Damn, that’s gotta be her. Oh yeah, she looks like she’s Eddie Bauer’s long lost child. Right fucking on, Mormon preppy, God I love that. Long faded denim skirt, little plaid shirt and even the little white socks with the penny loafers. I glare at her, watch her as she looks around, I suppose I could have stood a little closer to the gate, but I wanted a good look first.

I start to walk towards her, she catches my eye. I don’t even bother to say anything, just walk up and kiss her. Right on the lips, softly. I open my eyes and there are people watching, so I kiss her again, harder, longer. She doesn’t pull away. Thank God. I can feel her temperature rising. I take my bottom lip and use it to open her mouth, moving my tongue along her upper lip. Such soft lips, I knew they would be.

I take her carry on item from her with one hand and her now free hand in my other. I start to lead her away and down the hall.

About 4 gates down is one that is being remodeled. I noticed it on my way in. It’s perfect, especially since it’s the kind with the stairs that lead down and into a little “hall” before the doors to the runway. I lift the “do not cross” tape and lead her down the stairs.

I toss her bags across the hall and push her into the wall, kissing her frantically. Pushing my knee between her legs, I press my thigh into her, hard. My hands start to roam across and down her body.

Her neck tastes good, as do her ears. Nibbling my way back and forth between the two, a nip here, a lick there. Her shirt seemed to just un-tuck itself, handy. I cup her breast, slowly moving my thumb back and forth across her nipple, so lightly, just back and forth. The other hand finds it’s way to the middle of her back.

Kissing her mouth, again and again. As her nipple hardens, I switch to the other one. The hand at her back has taken hold of the top of her thong. Tugging oh so carefully, don’t want it to hurt, not yet anyway, maybe later a little pain. But right now, just a few small tugs, tugs that make the fabric caress her, enough to for her to feel the pressure pulling against her in the front too.

I start to move my thigh against her, pressing harder, kissing her harder, the strokes across her nipple increase in strength.

She giggles, and tosses her head up and to the side. Then I see them. Two boys, or maybe late teens. A blonde and a redhead. Even better. I do love a good show. Obviously so does she. They must have seen me bring her down here. Right fucking on.

Pulling her away from the wall I lower myself to the floor, bringing her with me, on top of me. I pull up her skirt and grab her ass, pulling her closer to me.

Flipping her onto her back makes the shirt easier to unbutton. The bra doesn’t even need to be undone, just pulled up, that done, her nipples are calling for my mouth. My mouth finds one pretty quick, my hand the other.

My other hand starts grabbing, gripping and pulling at her thighs, her ass, her legs.

I use my teeth on her nipple, lightly, running them over it. I look up, the boys are still watching. The redhead is gripping the rail so hard I his hands are turning purple. The blond has his crotch crushed against the bars. I catch the eye of the redhead, holding my gaze as I move my one hand from her ass to her panties. Running my thumb along the edge of them.

I can’t take it; I start kissing my way down to her belly. That’s not good enough, up and over the skirt and my mouth connects with her thigh. I use the same process as on her neck earlier. My thumb is moving faster now, moving from the edges to underneath. I’ve got long fingers and the middle one starts to circle her anus.

I look at her and she’s started to play with her own nipples, cool, leaves me with a hand free.

The freed hand moves the underwear over and out of the way. My mouth moves closer, my thumb moves inside. Into where is hot and wet and lovely. But it’s not enough. I slide the tip of that middle finger in in the back. Oh yeah, she likes that. Somehow I just knew she would.

My tongue is starting to lick her lips. Yeah, those lips.

I wiggle my finger, I wiggle my thumb. Funny how when I do that she wiggles her ass. The more she wiggles the deeper that finger gets. The more she wiggles, the more I move that thumb.

I can’t stop watching her. She’s still watching them.

I go back to kissing her thigh. She tries to move down towards my mouth.

I look back up again, just to make sure the boys are still there. I can’t believe they haven’t pulled out their dicks to jerk off yet.

Again, I lock eyes with the redhead. Then I bite her, violently. It makes her yell out, made her clinch up. The pressure on my finger was amazing. It turns me on.

Licking the bite, kissing it and then without warning, I move to her. Yeah, there. Kissing her, full on, just like I did to her mouth. My tongue tastes her, likes her, and wants more.

She starts to move with me, a special kind of rhythm. Her hands on her breasts, grabbing, twisting, pulling. My eyes on her, my thumb, gripping, my finger, pressing, my mouth, moving.

I can’t stand it, I take the other hand away from her, I don’t need it there anymore, and I move it down and unbutton my jeans. Reaching inside I start to pleasure myself. The more she moves the more I move the more I move the closer I get. It’s a circle, a fucking amazing circle. The intensity just keeps growing. My mouth keeps moving, her hips keep moving.

When she reaches her climax, the throb against my thumb is heaven and the tightness cutting off the circulation to my finger is even better. I can tell how good it was. It was strong. I knew it would be. Her pleasure allows the release of mine.

Once I can breath again, I rub my face on her thighs, remove my hand, and help her put her underwear back in place and button up her shirt once she’s put her bra back in place.

Then my pager goes off.

It’s a text message.

flight was late, missed the connection, now arriving on UA 2723, gate E3 at 5:30 can’t wait to meet you *kiss*

“Who’s that” she says.

“You”

***

I was grateful the day had ended. 4pm and the last of the kids were noisily emptying the corridors on their way home. Out of the window I could see a few cars left in the car park and in the room next-door Mrs. Benson was clattering around adjusting the chairs. The afternoon had dragged and to add to it all I had to sit through the two afternoon periods marking textbooks at the back of my class. Our new trainee teacher John had been taking the lessons and with the drone of his deep voice and the screeches of a few unruly kids I had just about had enough for the day. I was looking forward to getting home to a gin and tonic and a night in front of the TV.

I picked up my bag and a few books and looked through the side door that adjoins my class to Mrs. Bensons. She was just about finished moving the last of the chairs and I shouted goodnight through the door to her. She looked up and acknowledged me and before I knew it I was out in the empty corridor and heading for the main entrance with the click of my heels echoing behind me. Keys in hand I swung the door open into the warm, dimming afternoon and made for my car. Adjusting my skirt and with the car in first gear I revved around the side of the building and just as I was about to near the exit I realised something. Damn! I had forgotten to pick up John’s lesson plans, which I was meant to be checking for him that evening.

I pulled sharply up by the sidewall and dashed out of the car and back around into the main entrance. The door was still open and as I walked up to the English department I could hear the cleaners making their slow rounds at the other side of the building. As I opened the door to my darkening room I could see the files where I had left them on the far table against the wall. I sauntered over and picked them up, quickly leafing through them to make sure they were all there and as I did so I heard Mrs. Bensons voice through the adjoining door, muffled slightly , but she seemed to be talking to someone. I took two steps to our adjoining door and peeked through the little head height window. Hmmm I thought. Wonder who that could be?

The view I saw then was slightly confusing at first. There was John sat in a chair and for all the world it looked like Mrs. Benson was scolding him for something. I leaned in closer to see if I could hear the words and then I heard her say clearly, “So you’ve come back again John? I thought you would”. I could only see her back and she was slightly blocking my view of John but at the same time she was undoing the clasp to her hair. I had never seen Mrs. Benson with her hair down. She was our department head in English and had always seemed a stern and stuffy forty year old to me in the year that I had been here. Her shiny hair cascaded down in sheets across her neck and shoulders. I was still confused.

“Are you going to sit there and do what I tell you again?” she asked. She had moved ever so slightly and I saw the side of John’s head as he nodded slowly. “I’m ever so excited John” she breathed, “I’ve been thinking about nothing else all day. ” I noticed the curve of her full hips in her brown tweed skirt and as she removed the matching tweed top I thought that her voice sounded different. “Will you do it again for me John? Will you get it out for me and make it all hard?”

I shuddered at the words… what was she saying?… was it what I thought it was? John nodded his head again dumbly and as Mrs. Benson leaned over to drop her jacket on her desk I clearly saw John reaching for the zip on his trouser. And then, unmistakably, I saw the outline of what appeared to be a very stiff erection in his trousers. I gulped quickly and darted my eyes over to my own door just in case. All safe. Looking back, Mrs. Benson had blocked my view again but her words said it all. “Ohh John, it’s magnificent. So shiny and stiff. Did you do that for me John? Did you?”

I felt my legs shake a little. Mrs. Benson in the room next to me and she was seducing the student teacher!. God, only 21 years old and my boss was making him get his dick out for her. I was glued however and the slow rapid breaths coming out of my mouth seemed to sound like distant thunder.

“Go on John, stroke it for me please. you know I like that,” she breathed, almost a command, “stroke it up and down with your hand and make it really stiff for me. ” John sat dutifully in his chair leaning back slightly and then Mrs. Benson moved to the side again, perching herself on the edge of her desk. John reared into view like an avalanche and then I finally saw what she had been looking at. His cock was a good healthy size but what was so riveting was the way it poked directly upwards, contrasted and glowing against the charcoal grey of his suit trousers. It was straight and stiff and the plum end revealed he had been circumcised.

“That’s it John, stroke it like you do at home. Like when you’re on your own. Don’t worry about me, you just stroke that cock and get it real hard for me. ” John was also staring at his member. Mrs. Benson was glued to it and so was I. This young, shy student, fist curled around his dick for the benefit of his sexy, older mentor. The scene unraveling before me was almost too much to believe and I felt the continuing tiny tremors in my legs and the strangest sensation down my back that seemed to curve down and around and into my body.

“Do you like that Mrs. Benson?” John slowly grunted. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were half closed in pleasure. I suddenly realised that his slim figure and well cut suit actually made him quite sexy. “Oh fuck John, that’s so horny, your cock is doing things to this old woman that you’d never believe. I was in the toilets at lunch break for half an hour just fingering my pussy… imagining this… it was so wet and horny I just had to rub it. You don’t mind if I lift my skirt up do you?”

His eyes widened and he nodded and as he carried on stroking firmly on his young dick, Mrs. Benson slowly reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it to bunch it around her waist. She was wearing pale white panties with nice lacey frills at the edge – not at all what I had imagined she would wear. “Look what you’ve done to me John, look how wet they are now… mmmmmmm. ”

She traced her left hand down over her panties and I could see the outline of her lips through the cotton as she slid three fingers along the length her vagina. They were wet through down the middle and she looked down at herself sensuously as she did it, her hair flowing silkily around her shoulders. John smiled a little as she did this. “You like that John huh? You like me rubbing my pussy like this for you? Getting it all wet. ” she talked huskily now and as I watched her play with herself for him and with the stroking of his lovely stiff cock I felt myself getting more and more excited by the moment. Time seemed to have stopped. Watching them in the moment of their desire for each other. Unseen and breathless in the room next door.

She pulled her right leg up to rest on a rickety chair and the view I got of her, splayed wide – rubbing her swollen sex, had me reaching a hand down across the front of my own skirt. I rubbed slowly and hard with my fingers, almost finding my spot but not quite. I slowly inched my feet apart, my eyes not breaking from their view and curled my hips so my mound jutted out a little more. Then… there it was, my clit engorged and swollen being rubbed through skirt and panties. God how I wanted to be pressing against real wet flesh – to push my fingers down between my legs and into the slippery wet folds – so warm and welcoming.

John was pumping quite hard now and as he started to grunt slightly, Mrs. Benson reached with her hand and neatly pulled the panties to one side, revealing her lips to the cool air. The atmosphere was electric. She was looking over urgently at John and then at herself as she slipped her middle finger down over her clitoris and along the curve of her lips. her bush was neat and trim with a sparse covering of light hair and as her finger moved down it disappeared slightly from view as her lips moved and separated against the pressure she was applying. The wetness glinted over them.

“Oooohhhh, john, that feels soooo fucking good. Ohh yessss, so fucking wet and good… I know I’m gonna come… mmmm… I know I’m gonna come… mmmm m m make me come John, m make me come. ” Her wet fingers moved more urgently and involuntarily and I found myself matching her pace. My jaw was slack like hers and the sensations on my clit were bursting in sparks every time I rubbed across it.

“That’s it Johnny, wank it good and hard… ooohhh… mmm… get it good and stiff for me… oohhhh… yesss… do… do you want me to sit on it again Johnny? mmmmm… do you?” She was looking John in the eye as her fingers rubbed feverishly across her slippy lips, catching and stretching her clit on the upstroke and making her jerk her hips with the sensations. ” Do you Johnny? ooohhhhhyessss. ” She was unbuttoning her blouse as she spoke, rubbing with one hand and undoing her top with the other. The creamy bulge of her full breasts came into view over her matching bra. Her wide brown aureoles were visible through the thin fabric and large plum nipples poked out invitingly. This woman was turning into a sex slut before my eyes and I could hardly believe it!

John couldn’t speak and simply nodded again. His cock seemed brighter now through the window. It filled my vision with its hardness and as I continued rubbing I realised small beads of sweat were running down my forehead. My face was flushed and red and my top lip was wet. I licked it slowly and groaned to myself.

In one smooth sweep, Mrs. Benson drew up over John and as she stood straddling his thighs, his cock pointing hungrily up and her panties still to one side, I stifled a gasp as she lowered her curvy wide bum over his pole. Her pussy came into view as she leaned forward over him. Her back arched slightly and as her warm cleavage fell onto his face she looked back over her shoulder as she bent her knees slowly and sank her enflamed wet lips over the proud head of his bulbous cock. Her lips gave in to his girth and as I rubbed still harder and more urgently between my legs I heard myself panting now as she sank her buttocks down onto him and his cock slipped noisily into her. The view was indescribable.

She started to ride him slowly, a look in her face that described her sheer pleasure. I could see her stretched vagina riding slickly up and down over his now shiny tool and as she looked back panting and moaning I realised I needed to come soon. “ohhh fuck yes… oh fuck Johnny… ” she panted as she rode him. I quickly hitched up my skirt and suddenly my fingers were fumbling into the side of my panties. God I was wet and my already swollen clit felt inflamed as my fingers delved around my lips to find my juices. As they became wet I started to rub quickly across the sensitive head and when John started moaning I gazed in awe as she bucked furiously onto his cock. He was groaning loudly, his head delving in between her breasts, freeing her nipples with his hands and sucking noisily on her ripe teats. I inserted a finger slowly into my pussy and with the regular motion of the other hand over the clitoris I tried to imagine it was that cock – that solid cock in the other room – filling my hole and stretching it so wide.

“That’s it Johnny… pump it hard for me… ooohhhh… yessss… ” his hips bucked back up to meet her thrust. “Ohhhh come on Johnny… fill me up… mmmm… god my pussy is so wet on your cock… do you like it Johnny… do you?”

I thought I was going to pass out any moment. Mrs. Benson started to arch her back and I could see her pussy start to spasm around his cock. She was still sliding up and down him but the lips started to contract visibly. Flinging her head back she started to scream. Her guttural moaning intensified as she started to come on his dick. My own motions matched hers and I felt the surge of an intense wave flood through my sex as she screamed his name over and over.

“Fuck John… o… o… o fuck… yes… fuck… oh yes… “. His hands were white gripping her hips as she bounced a few vigorous thrusts onto him and as they came together, her head flinging back wildly and his face contorting I felt my knees buckle as they and I orgasmed together. Wave after wave of delicious sparks rode around my pussy and for a moment I almost blacked out… and then there was quietness.

I have to meet John for his assessment tomorrow… perhaps I’ll have a few questions to ask him!

We woke to gulls calling, cuddled in a strange new place with our friend still asleep just above our heads. We kissed and petted, full of early morning turn-on. Eventually we zipped the bag open and took turns sucking and licking each other into a frenzy–all the time trying not to make a sound. It was awful and exquisite. Soon we were fucking, almost holding our breath, but we couldn’t stop the soft sounds of flesh meeting or the wet smacks of penetration. Trying to be quiet was an unbearable turn-on. Our comes were both about 10 on the Richter scale.

After, we lay gasping on each other, still imagining Tanya hadn’t heard a thing. A tiny moan came from the bed. Then we heard a hand moving rhythmically under Tanya’s big down quilt, and more moans. Finally the whole bed shook for a moment or two and went still. We were sprawled on the floor, naked, the sleeping bag tangled around our feet, sweaty and fragrant from sex, not daring to move. Tanya’s flushed face and tousled hair appeared over the edge of the bed. Her eyes were very bright. “Welcome, you two,” she said. Her smile lit up the whole room.