admin

For another version of this story, check out Third Time's the Charm: His Story by JacksonRichards.

***
October is my favorite time of year. The leaves are turning, the weather is sunny but crisp and cool, and my students have finally settled down and started to really learn things. It usually takes all of September to get second graders used to the routines, but once you get them going, they're my favorite age to teach. They're so much fun and just full of questions about everything. Today's going to be especially fun - the firefighters are coming to the school and the kids always love that; they go crazy asking questions. Plus sometimes there's a little eye candy for me - I love me a man in uniform. I know, it's cheesy, but it does it for me, okay?
I woke up pretty cheerful about that, but I'm having one of those days, today. I spilled my whole cup of coffee down the front of my white blouse, and somehow it's a slow-rolling disaster as I realize everything it's fucked up. First I run and change, and I haven't picked up my dry cleaning so I have to wear that blouse with the too-low first button that always makes the principal stare at my cleavage. I try not to wear it on school days, but it's the only thing that's clean and goes with my skirt, and I don't have time to fuck around - I'm really running late.
That's when I realize I don't have any more k-cups. I was planning to hit the grocery store on the way home from school today, and I was so relieved I had just enough to make my morning cup - which is now all over the floor. I hurriedly soak it up with a bunch of paper towels and throw them in the trash.
Damn it, I needed that coffee. I'm not a morning person, but school starts at eight and I have to be there by seven thirty. I'm going to have to swing by that coffee place near the elementary school and pick something up to get me through this day. Maybe I'll get a cappucino to make up for the shitshow my morning's been so far.
The coffee place is packed as usual, but they run a tight ship, and I get my drink just in time to make it to my classroom on time if I hustle. I make sure the lid is tight - not losing another one this morning! - and place it carefully into the cupholder in my white VW. I know, it's sort of a chick car, but whatever - I'm a woman and I can drive a girly car if I want. I'm pulling out of the parking lot in a hurry when I spot something in my mirror and slam on the brakes.
Shit! I almost ran someone over. Not just someone - a hot guy. Damn it, could my morning get any worse? He's right next to my driver's side window, and as I roll the window down to apologize, I realize I'm staring right at his package - and he's been having a good morning. I'm not sure if it's a full on erection or if this guy is just mega blessed and that's what he looks like with a semi, but either way it's a shock. I manage to stammer "I'm so sorry!" but I can't drag my eyes away from the bulge in his jeans. Damn it, I need to get laid. I shouldn't be so mesmerized by the sight of a hard dick.
"I didn't see you. Are you okay?" I'm hoping my word vomit will distract him from my awkward staring. Maybe the sunglasses are hiding it? I'm just gonna go with that so I can avoid dying of humiliation. He backs up to get a better look at me and I'm positive my cheeks are turning red. Wait a second. Is he... looking down my blouse? He's got sunglasses on, too, so it's hard to be sure, but my nipples get hard just in case. God, I need to get laid.
"I'm fine, thanks," he says with a sexy smirk, and of course he has one of those gravelly voices that sends chills down my spine. Fuck, why did this have to happen on a day I was running so late? I feel like I could have parlayed canlı bahis this awkward bullshit into a date if I'd had a few more minutes, but I look up at my dash and see it's already 7:26. God dammit.
"Sorry," I say again, then peel the rest of the way out of the spot and book it to school. Once I'm in my classroom (made it by 7:32, not bad), I sit behind my desk and do some deep breathing, trying to find my teacher persona and put it on. Frazzled horny no-coffee lady is not good at teaching second graders. But as I sip my cappuccino and do my yoga breaths, things start to fall back into place. I'm back to being Miss Collins, and as the kids start coming into the classroom and hanging up their backpacks, excitedly telling me about their weekends, I'm right where I need to be - ready for a fun day with the kids.
We're the fourth classroom on deck for the firefighters, so I do a math lesson and then a game of Simon Says with little addition problems to stretch the time out while we wait for them to show up. I know the kids are excited about the fire safety lesson - they cheered when I mentioned it during morning meeting. That's nothing compared to the noise they make when the door opens and three real live firemen come into our classroom. I'm smiling and gesturing them into the room when my smile falters and my eyes go wide.
"Oh my god... it's you!" I blurt out as I see the man I almost ran over in the parking lot this morning. Jesus, as if he hadn't been hot enough in those jeans and a leather jacket this morning. He looks unbelievably mouthwatering in that slightly-too-tight uniform shirt he's wearing, and I almost forget for a second that I'm standing in front of a room full of second graders.
"Hello again." His eyes are sparkling as if he wants me to know he was having inappropriate thoughts, too. I start blathering about how sorry I am, I was in such a rush, blah blah, but he just assures me it's fine and then steps forward to introduce himself to the kids.
I'm feeling like an idiot but I get a chance to recover because he's got the kids' attention completely on him. They're eating up this fire safety stuff with a spoon. He doesn't seem to get frustrated with all the questions, even from Alvin, who's my "what if" kid. "What if I forget all the numbers except eight?" was his question during math - that one took all my restraint to answer with a straight face.
This time it's "What if I fall trying to get out of the house?" My sexy fireman laughs, but in a kind way, not making fun of him. Then he patiently explains what to do and tells the kids the firefighters are all paramedics and can take care of things if anyone gets hurt. I'd like you to take care of me, I think, and then catch myself. No thinking dirty thoughts in class!
Before I can get my mind completely out of the gutter, it's over. The kids are all clapping and I make them say thank you in an adorable chorus as the guys are walking out. My guy (he's mine for now, okay?) locks eyes with me and smiles.
"Thanks for having us." He looks at me for a second like he wants to say something else - or do something else? - and I suddenly can't control my mouth.
"Please come by again," I say, even though that makes no sense - what is he, gonna come and give the same damn presentation once a week? But he just gives another wave to the class and walks his fine ass out my classroom door.
I have a hard time concentrating for the rest of the day. I read the kids a few extra stories from Frog and Toad because it's easy, mindless work and they love them. When Frog gives all the cookies to the birds the kids go crazy laughing, and I remember why I love my job. But I'm still glad when the day is finally over.
On the drive home, my mind wanders bahis siteleri to the hot firefighter again. I swear he was looking at me like he was interested. But I'm not sure I'm bold enough to go looking for him and ask him out. I've never been good at that kind of thing.
When I step inside my condo, I hear a little beeping noise that lets me know some battery is low. I follow the noise until I find the source - it's my carbon monoxide monitor. I'm about to go to the garage to look for a replacement battery when a terrible, wonderful idea enters my mind. I grab a stepstool and pull the battery out, then throw it in the trash without getting a new one. Then I pick up my phone.
Fifteen minutes later an ambulance rolls up and I'm suddenly having second thoughts. God, I just wasted taxpayer resources because I'm horny! What the fuck is wrong with me? And what are the chances my guy is even going to respond to the call? I'm an idiot, and I want to crawl in a hole and die. Instead I make myself stand in the doorway and act like I'm not a complete asshole. No point in making them mad at me on top of everything.
Only when the ambulance doors open and up and three guys come out, one of them is him. "Three times in one day... must be my lucky day," I say under my breath. I don't know what I did to deserve this guy, but some higher power obviously wants me to take this somewhere, and I say a sudden prayer of thanks even though I'm not religious.
My stupid gamble suddenly doesn't seem so dumb anymore, and I follow him into my house as he takes out some piece of electronics and walks around testing the air. Of course he doesn't find anything; I knew he wasn't going to. But suddenly I'm feeling a bit clever about that instead of shady. He climbs up on a ladder and checks out the monitor, and of course he notices the missing battery. When he looks down I bat my eyelashes at him.
"I must have forgotten to put it back in," I say, and the look in his eyes tells me he's picking up what I'm throwing down.
The medics get another call on their radio and I assure them I'm fine, I don't need any medical attention. My guy gets down off his ladder and tells them to go. "I got this, guys," he says, and they hurry off to go help someone with real problems.
They hurry out the front door and suddenly it's just the two of us. "Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?" he asks.
I don't respond, I just push the front door closed and hope he knows what he can do for me. I'm not disappointed; he steps towards me and then our mouths come together in the hottest kiss of my life. I don't even know this guy's name, but I'm tearing at his uniform like I just can't wait to get at him. Which, to be honest, I can't. The body I'm feeling underneath the starched fabric is un-fucking-believable, and I want it. I want it now. I'm almost in a trance as I reach down and unzip his fly, and a very sizable hard cock springs out.
Jesus, that bulge this morning was no lie. This is the cock of my dreams, and I can't keep my mouth off of it. I drop to my knees and swallow it as deep as I can. I've never deep throated someone before, but I just need this cock all the way inside me and somehow I get it all in there.
"Holy fuck," he moans, and leans back against the console table on my foyer wall. I pull back off his gorgeous cock and look up at him, then stroke his hard shaft while I turn my mouth's attention to his balls. The look on his face lights me up inside; he looks like he just can't stand how much he wants me, and I need to feel him inside me now.
I stand up, his cock still in my hand, and whisper, "Fuck me." I didn't think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, but it does, and I know he isn't going to say bahis şirketleri no.
He pulls my stretchy ponte pants and my lace thong down in one motion, then spins me around and suddenly his hard cock is sliding into my pussy. Apparently that was all the foreplay I needed, because I'm dripping wet, and he pushes in slowly but with no resistance. He moans and I suddenly feel like the sexiest woman in the history of the world. If this guy wants me, I must be. I reach back and spread my ass cheeks, trying to make room for him to slide in even deeper. I want to feel him bumping against my cervix, making it hurt just a tiny bit.
He pulls my blouse over my head without bothering with any of the buttons, then quickly unhooks my bra and lets it fall down my arms, where I shake it loose and let it fall to the floor. My tits are swaying with every thrust and he's got a hand on my waist and one pinching a nipple. Fuck, this is incredible. I can't help it, I bring a hand to my clit and start rubbing, then let the other hand slide back and hold his balls in my palm. I know I'm acting like a whore but I don't care. The feeling of his cock inside me is turning me into this. I just want more. "Faster," I yell, not caring if the neighbors hear. "Harder!"
He lets me have what I want. Now both his hands are gripping my waist, and I have to brace myself on the console table this time, while his balls are slapping against my clit as he slams inside me over and over. We're both making a lot of noise.
"I'm gonna cum!" he yells, and at the last second I decide I want it in my mouth. I pull away and turn around, dropping to my knees again and taking his cock into my throat. He grabs my shoulders and starts fucking my face. Jesus fucking Christ, this guy is so dirty and so hot. He explodes down my throat and I swallow some of it, then pull him out and let some of it drip from my mouth as I stroke him to get the rest.
I don't even recognize myself; I'm a being of pure sex now, not thinking about anything but the energy in the air surrounding us. "Give me more," I demand, looking up at him, hoping my eyes tell him how much I want from him.
This seems to drive him crazy, as another jet of cum sprays all over my face and my tits. I've never felt so sexy in my life. I'm licking his cock and balls now, wanting every drop of his cum, even wiping it off my face and chest and licking it off my fingers. He hasn't gone soft, and I realize now that I still have a chance to cum on his cock.
I walk over to my couch, sit on the arm with one leg up and just say, "Finish me." I don't know what he's going to choose, mouth or cock, but I'm thrilled when he hurries over and buries his cock deep in my pussy again. Jesus, this man has an incredible cock. He's pounding me like his life depends on it, and suddenly I'm right back there on the edge again.
"Fuck me!" It's like it's not even my voice; I can hear myself, but I can't control what I'm saying. "Fuck me hard!"
It must be my subconscious speaking, because it's what I want more than anything, and he gives it to me - so hard it almost hurts, in fact. But I know he isn't going to stop and I can feel that quiver rising in my pussy that tells me it's going to be a big one. Fuck, he's ramming my G spot just right. I can't do anything about it now. It's going to happen. It has to happen!
"I'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" I yell. I just need him to keep fucking me like that for one more minute. He doesn't falter, and soon I get that panicked feeling like I'm about to pee, and then I'm screaming and squirting all over his cock. My pussy clamps down on him so hard his eyes go wide, and then I can feel him jerk and pulse inside me. I'm breathing hard, trying to catch my breath, and so is he. We're sticky with sweat and each other's cum.
Fuck, did I ever need that. I giggle a little to myself as I think of the battery in my trash can. It may have been a little wrong, but the results were oh-so-right.