Stacey 2

by Joaane

I have been going commando all morning. I took my knickers off during the test we had to sit this morning. Miss Cartwright, my teacher, has also been without her knickers all morning. I know this because her flimsy nylon and lacey pure white panties are in my school satchel along with mine.

Miss Cartwright is about thirty odd years old, about the same as my mom. She is very beautiful. She always looks good, even at school, without a trace of make up. She would always wear starched white blouses, a broad black belt that bridged the gap between the blouse and the dark pleated skirt. Apart from the cleanliness and the starched purity of the blouse, the only way you would know that she ever changed her clothes was the colour of the skirt. Sometimes it was black, sometimes dark blue and sometimes grey. Today it was blue. Miss Cartwright and I share the secret, exciting knowledge that we are almost naked. The exciting, hot, tingling feeling when the draught of air crosses your naked cunnie and you know that your weeping pussy is just a gossamer of material away from the public gaze.

She made love to me in the privacy of her classroom this morning. Looking at her nobody would suspect a thing. I guess if anyone thought about it at all, they like me, would assume that she would be wearing big knickers with tights all very virginal and as pure as her blouse. I am the only one that knows that this is not the case. I know that she wears the sexiest panties and she prefers stockings instead of tights. I know that she is naked from her stocking tops around her bottom, over her anus and pussy and over her wonderfully trimmed mound and on, up over her tummy to her waist. I also know that this is the first time for her and that her pussy will be weeping, glistening pink, gaping from the denseness of her dark minge, aching for penetration and relief. I know that she will have been pressing her thighs together sending shock waves through her, making the aching for sex even worse. I know that she will have been touching herself every chance she got. I know this, because that is what I have been doing.

I had been waiting for her outside her room for what seemed like ages. At last I saw her turn the corner by the toilets and walk the two or three hundred yards up the corridor towards me. She was with other teachers, but she was smiling a broad beautiful smile as she saw my waiting. My heart pounded and my knees shook. I could feel my face burning red and sweating. I wanted her with every aching fibre of my body. My pussy wept, wetting my inner thighs and exaggerating the coolness of the air.

She stopped in front of me, “You don’t look well,” she said. The other teachers walked on without missing a step. “See you Monday” one of them called as she passed. “Have you got all your things?” she asked me. “Yes I said,” wondering why she wasn’t unlocking the door and why she wasn’t ravaging me as I desperately wanted her to and ached for.

“Come with me,” she ordered. “Where are we going?” I pleaded. “You will see.” she said. She then marched me back down the corridor and around into the other corridor by the toilets. Half way down that corridor we stopped as she knocked on a door. This was the forbidden corridor and this was the headmistress’s office. “Come in,” came the call from within. I was in a state of panic as Miss Cartwright opened the door and ushered me in. “As you can see, Head Mistress,” she said, pushing me in front of her, “Stacey is in some distress and she complains of severe tummy pains.” My sexed up appearance backed up what she was saying. “I am finished now for the weekend I can drop her off at home, if you like. Will you clear her afternoon timetable for me so that I can get off?” “Yes, yes I can see,” said the big imposing woman. “The girl is burning up. Yes, this is good of you, drop her off, I will take care of everything and thank you.” Miss Cartwright had a caring womanly arm around my shoulder as she ushered me out of the office.

Once out of the school and on the way to her car she laughed, “Sorry about that,” she said, “but what we need from each other will take a lot longer than a single lunch break.” The condition I was in outside of her room had given her the idea, which has now set us free for the afternoon. Once in the car she felt up my skirt and caressed my soothness, “lovely,” she said and set off. I felt up her skirt as she drove. I felt the comforting warmth of her bush and pressed my hand into the slippery wetness of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, which pushed my hand away. “Not while I am driving,” she said. I leaned back in my chair, pouting my lips. I sucked her juices off my fingers noisily as I played with my pussy. “You just wait” she laughed.

She drove at speed out into the countryside, she seemed to know were she was going. I lay back with my feet up onto the dashboard. Anyone that looked into the car would se my naked and very eager pussy, but no one did. I have the window slightly open. It was a warm day and the cool air was wonderful.

We turned off the main road onto a country lane. The lanes got narrower and the hedges got higher the further we went on. Eventually we reached a narrow hump backed bridge. She slowed right down I thought she was trying to see if anything was coming the other way, but without warning she pulled off the road onto a small gravel lay by. She stopped the engine. She leaned across me and kissed me hard on the lips. “Get out,” she said.

I got out and closed the door. The clunk of the door sounded louder that usual. The still of the countryside exaggerated the sound. She got out and the clunk of the door and the beep of the lock was almost one. I became aware of the sound of fast running water. She took me by the hand and led me to the stile. She climbed over it first showing me the neatly trimmed but very bushy minge as she did so. I followed her, but as I stood on top of the stile she slipped both arms up my skirt and hugged me close. She then held my bottom in both hands felt and enjoyed the hotness of her hands. She pressed her face hard into my groin and kissed me hard on my pussy. She lifted me down, still holding me close and kissed me on the lips, but this time her kiss was gentle. My clothes had ridden up and so my bottom was on show to anyone looking. My juices ran free as I reached down and ran my hand up and down her bush.

There was a hardly used path along the river, probably only used by anglers. The path was not wide enough to walk side by side. I followed her like a maidservant. Without slowing her pace she slowly undid her blouse. She took it off and threw it in my direction. I laid it across my arm. Next she unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. It slipped down threatening to fall to the ground, she managed the gather it up and step neatly out of it. This too came flying back towards me to join the blouse already on my arm.

The teacher I knew now became a wanten whore. She gyrated as she walked dressed only in her suspender belt, stockings and bra. She giggled as she danced and turned and gyrated along the path. “We are here,” she suddenly declared. She turned off the path and ran up the wooded hill to the top. I followed as fast as I could. She held up the barbed wire to allow me to get through. I held it for her and we found ourselves in a field of corn. “Where are we?” I asked. “This is my special place. This was our farm when I was your age. This is where my brother and my sister first seduced me. They both fucked me and then each other. I always preferred her.”

She beat a path into the corn and then flattened a clearing. When she was happy with her work she turned to me. She squatted down so that she was looking up at me. She undid my skirt, which fell freely to the ground. All that was left was my school blouse and tie. The breeze played all around me as she very slowly removed my tie and then button by button slowly undid my blouse. I let it fall to the ground. I stood there naked except for shoes and socks. She gazed at me. The breeze was wonderful. My nipples on top of my little bumps stood out and hardened. “You are gorgeous,” she said.

She undid her bra and threw it to one side. Her eyes never left mine. Her tits were full and firm with huge nipples. They stood out invitingly. “Love my darling,” she whispered. She rolled back taking me with her and laying me on top of her. I sucked hard on one of her nipples and held onto the other breast, feeling its firmness as I caressed it. I reached down and worked her clitoris as I did with my mom. She gently urged my down her body. “Fuck me darling,” she pleaded. Her back arched as I pressed my fingers into her. She returned the thrust of my hand with a thrust of her hips. She panted and gasped and pleaded for more until suddenly every part of her quivered. Her juices squirted out in an arc onto the corn floor. She threw her head back and she screamed at the top of her voice. The birds in the trees surrounding the river took off in panic. I was at first shocked, but realized that there was nobody to hear. She rolled over and with her fingers she then expertly fucked me to a frantic orgasm. We lay together enjoying the warmth of the sun and the cool of the breeze making much more gentle love to each other. Time flew by, and in what seemed like no time at all, it was time to retrace our steps. We carried our things and walked, still naked, back to the car. We paddled in the river on the way and occasionally we made love in the woods. She licked me to orgasm with my legs around her neck and my back pressed against a tree. When we arrived at the car, I stood in the middle of the road and called at the top of my voice, “Look at me I am naked and I have been really well fucked.” There was no one to hear, but I enjoyed it.

We just put on our outer clothes, she left off her bra and just put on her blouse and skirt. She then kept her promise to the headmistress and took me home.