A Perverted School Teacher
By
Jay Merson
© Copyright. Jay Merson 2004.
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Chapter 1
He sat at the head of the class, behind his desk, looking out over the rows of desks and the teasing young bitches sitting behind them. His cock was so stiff with need that it throbbed with a constant dull ache and pressed painfully against the insides of his trousers. Beneath the desks his gaze moved, taking in the wonderful sights to be gained there, the fresh bronzed legs above the little white ankles socks, the flashes of exposed thigh and, even the odd glimpse of their tiny panties. Sadly, these girls were too young, all in the sixteen-year age bracket and therefore – legally out of bounds to him. He pondered though on the vacancy he had seen advertised, in a staff magazine and at a girl’s school for six-formers. He felt pre-cum leaking from the eye-hole of his pulsing cock as he glanced up at the tight, white blouses the little bitches wore, at the thrust of their breasts against the thin material and he groaned longingly. His mind was made up, he would apply for the position and then, with good fortune, he would be amongst girls that were of age – and therefore available to him. The sixth-formers there would all be eighteen-years and over, at or over the age of consent, legally touchable if they were willing and – he could soon see to it that they would be.
Derrick Frampton’s life seemed about to take a turn for the better, all he needed to do now, was to get an interview and to gain the post offered. Then he could start teaching the dirty little bitches - in his own and rather special way.
***
The interview had gone splendidly that morning and, he had been invited by the panel to return for the second and final selection interview. ‘Short-listed’ they had said but, he knew better, he had done his homework. The school lay in a remote area of woodland, was difficult to get to even by car and, was not the most sought-after school from a prospective staff member’s point of view given the salary they were offering. There would be few applicants for this post, only the most dedicated, and the desperate or, of course, the perverted, would apply for such a post. Derrick chuckled at that thought as he waited to be given the guided tour by an existing staff member. The job was as good as his, the rest now merely formality. He sat in the reception area reading the advertising leaflet for the school, the statistics, facts and figures some of which were of the greatest of interest to him.
Two hundred and twenty girls were resident at the school, all of age and all living-in. He felt his cock stirring to life in his pants as he imagined the wonderful smells of the girls that would linger in the changing rooms, the locker rooms, the dormitories and…
“Mister Frampton?”
She wasn’t too bad actually, better than he had imagined, in fact, given her frumpy name. Miss Potts, a bland and uninteresting name to say the least but, he felt, this woman teacher would be worth a fuck. He stood, accepted her hand and shook it politely, mentally taking in the starchy manner of the woman, the tight, thin lips and, the rather pleasing thrust of her bust as her tits pushed the front of her blouse out to give hint to the amount she possessed. Her hair was cut short, horribly styled and, had she taken more care to style it better, she could have looked quite appealing. She wore a tight and dark blue skirt that reached down to her knees, tight and clinging on the hips and that pulled in nicely around and under her arse. In all, she had quite an attractive slim figure, shame that her face ruined it but then, when stoking the fire you don’t look at the mantelpiece. He followed along the corridor, noting the shapely calves of her legs and the thin seam of her nylons, black and sheer that simply had to be stockings and not panty-hose, his cock jerked as he visualised the creamy pale tops of her thighs above the tops of them. He liked too the way her arse wiggled as she walked, her buttocks seemed nice and firm and her hips ample without being over large. Whenever women, he felt, were on their hands and knees, naked and ready for a fuck, their hips always seemed to double in size and that was one of his pet hates – oversized hips. This woman though, slender and so very petite, was shaggable enough and, given her looks, would probably be most grateful to be given a length of stiff cock.
“The school canteen,” she said briskly, waving her hand to the right without even looking in that direction. She halted abruptly, pulled open the door and stepped in. “A large and functional hall that serves as the assembly area and as the dining area.”
‘Oh God,’ Derrick thought as he listened to the woman prattling on, ‘I just hope this tour is over with as soon as is possible, the manner of the woman was already getting though to him. To his delight though, they passed through the dining hall and out into the gym, the hall was in use and noisily filled with about fifty squealing young sluts in the skimpiest of gym slips he had ever laid eyes on. Derrick stood in awe of the wonderful expanses of leg being displayed, spell-bound by the slender young thighs and delightful little gym-slips flipping up as the girls moved, giving cock-jerking glimpses of their navy-blue knickers beneath. There were tall girls, short girls, blonde girls, brunettes and red heads, all delightfully young and all – with such tempting young bodies.
“I think we have seen enough here,” the woman said in a starchy tone, noting his greedy ogling of the pupils. “We will move out into the grounds and I can point out the various classrooms and building from there. That way we won’t disturb classes,” she said frostily and strode out of the hall.
“More likely it is to keep me away from the girls in those classes,” Derrick muttered to himself and then followed on behind her.
Outside though he was treated to a further jock-pulsing display of female bodies, one of the classes was seated out on the grass, under the trees and in the warm spring sunshine that was now warming by the hour. They sat around reading, in their little pleated grey skirts, some with knees draw up and displaying not only the backs of their lean thighs, but the beginnings of their buttocks also. Here again the variety of offering was varied. Blonde hair tied in pigtails, in ponytails, hanging loose and flowing but all, every single girl, held that riveting glow of radiant youth and adolescence. Their blouses were tight fitting to show the slim waists, the flat stomachs and the wonderful rise of their growing breasts. Their faces were painted, their eyes made up and, most cock-rearing of all, most sported garish red lipstick that made their full lips and mouths the focal points of their pretty faces. I was in all, a display of the most wonderful and tempting female bodies and that, made his cock stiffen to a pulsing hardness that, Derrick had to conceal by carrying his briefcase in front of him.
The teasing bitches looked and giggled as he passed; some fluttering their eye-lids but most smiling. The knowingness of those smiles though increased his heart rate dramatically, it was if their glances spoke to him, saying something like ‘I know you are looking at me you dirty old man, at my mouth, imagining my lips closing around your cock and…’
“Mister Frampton?” The woman teacher accompanying him snapped in irritation. “I was explaining the layout of the buildings but you appear not to have heard me.”
“Sorry,” he muttered and followed her again; glancing back to take one last look at a particularly pretty and shapely blonde that was returning his gaze avidly. Derrick tried to put such thoughts aside for the rest of the tour but, and his mind was made up, he wanted this job – more than anything in this world.
***
The removals van drove off, around the high hedges that screened the lodge house from the rest of the estate, all goods unloaded and the task finished. Derrick stood in the doorway of his new home and gave an excited shout, jumping up and punching his hand in the air. “Yes!” he yelled and then again. “Yes! Yes!”
Not only had he got the job he had applied for but, in addition, the gatehouse cottage as his home for the duration. It helped support the below-rate salary of the teaching post and, with no mortgage or rent to pay, he could in fact be financially better off, added to that, the remote location of the gatehouse in relation to the school – discreetly perfect for his needs. He pushed his hands into his trouser pockets and walked around the high hedges, onto the main drive of the estate and looked over to the schoolhouse standing back in the centre of the grounds. Old and rambling, large and slightly foreboding it looked but, did he care? Not a bit, it housed the sweet little pussies he was after and that, was all that concerned him. Thought the lining of his trouser pocket he gripped his stiffening cock, his mind conjuring up flashes of thighs, backside, panties and swelling tits with their immature nipples still soft and puckered. He felt surge after surge of sensation race through his cock, his balls felt full and heavy and his anus gripped in delightful spasm at the prospect of the fun to come.
He whistled contentedly as he walked back to the cottage. He had the next day and the day after to unpack and to get straight, the whole of the weekend in which to prepare – for Monday, for his very first day amongst the teasingly little bitches up there at the school.
***
Even before the that afternoon was out he had found that his bedroom window, above the surrounding hedges and facing the school, provided a most interesting and exciting view he hadn’t anticipated. It looked out onto the west wing of the school, the four-storey wing of the huge house that served as the dormitories. The wide balconies of the dormitories were literally packed with sunbathing girls, taking advantage of the warm sun as they went into the weekend. Derrick peered through his binoculars, panning left and right along the girls and fixed his gaze on one tall and cracking looking brunette. The bitch was wonderful, naked all but a miniscule pair of white panties and her sun glasses. He moved his view down to her breasts and adjusted the focus of the binoculars to zoom in, gasping as he got a full view of her full and pendulous breasts. Her nipples were dark and long, sticking out like chapel hat-pegs in the most teasing and tempting manner that made his cock jerk in spasm. The bitch was standing, arching her back and running the fingers of both her hands through her long hair. The action arched her body marvellously to pronounce the curve of her back as it met her neat buttocks and at her front, the gusset of her panties pulled so tightly over her mound that he swore he could define, or imagine, the outline of her labia. She though, seemed representative of the rest in that she was a poser, a teaser, a young growing girl aware of her body and looks. Of the effects that she could have and, each of them flaunted their bodies freely and proudly as they toasted and bronzed their skin in the fading Friday sun. He did precious little unpacking that afternoon, he remained at his bedroom window using his binoculars to aid his cause, ogling and leering, zooming in on and carefully inspecting, the wonderful delights that his new school had to offer.
***
Saturday, another bright and sunny day, was by necessity passed unpacking, sorting out and getting things put away. It took much self-restraint for Derrick to resist the temptation to peek again but, it had to be and he immersed himself in the tasks, trying desperately not to think girls for at least the one day. By evening the greater part was finished, with only the more routine bits left and they could be done as he went along. It was then, a very tired but very excited Derrick that went to bed that night, to dream of musky-smelling panty gussets, short and revealing gym-slips and sweet hairy pussies and, of course, pert little rubbery nipples.
***
From his watching place in the bedroom he looked out through the binoculars, not at the dormitories this time but to the grounds of the estate in the distance. It was Sunday, the day bright and sunny and, many small groups of girls were either walking or sitting around in the meadows and small woods that made up the large estate. With his cock now pulsed a dull and urgent need, Derrick devised his plan to begin to make contact with the tempting little bitches. He pulled on thick socks and walking boots, filled a small rucksack with drinks and sandwiches, hung his binoculars around his neck and set off to roam the grounds.
Along the perimeter fence he walked, cutting slightly to his left so as to gradually, and seemingly innocently, head toward the central meadow and the small copse of trees on the rise of the hill beyond. He was aware that he could be seen from the school, nosey staff members surely would be watching, for that reason he veered off again to his right and then, once out of sight of the school, cut back behind the rise and up into the trees at the top. As he moved through the undergrowth he could see between the trees, to the grassed area on the other side, to the spot where three girls sat chatting, giggling and sunbathing in the very skimpiest of outfits. To his great dismay the three then stood up, brushed grass off their backsides and moved off, down the slope and back toward the distant school.
Derrick cursed as he moved on through the trees, reached the spot where the girls had been and sat heavily down on the ground, fuming that his Sunday fun had been denied him. His very first attempted contact with the sluts had been thwarted and he wasn’t pleased. His cock throbbed in need of a good fuck; his balls were heavy and full, maintaining an ache all of their own that on young pussy could relieve. He opened his rucksack, pulled out a can of drink and his sandwiches, having no other choice now but to sate some of his hunger with food as an alternative to eating pussy.
“You’re the new teacher – aren’t you?”
Derrick whirled around in utter shock, he hadn’t even been aware that the girl was there but – he was most certainly pleased that she was. The bitch was lounged back on the grass, her upper body propped up on her elbows. She was tall and blonde, with wide blue and sparkling eyes that danced with devilment and knowing mischief. Her top half, well some of it at least, was covered by a skimpy and tight white tee-shirt what pulled over and up under her breasts to project her mounds out marvellously and to leave her midriff bare. One of her legs was raised at the knee, supported on her elbows and slightly drawn up, a posing posture obviously designed to attract – and that it most certainly did. The maroon skirt she wore, a short and pleated one, clung wonderfully to the top of her thighs to clearly portray the shape of them and beneath, hi hung down in cock-jerking perfect to reveal all of her long legs and thighs right up to the swell of her buttocks. Black panties! She was wearing tiny black panties, he could see the thin sting pulling up the cleft of her backside and he felt his cock jerking within his pants in a rapid series of gripping convulsions of delight.
“Yes,” he croaked, trying to regain his composure after the – not unpleasant – shock of his life. “I begin teaching tomorrow.”
“Commerce and finances,” she said in a low and husky tone, her eyes never leaving his face, her stare knowing and full of teasing. “You are to give all classes extra tuition in an effort to improve the dreadful exam results the school is achieving.”
He was impressed.
“You are well informed,” he replied, swivelling around to face her and to drop his gaze to the underneath of her skirt.
She smiled, her full and sensual lips parting slightly, the bright red lipstick glowing brighter still in the strong sunlight, “So, Mister handsome, new teacher, Are you strict?”
“Very,” he challenged, returning her knowing stare and trying hard to cope with the agony of his stiff cock pressing against the insides of his trousers.
She giggled. “All the male staff members are. They cane us or give us the slipper for the slightest error.”
“I wonder why that could be,” he chuckled, picked up his rucksack and moved closer, sitting down to her side and a little back from her, still facing her but still also able to take advantage of the undersides of her thighs she was flashing.
“Because they are dirty old men,” she sniggered and her gaze flicked down to the front of his trousers. “And are you, Mister new teacher – a dirty old man too?”
He smiled back easily, even though his brow was coated with perspiration and his cock was thumping like a drum in need of this slut’s attentions, “Dirty perhaps, but old, certainly not.”
She giggled coyly.
“I know,” she teased and jerked her head fashion-model style to flick her long hair back off her face. “By the way you have been looking up my skirt.”
“Shouldn’t I then?” he responded quickly and grinned.
She grinned back and shrugged her shoulders in indifference, “If it turns you on.”
“It does,” he stated firmly and again held her stare.
She began rocking her raised knee side-to side, seeming innocently, teasingly parting her thighs momentarily to offer him fleeting sights of her panty gusset. “So, we are to learn all about finance and commerce from you?”
He looked down to take full advantage of her offering, swallowing hard as the thin black gusset was first offered and then snatched from his sight. Derrick fancied that, at times, he could also detect strands of blonde pubic hair sticking out from the sides of the tight gusset. He cleared his throat and, with not a little difficulty, said, “My brief also, is to correct and improve the spoken and written English of all pupils.”
For a moment she stared challengingly at him, in silence and with only the chirping of the birds in the woods to break into the electrifying, sexually-charged atmosphere that existed between them. The girl, fully aware of him looking under her skirt and between her thighs, said, “And would you? Mister new teacher without a name, punish me if I should make an error?”
His heart was beating ten to the dozen and his cock was jerking like an electrified eel as he fought to control the tone and pitch of his voice. Finally, he nodded and offered a direct challenge. “I would put you over my knee and spank that pretty little backside of yours.”
The girl’s expression changed to one of seriousness and yet her eyes blazed thrill. He watched her Adam’s apple bob in her slender throat as she swallowed and then, she rose to the challenge, “In that case. I ain’t do’in nuffink wrong.”
He roared with laughter, enjoying her offering and then, his expression dropped to a stern mask of officialdom. “Get across my knee you naughty girl,” he said with as much of a smile as he could raise whilst fighting back the urge to just get his cock out and slip it up her.
She lay as she had been for a moment, holding his stare, her entire body quivering with excited thrill and the veins in her throat pulsing a rapid drumbeat of wild sexual throbbing. The girl first sat up then stood up, straightened her skirt under his watchful gaze and walked slowly around to stand by his right side. With much display of her shape and confidence she knelt slowly and lay forward across his lap, wriggling her body down onto him and shifting herself so that her hips were positioned over his right thigh. She reached out with both her arms and straightened her legs, adopting a pose like a diver plunging into a pool, across his lap and with her backside pushing up near his face.
Derrick could feel the firm, warm mound of her pussy pressing into the top of his thigh, and the tops of her thighs, hot and radiating her body heat through their clothing and onto his. Her slim waist pressed against his stiff cock, trapping it wonderfully between his belly and her side and the heady sensations that surged through him were indescribably delightful. With his cock pulsing a rapid pounding of pure thrill and need he used his left hand to lift the back of her little skirt.
“Naughty,” she chided playfully and wriggled her hips to rub her pussy mound hard down onto his thick thigh.
The sight of her buttocks made his cock leak pre-lube and his balls to tighten to a most painful firmness that simply needed release of his sperm inside them. Her perfect neat rounds, tanned and unblemished were presented to him in all their glory, the firm, young skin taut and the cleft tight and so very tempting. The thin thread of her tiny black knickers pulled harshly down into her crack, disappearing completely in the centre before bulging out between the tops of her thighs to form the pad of her gusset. The gusset covering her puffy pussy lips was firm and wide, giving hint to the fully developed woman’s pussy that lay beneath and Derrick felt a few waves of pre-climax rushing to him.
“How many?” he croaked excitedly. “How severe a punishment does the naughty girl deserve?”
The girl’s voice too had altered in tone, down to a low and husky rasp that portrayed her great arousal and the pounding thrill that she too was experiencing. “That is for the master to decide,” she said playfully but the seriousness in her tone could not be disguised.
Derrick lifted his arm, all the time looking down on the wonderful sight of her almost naked backside and brought his hand down to crack his palm onto both her buttock cheeks at the same time. It wasn’t a particularly hard slap, more a token one, to feel the water and to test her levels of acceptance and pain. The thrill he experienced at that moment superseded anything he had ever known, to touch his hand on her warm, firm backside was delight itself and the lovely little gasp she gave combined to send his sense of thrill soaring. Derrick left his hand resting on her warm buttocks for a moment and then slapped her again, slightly harder this time.
“Ouch,” she uttered playfully although the slap could hardly have hurt her. It was more a teasing little utterance, designed to further encourage and arouse.
And so he began a steady rhythm of spanking; slapping her buttocks with his palm and pausing there to move his fingers slightly and to feel her skin and then slapping her again. All over her buttocks he slapped, moving his aim around her mounds so as to cover the entire area of her neat little backside. It excited him greatly that throughout, she rested there silently, allowing him to spank her and yet, not uttering a sound nor protesting, simply laying there to savour the feelings of an older man admonishing her. It was obvious by the way she was grinding her mound down onto his thigh that the girl was becoming increasingly aroused by his attentions. That in turn added to his excitement and he moved his aim down now, so that when he slapped his finger tips flicked in between the backs of her thighs to lightly and briefly touch at her thinly veiled pussy lips, when he slapped her so the girl tensed, shuddered slightly and uttered a sigh, not of pain but one of deep appreciation. There he aimed, all of his slaps not striking her thus, increasing slightly in power as the rhythm gained momentum. Within minutes the girl was moaning constantly, her hips shifting in time with his spanking to rub her mound and clit against the hard muscle of his thigh.
Derrick used his left hand to now rest on her back, caressing her between the shoulder blades and that small act, drew a louder sigh of appreciation from the girl. Her head lowered to rest on her arms, her legs parted slightly to give him better access to her pussy mound and he slapped on, each time lingering to feel with his finger tips. Within a few minutes more and with her buttocks now sporting an almost even reddish hue, Derrick allowed his fingers to remain between the tops of her thighs and used the tip of his middle finger to gently trace the line of her pussy slit through the gusset of her panties.
“Mmmm,” she moaned in encouragement and wriggled her body to crush her side against his throbbing cock. The girl moaned more encouragement still as his finger explored the side elastic of her panties, seeking a way under the tight band between her legs to try to get to the prize that lay beneath. She gave a louder yet lower toned moan of approval as he succeeded, his finger wriggled under the elastic and his finger made contact with her wet, warm pussy slit.
With his hands trembling and his breathing hard and fast, Derrick worked his finger further in, into the soft, pink folds of her inner lips and then to the wet entrance of her pussy itself. He almost came as he pushed in, easing his finger up into her pussy hole, into her soft, warm interior and far up into the teasing slut’s pussy tunnel. With the moaning girl laid across his lap, Derrick slowly finger-fucked her pussy from the rear, pushing as far up into her as he could to revel in the warmth of her body enveloping his thick digit. He used his left hand to reach down and to pull her panties aside and then gently eased a second finger of his right hand into her alongside the other, side by side to form a thicker and more cock-like size of invader. Then he began to thrust with his fingers, giving the little bitch what she obviously needed, sexual gratification and attention to her pussy. As he fingered the whimpering girl Derrick slid his left hand around under her body and felt at her tits through her thin tee-shirt.
“I think you need some extra tuition,” he panted hoarsely as he pumped his arm, “At the lodge house, in my bedroom.”
Her reply was stilted and punctuated with gasps of pleasure, each coinciding with the inward push of his fingers. “Your new home, the lodge, we are told, is out of bounds.”
“During the day perhaps,” he panted excitedly, “But who is to know at night times?”
The girl’s head lifted and her back arched as he drove his fingers harder up into her wet pussy.
“I need…” she gasped urgently but still humorously, “….Private lessons…Oh Mmmm.”
“Little bitch,” he breathed back and pulled out his wet fingers from her glistening sex slit. Derrick lifted her from his lap and laid her face down on the grass in front of him. He knelt to undo his trousers, pulled them down around his knees and lay down on top of the girl, his cock-head dipping straight between the backs of her thighs and locating in the slit of her warm pussy. Her soft little whimper as he entered her excited him much and then it was he that groaned in appreciation as he pushed his stiff cock fully up into her warm, young body. His hips and backside pumped in a frantic race toward his peak as he fucked the girl furiously if not too roughly, young girls as he well knew, liked the more gentle approach – for the time being at least. So excited was he that, as the girl tensed and cried out, her body shuddering violently as her orgasm ripped though her, he came also. Derrick pumped faster still as he emptied his load of hot cum up into her body, his head nodding and in time with each powerful spurt of his seed.
The girl, once he had lifted himself off her, she turned onto her back, looked up at him with a dreamy smile and said with a teasing stare, “I rather think I will enjoy my extra English lessons.”
Chapter 2
Monday morning came and his first day taking a class and, to say that it was heavenly would be an understatement. Class 4B, one of the more recent intakes it might have been but, the delightful array of teasing little bitches was pleasing indeed to him if not bordering on ecstasy. Twenty-seven wide-eyed and pretty young things faced him as he sat behind his desk, all were pleasingly made up with red lipstick and thick eye-liner, adorning themselves as only adolescent young girls can. They were aware of their looks, their bodies and – better still – they were all competing with one another to be noticed by him.
As the class studied the grammar sheets he had handed out, Derrick took stock. He was youngish and pretty good looking, an attractive man alone amongst hundreds of girls, each with their body awaking into womanhood and, each wanting to experiment with the thrills that sex can offer. He pondered the percentages, of over two-hundred girls in the school and at even a modest hit-rate of around two-percent; he should then get to fuck at least five of them. He chuckled softly to himself, judging by the way the little sluts were ogling and posing for him, trying to catch his eye and his attention to them, he could expect a hit rate such as that in this one class alone. His cock twitched in his trousers and he dropped his gaze beneath the desk of a pert little brunette, ogling her shapely slim legs and the expanse of thigh she was revealing. As she noticed him looking the girl crossed her legs, slowly and widely to give him sight right up to her knickers, a blatant offering she made and beamed a secretive smile directly at him. He felt his cock rear up and his arse hole grip in spasm, so intense was the thrill that he noted her name from the register and mentally marked her down as his next conquest. Few men, he pondered further, could have such interesting and rewarding work, to daily be confronted by slender young bodies, thrusting busts and teasing little arses. How many men, he mentally toyed, get twenty fresh young girls all vying for his attentions.
Derrick’s cock pulsed incessantly and pushed up against the inside of his trousers as he stared back at the teasing little bitch, the one that still had her legs parted beneath the desk and, transmitted mentally to her all of his sexual lust. His breathing became short and laboured, he felt sweat on his brow as she stared back, nodded slightly and then, still holding his gaze, pushed the end of her pencil into her mouth and sucked most sensually and teasingly on the thin shaft.
At mid-morning break Derrick went outside, into the sun and on the back terrace, it was too warm and stifling to stay in the staff room and, the girls all seemed to have retired to the rear of the house. He held his cup and saucer as he stood on the stone-flagged terrace, looking down onto the lawns and the multitude of giggling young bitches all flaunting their sexuality and bodies at him.
“You appear to have made quite an impression on the girls.”
That voice he recognised, without even having to turn around to look. Miss Potts, the starchy frump that had shown him around at his interview, the fuckable piece of pussy but with a face like a dented bucket.
“Natural curiosity,” he said easily and sipped his tea.
She was at his side now and he could sense the hostility within her radiating over to him.
“Naturally,” she stated firmly, “The governors and the head take a dim view of any…Shall we say…contact with the pupils.”
He disliked her, fuckable though she was. “Personally, I like to get close to my pupils,” he goaded and again sipped his tea.
“Mister Frampton,” she gasped in disgust.
He chuckled. “Close, in the sense of teaching, Miss Potts, nothing more than that.”
She sighed audibly with relief. “Young girls such as they are can be so…So very…”
“Appealing?”
“Exactly.”
He gave a dismissive sigh. “Fortunately I prefer a more mature woman. One that knows which side her bread is buttered on.”
She gasped again but this time in a different way. Instantly her manner changed and her tone became friendlier.
“I am most pleased to hear that Mister…”
“Derrick. Call me Derrick.”
The woman positively beamed her delight and offered her hand. “Joan. My name is actually longer but I prefer simply to be known as Joan.”
He accepted her hand and shook it politely, holding on to it a little longer than was polite as he said. “Please, have dinner with me one evening. At the lodge, I can cook to a fair standard and it would help us to get to know each other a little better.”
The woman positively flushed full red; invitations from men obviously weren’t too thick on the ground where she was concerned. She hesitated, stumbling as she tried to play coy.
“Please?” he begged, still holding her hand and staring into her eyes.
The woman finally nodded her agreement, seemingly quite unable to speak.
“It is agreed then. Would Thursday evening at around eight be suitable?”
Again she nodded and ‘of course it would be’ he thought, she obviously got precious few offers and this one must have seemed heaven-sent to her. Derrick dropped his tone of voice to a slower and meaning-loaded one of full come-on, “I will expect you at eight on Thursday then.”
He contained a smile as the woman muttered something intelligible, gave him a beaming smile and scurried away hastily back into the school.
“Laura Blesset?” Derrick shouted out to the girls crowded on the lawns. “Which one of you is Laura?” Of course he knew full well who she was, the teasing little slut that had flashed her knickers at him but, he had to go through the motions.