I got the call yesterday that I needed to meeting with my son's teacher, he wasn't in trouble, but she would like to talk to me about some inappropriate behavior he's been a part of. The problem is, she sounded hot....like, in a way that you knew she was trying to get my attention. So, we set it up so that I would be swinging by on the lunch break hour.

It was a strange feeling walking the halls of a high school again, jeez, you could actually smell the hormones in the air. Though I was now a 39 year old man with a little grey in my once-brown hair, it was refreshing to be around younger people for a change. I made my way through the high school and stopped at the door labelled "Mrs. Jones", *ah, married, my I misread her phone voice* I thought when I knocked.

"It's unlocked, please come in."

I stepped through the door. *No. Nope. I wasn't definitely not fucking reading her wrong*. Even my oblivious ass could read this for what it was. Mrs. Jones was sitting on her desk, leg one over the other, black pencil skirt, tight button-up shirt that left no part of her underwear to the imagination, deep red lipstick, holding a pad of paper and the pen between her teeth. Her thigh-high stockings ending with what I can only tell as garter belt clasps that were ever-so-slightly visible from my angle. *This is ok dress code for a teacher?* was my first fleeting though before being pushed out of the way by that cartoon wolf whistling at the girl on stage in my mind.

"Oh, h-hi...Mrs. Jones?" I said, trying to keep it together. A moment later I recomposed myself, regaining the confidence that suddenly took flight when presented with this picture of lust.
"You needed to see me?"

"Yes," she started, "I just wanted to see if the rumors were true about Robbie's dad." Mrs. Jones looked me up and down as she said it.

"Looks like they were right. Mrs. Jones." Getting up and holding out her hand.

I shook and and noticed her hand linger a little longer than usual, and even then slid out instead of withdrawing. Just that motion sent my mind into thinking about how wonderful that soft hand sliding up and down my cock, with those red lips sealing the suction of her mouth as she tries to suck my brains out through my dick.

"Mr. Ficke?" she asked, "...are you ok? I said have a seat over here in my chair."

"Sorry, I spaced out..." I said as I took her seat. Comfy....and warm, like she was just sitting here before I knocked.

With a fluid motion she hopped up on the desk with a little bounce, where I couldn't help but notice her ample bosom jiggle a bit on the landing. My god, I bet those tits look amazing when they're bouncing on my cock, or maybe heaving in rhythm to my thrusts...I want to take her right here, fuck her on this desk. I want to pull that skirt up and just shove my cock into her with her clothes still now. I want to feel the wetness of her pussy all around my cock as her moans fill the room while banging her out.

Oh shit, her shirt is so tight I can see the lingerie she's wearing underneath. This was no ordinary meeting.

"I can see you're a little distracted, Mr. Ficke." she teased.

"Oh, not at all, remember how *hard* school was for me. Bringing back a lot of memories here for me."

"Well, if you want, we could meet outside of school hours. I would hate to make things hard for you."

*I'm playing right into your hands, aren't I?* "Sure, that would be fine. But I wouldn't want Mr. Jones to miss you..."

"Mr. Jones hasn't missed me in years, I can break away for a bit....or longer." she hinted.

(Thanks for reading my (longer) prompt! Hi, I'm Jon, a 39 year old guy, 6' tall, blue eyes. Looking for any potential teachers out there, just need to fill in name and description, and where we should meet up. Would it be somewhere private, public (maybe with lots of teasing and edging until we can break away), something else completely? You decide and we'll take it from there! This can be either a short or long-term thing; maybe we're just needing to get our fuck on and leave it at that, maybe the fuck is so good we become addicted to each other and sneak around on our SOs?

I only have a few no-gos; No Death, dismemberment, blood, guts, toilet, animals, or other things along those lines.

Looking to hear back soon!)