the sound of a car approaching. But there was something in her stance. If she was a dog her hairs would be standing up on the back of her neck, and she’d be growling.
“It’s him.” I’d forgotten until she said that that Mr. Kime was one of those big truck guys, it was not a close car but a very distant (very loud) truck.
“Do you want me to go?” His ‘grandparent’s old place’ must have been up the side road because we couldn’t see him but we could hear him coming.
“You probably should.” Nodding as we stepped away from each other.
“I’ll see you Mrs. Kime.” She waved, but stayed where she was. I started between our two cars on the way to my driver’s side door when I looked back to see she still hadn’t moved. “You okay?”
“Okay,” Was all she said, her eyes dropping to the ground. I could see the weight going back on her as the proximity of that truck got smaller.
“Mrs. Kime?”
“Yes Lawrence?”
“Think he would die if he found you bent over and being fucked by a younger man?” Her eyes snapped up and in her hope and wicked approval of that idea all the weight from her was gone again.
“Yes! That would be… But we shouldn’t. Even though he probably has her with him.” New girlfriend even before his wife is moved out of the house, wow! Worse! New girlfriend around AS his wife was packing up the house!
“That decides it then.” She looked back at the light squeak of tires as he took the corner hard. There was a small blue dot visible now, coming fast. Mrs. Kime giving a little start when she found me back within arms reach again. “We have too.”
“We… have too.” She agreed before snapping her head back over her shoulder, undoing the buttons of her dress, yanking it down to expose those sexy MILF twins again. I couldn’t get over those nipples, so hard and pink. In the shadows the small circles of her lightly colored areolas were even harder to see. “Right here where they can see?”
She was not confident in this, I don’t know if I was pressuring her or… what. Just that it was for sure a question, a timid one. The truck roared louder before the fuel let off, I wouldn’t say it got quiet but it certainly dialed down. He had seen the flashing lights, maybe even recognized his wife’s car. Even from the distance. By then I had that wife by her sides, guiding her back to the hood of her car where she sat down. I kissed her as he entered the far end of the wooded area, the sound of his muffler changed by the enclosed space as I kissed my way down his wife’s neck, let one hand find her breast just as the engine and drag of his large tires (Whose friction alone had to drag MPG down to single digits.) reached us. There was no way he missing the sight of us in his taller vehicle. Mrs. Kime nodding her head, laying backward, offering up those tits to suck. I didn’t even hesitate.
The fucker revved that engine. I don’t know if it was supposed to be intimidation or like a clearing of the throat, either way he wanted us to look. I didn’t. His wife did, giving a weak wave that said hello, also told him to move along. I don’t think my teacher was faking the dazed pleasure she was getting from my eager (if nervous about the audience) attention to her amazing tits. Each nipple was well lavished by the time that I started my way down, flipping up her dress.
“Lawrence…” She huffed, coming up on her elbows to look at me as I started taking my first few licks. Delicious! She was so fucking wet! Starting to shake her head but she stopped herself, “That’s not gonna make him jealous.”
“Oh?” But there was a little pool of moisture at her entrance, which I had to have. Before i could even think of doing anything else. The moan that escaped her was loud, only because it was surprised that I’d go back, when she’d told me I didn’t have to. Seeing that I actually wanted to. “I really like the taste of you though.” I admitted, giving her a smile as my breath made her twitch ever so slightly upon her sensitive womanhood. Winking at her as I whispered. “Maybe it will make her jealous.”
Her eyes went big and the fucking sexy teacher planted her feet on my shoulders, angling her hips for maximum oral availability. I neither cared or knew if she had giving into my logic or licks. I just knew that she had to be a fucking sexy sight. One hand slapping the hood of her car, the other on the back of my head, nodding as I did my thing. Mr. Slime and girlfriend sat in the truck, right there watching. Loud blue and white truck idling (Might as well have been burning dollar bills every few seconds.) as Mrs. Kime moaned louder and louder, I grabbed her hips and lapped that pussy hard, pushing her over the edge.
“Oh god! Oh god, oh god, OH GOD I’M COMING!” I didn’t hear the window go down but the truck shut off right as she screamed that. A cock hardening moan escaping her that was a missed opportunity for orgasmic perfection to be used in movies like the Wilhelm Scream. “COMING! OH GOD! YES!”
“What the fuck Marianne,” Mr. Slime growled out the open window.
I couldn’t help but look then. There was a tiny brunette in the passenger seat, she was small but she looked even smaller in that big truck. Leaning in was my other old teacher, not my least favorite but certainly Bottom 3. Like his wife he really hadn’t aged since I’d last seen him. And if I was being honest he wasn’t a bad looking guy, he was just a douche. That’s why I hated him, he acted like anybody subordinate (IE students) to him were stupid and barely worth his time. I had heard him talk to his wife like she was a moron, plenty of times.
His wife took her orgasm to its final stages before one foot and then the other dropped from my shoulder. I knew it was to really sock it to her ex but god damn was it hot when she pulled me up while slipping downward, kissing me. At first I thought it was an abundance of passion that did it, but then she did it again. Let her tongue slip out across my cheek, then chin. Moaning almost as loud at the taste of herself as she had when I was eating her.
“Fuck me! Please! Law! I need that dick NOW!” At those words from his ex-wife Mr. Slime let out a noise as if he had stepped in something gross, on his way to an important function that he was already late to. While I just thought how fucking hot it was that she called me Law, remembered the nickname my friends called me. Not fucking Larry!
“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” Both of us rushed to get my pants off, I won’t say it was record time but it was sexy as fuck when she used her hands and heel to get my pants and undershorts down. It was cooler in the shade but I was running over with arousal, I tore off my shirt. “Mrs. Kime, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you. The hottest teacher in Defluer.” It was so fucking sweet, the timid but happy way she reacted to that statement. Seemingly overwhelmed with the sight of me naked, the compliment, and her husband and his bitch watching. “I have too!”
“You HAVE too!” She agreed, writhing on the hood as I grabbed her leg (The one facing the woods not the road.) both of us holding me and putting me inside her.