College Interruptus

Chapter Three

Weekend Wonders

On Friday morning I slept until nine. The effects of jet lag and time zone change were wiped out by my sexual endeavors with the delightful, young Deepa Dhillon. As I lolled in bed I smiled as I punned her name. I wish I was long enough to get in even deepa, I mused lightly. But then I remembered I had some further investigation to do.

After a breakfast of fried eggs and toast I began to examine the mirror/mural wall for a place to spy on my neighbour. There was a small bracket where the mirror abutted the mural. It was presumably intended to support a potted plant but I saw also other possibilities. The bracket was held to the wall by slots on either edge and when I slid it up I exposed a rectangular hole about 4 inches square. The wall was about four inches thick and insulated as a sound barrier but the insulation had been dug out to the wall in the next room and there was a small hole. Clearly this had been prepared to accommodate the pinhole camera and there was even a little box on which it could be placed. The bug could also be fitted against that wall so the sounds I picked up would be even muffled by insulation.

I set up the camera and the bug and left the leads covered by the bracket. Now when I decided to use the system (if I ever did) I just had to take off the bracket, use the bug’s and the camera’s USB connectors to hook up with my laptop and get a colour picture with sound.

After completing that I decided I should try the system out. I had a key to the as yet unoccupied apartment so I hooked everything up to my laptop and I could see the bed in the next room. I put it on record and went next door where I visited the bedroom…which was more or less a mirror image of my own, walked around, talked to myself a bit and generally tried to check out the range of my camera.

When I looked at what I’d recorded I was pleased. The wide angle lens of the camera gave broad coverage of the room with good detail and the bug picked up even small sounds.

I had just put away my laptop and put the bracket back when I heard a knock at the outside door. I opened the door and saw a petite, pretty brown girl who looked up at me shyly and said:

“Sorry to bother you Mr. Aspen. I’m Juanita Lago. I cleaned your apartment before you came and I have to have another clean of the other teacher’s apartment but I didn’t have a key.”

“Sure Juanita…I’ll let you in. Here’s the key. You can give it back when you’re done.”

I watched how her cute, little ass moved as she walked, like her full, round buttocks were mounted independently on ball bearings. If Deepa had not drained me so thoroughly last night I might have checked out the availability of this one who was not a schoolgirl and didn’t have a wedding ring.

I gave my spy system a real dry run watching Juanita cleaning the bedroom. There was no doubt that she was thorough. Maybe even nosy. If I got her as a cleaning lady and I was now determined to do so I’d have to make sure I secured anything I didn’t want her to see.

“Will you come every Saturday and clean my place, Juanita.”

“Oh sir…oohhh yesss. I like do that very much.” The way she answered my question sent thrill through my depleted system. She seemed almost to be offering more than just house cleaning. Damn. That would be perfect. I’d be able to quench my libido without dangerous liaisons with Deepa or other schoolgirls.

The boat was due to arrive in late afternoon and I thought it would be polite to greet my new fellow teacher.

The Dhillon family was out in force to greet their daughter Rhanai and Matsunder was there to also greet the new teacher. Rhanai was easy to identify since she was the only brown skinned girl getting off the boat. She was cute and maybe a bit on the plump side. It was easy to imagine that she would be built like her older sister by the time she reached sixteen.

I watched Mr. Dhillon greet a white girl who I knew must be the other teacher. I studied her as well as I could considering that she was dressed for cool weather with a waist length windbreaker that effectively disguised her bosom. I could see however that she had a delightful, full-lipped mouth, comfortably wide hips and long, shapely legs.

“Mr. Aspen, this is your fellow teacher, Miss Simmons.”

“Call me Joe,” I said as we shook hands. Her handshake was a bit tentative and her hand was cool, as was the look she gave me.

“I’m Irene,”” she said. And I’m bushed. It’s been a long trip.”

“Deepa…you show Ms. Simmons to her apartment. Guru, get the dock workers to take her possessions up right away. And if you can hang in long enough, we’d like you to have dinner with us in about an hour. Can you come too, Mr. Aspen?”

“I couldn’t say no to another chance to sample Mrs. Dhillon’s food. I’ll be there.”

The dinner was enjoyable and since she was now dressed in a skirt and blouse I was able to see that Irene was on the opposite end of the tit scale from Deepa.

The most uncomfortable part of the dinner was when Deepa, who was sitting between Irene and me, would lean close and whisper “Chode ga?” Nobody else heard it except maybe Irene.

Deepa was the self appointed chaperone who walked with Irene and me to the school. We entered Irene’s classroom from where she could get into her apartment and then Deepa came with me to my classroom.

“Chode ga?” she asked as soon as the door to Irene’s classroom closed behind us.

“What does that mean? When you said it at dinner I was afraid someone who understood would hear it and I’d be in trouble. I think Ms. Simmons did hear it…more than once…and she got a funny expression on her face.”

“It means do you want to fuck…so? Chode ga?”

“You know we can’t. You have to go!”

“Chodo mujhe! Please fuck me…just a quickie?”

“No Deepa! I mean it. We can’t…now leave before Guru comes looking for you,” and I grabbed her arm and virtually forced her out the door.

Then in my bedroom I quickly hooked up my laptop and watched as my neighbour got ready for bed. I was surprised to see that she was sipping from a water tumbler half filled with an amber liquid and then as I peered closer I saw a bottle on the end table beside her bed. It was scotch and not very good stuff either.

I decided to wait until next day before deciding how to proceed and I went to bed. The next day, Saturday was not a success. I invited Irene for coffee since I knew she had no supplies and she chose that opportunity to make sure I knew that our relationship would be professional and distant.

Later my little cock-tease Deepa took Irene shopping and then in the afternoon we met with the School Board. At that time I learned where she’d taught last year and also that she wanted to have a class in ballroom dancing for the upper school students. She volunteered me also as her assistant. With hindsight I know she wanted the dance lessons as a way to get closer to the upper school students but it also worked well for me.

We ate with the School Board at Sun Yat Café, the village’s only restaurant which was operated by Jack Chan and was known mainly and politically incorrectly as ‘the Chinaman’s’.

We went home after dinner and barely said goodnight as we reached our apartments. I had a friend in the town where she’d last taught and I sent him an e-mail asking him to find out what kind of teacher she was and then hooked up my laptop to keep an eye on my new neighbour.

The bedroom was empty and then a burst of steamy air showed as the bathroom door opened. She walked toward the bed and finally I got a good look at my co-teacher’s naked body.

Her breasts were small, less than a B-cup I guessed but the brown areolas were surprisingly large, at least two and maybe three inches in diameter. But the feature that most caught my eye was hair. Her pubic area was covered by a forest of dark, curly pubic hair that appeared to be growing untrimmed except for a distinct upper limit where she appeared to have shaved so that her belly wasn’t covered by the same hirsute forest.

She opened a drawer in the little table beside her bed and took out the bottle of scotch. She also took out a smaller bottle with a clear liquid in it and then, from the lower drawer she took out a black and white cylinder about eight inches long with a two inch ball at one end attached to the rest by a narrow neck. It took me a moment or so to realize that it must be a vibrator or some kind of masturbation tool. My spirits rose. If she was horny enough to use that, surely she’d welcome some live man-meat inside.

She sat on the bed and fortunately it was the side facing me (and my camera.) I watched as she poured some colourless fluid from the little bottle and then I realized that it was some kind of massage oil.

Leaning forward, she dribbled the oil over her thighs and belly and also on the palm of one hand. She started at her feet and worked her way up to her knees, spreading the oil evenly across her skin. I could see her fingers make circular motions up her thighs. Her hands slowly made their ways to her inner thighs, made her body shake slightly. Sliding down lower on the bed a little, she spread her knees apart and continued to rub, her thumbs brushing against the hairy edge that framed her pussy. Even through her profuse hairiness I could see her cuntlips, thick and fat and oh so lewdly inviting.

I glanced higher and saw that her nipples had started to harden and with a sigh she leaned back on the bed and started to rub the oil against her breasts. Her hands slid easily across her skin, cupping her breasts and squeezing gently, thumbs and index fingers capturing her nipples and pulling lightly and then twisting a little harder.

A moan escaped her lips as she tugged harder on what I suddenly realized were exceptionally long and thick nipples. What she lacked in tit size was more than compensated by her nipples and they were, I was sure, a much more sensitive for erotic attention.

With her eyes closed, her fingers tweaked her nipples; her thighs squeezing together and then she ran her hands down her stomach and her fingers cupped the hairy nest that hid her clit. She began to move her hips up and down, she moaned and moved one hand down to stroke her hair wreathed lips. The oil on her fingertips slid easily across her exposed lips, making her shiver as her fingers moved quickly to her pussy, two fingers holding her lips apart as another started to stroke her clit. She jumped slightly as she rubbed, her finger moving down further and feeling the wetness that was slowly seeping out of her pussy. Collecting some of the wetness, she returned her finger to her clit and rubbed it in, the hard little nub responding to her touch and sending signals throughout her body to wake up.

One hand worked her pussy, fingers moving from her clit and then down, slowly inserting them into her pussy and raising her hips to meet her own thrusts. As her fingers fucked her, she massaged her breast in her other hand. I checked to be sure I was recording the whole scene and I was.

Moaning softly, she pushed back farther on the bed but lluckily she remained crossways so that I was still looking directly up between her widespread legs at her hairy pussy. Two fingers were pumping her pussy hard, her thumb rubbing her clit in small circles and when she added a third finger I was sure that she’d taken more than fingers and dildos into that fat fucknest.

“Yes…oh God yes…fuck me with your hard young cock,” I heard her say as her finer motions became more frantic. “Oh yes Jimmy,”, she moaned, squeezing her thighs around her hands and holding them prisoner deep inside her cunt. Her toes curled, her calves jerked and her thighs pulsated visibly as she whined, “Yaahhhh….yaahhhh….cummmm,” and I wondered enviously who the Jimmy was who had just brought her to orgasm.

.With one final shake, her thighs loosened and released her hand. She removed her fingers from her pussy and then brought them to her mouth, sucking each one of them into her mouth and I fantasized how it would feel it it was my cock and not her fingers getting that delicate attention.

The ache in my balls was too much to endure. I disconnected my laptop and lay naked on the bed with the laptop on my belly. I stroked my throbbing tool while I watched Irene masturbate and imagining that I was the lucky Jimmy I erupted with a sheet-staining ejaculation.

As I sort of relaxed I had an idea. I went to the kitchen where I kept my computer accessories in the bottom drawer under tea towels and such and I got a long USB connector as well as a short one. I cross slinked the sound with the camera and was able to hide it all within the cavity made for the cameraI. Then I took a single lead and ran it down the wall and along until it was just under the stand for my 32” television. I placed the laptop on the bottom shelf under the TV and then made the connection that would show the laptop image on the 32” screen.

When I turned the system on I did not find what I’d expected. Irene was not sleeping after her momentous, self-administered orgasm. I could see that the whiskey level in the bottle was much lower than before. And then I saw her TV where the action could not have come from the local delivery system. She was playing a DVD, an x-rated DVD and then I saw that she was holding that large cylinder with a ball on the end.

There was a faint buzzing sound as she held the vibrating ball in the hairy nest of her pussy and when he breathing became frantic she moved it to her thick, upthrust nipples. I don’t know how long I watched her but I think she had at least a handful of orgasms although none seemed as intense as the first one I had seen earlier.

With the big screen Irene was almost lifelike and I looked at her closely, imagining that my hand was her juicy cunt and I was buried to the hilt and pounding her hair-cushioned twat. Once again I spouted and once again I stained my bedclothes.

I cleaned off the evidence of my own Onanism, never thinking that the remaining stain would later lead to a more satisfying climax.

Irene had put her vibrator aside and was draining the last of her scotch directly from the bottle. Did my co-teacher have a drinking problem? Would I try to take advantage of it? I didn’t know the answer to either question at that moment.