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Career Day-When Two People Meet
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The Morning
The timing was perfect. He was in the city anyway. Melissa was delighted when he offered to stay an extra day to help her out. Career day always seemed to be so routine at the school. Year after year the career days were the same. There would be a doctor, a lawyer, someone from the police department, and of course, military recruiters eyeing her class as fertile ground for the future.
This time things would be different. He was a reporter, the kids seemed excited enough, but so was the teacher. They'd talked many times, but they were strangers connected only by clattering keyboards. A few e-mails, then there were those visits by computer. The exchange of pictures both considered understated. "The Internet was a wonderful thing", she thought as she dressed for school that day.
Melissa chuckled to herself as she rummaged through her dresser. She knew many of the fathers of her classes had often stared as she walked by. The teacher's demeanor she'd worked hard to maintain since her student teaching days had served her well. The classic wrap skirts and sweaters, dark colors mostly, never accentuated her body. They usually covered something more daring to match her personality. She remembered the admonition of a professor
several years ago, "sexy was not for school". She pulled on a string bikini, its fine black lace trimming the opaque fabric beneath her navel. The soft fabric gliding upward to cover her firm thighs. She slithered into a satin chemise, down over her head it dropped to hug her breasts as she admired herself in the mirror. She smiled as she thought of their chats. A chuckle broke the silence as she reached for her hosiery. "Ed didn't like
pantyhose," she thought, "today white thigh highs will do nicely."
The morning flashed by quickly. She'd barely heard the presentations. Parents came through one by one, describing their jobs, answering questions, embarrassing their own children by staying too long. Melissa picked over the spinach salad she'd ordered for lunch. Her mind just seemed to be elsewhere. She made a final check of her mailbox in the office just before sixth period. "No messages, no calls to cancel," she thought as she found herself
smiling not far from where busy secretaries and student aides were working.
The afternoon bell rang, and class was in session once again. The children, still wound up from lunch were feeling the strain of the day. "Okay everybody take your seats, I want......" She was interrupted by the public address speaker. "Ms. Simmons, you have a visitor in the office, a Mr. Roberts, we'll send him down."
"Okay everyone, this is the special guest I told you about, that reporter from Washington. He'll have a lot to talk about, so I want you to listen closely." Melissa sat at her desk, the door was open, so he'd just be able to walk right in. She squirmed lightly in her chair as she saw his frame in the doorway. Her body obscured by the large wooden desk , she had a strategic advantage. "He'd been fairly honest about his appearance," she thought
as he poked his head in the doorway. Words were his business, and she'd found that he could be quite descriptive. Not tall, but six feet, she remembered how he'd said defensively "I'm not bald Melissa." The words flashing across the computer screen defensively.
"Class, this is Mr. Roberts," she said. "Oh excuse me Ms. Simmons, the by-line says Ed, Ed Roberts, I prefer the byline, hi kids I'm Ed." He launched into an animated presentation, flowing from one subject to another. The words resonating against the walls, a full baritone, with a broadcaster's diction. The class seemed to perk up as they heard about people and things they just couldn't see in their neighborhood.
Melissa sat there, listening to the voice she'd never really heard before. The words were familiar, she'd grown accustomed to his style in their brief chats by computer. But the tempo was faster, and the voice and style seemed to have a magnetic quality. His enthusiasm for his career and for people and life were refreshing as he sat on her desk.
She found herself looking at his back, the broad shoulders covered by brown tweed, the light khaki trousers perched just two feet from her. She took in the vision that satisfied weeks of curiosity as the time just flew by. Twenty minutes, thirty, forty-five, the kids had no time to ask questions.
Roberts took them on an anecdotal tour of Washington, stories of Capitol Hill, demonstrations, the Supreme Court, the Pentagon. An insiders view of the news which even she found interesting.
The bell shocked her back to reality as she remembered the career day assembly. The kids were to end the day in the auditorium with a presentation from the mayor. She was glad that she'd arranged with her teacher's aide to handle the class and see to dismissal. Leading the class through the compulsory thank yous, she watched as they trooped from the classroom noisily.
For the first time, Melissa stood up, her slender frame rising up from behind the desk. "So, it was nice of you to come," she said nervously. "The children really seemed to take an interest in what you had to say, some of them are very talented writers," she said.
"Writing is a talent," Ed said, looking at her from across the desk.
Melissa could feel his eyes taking in much more than her face. He seemed to be absorbing everything she'd concealed behind the desk . Melissa studied his face attempting to gauge the first impression she'd intentionally delayed. "Talking to kids is always fun," Ed said. "Besides, I had an added incentive this time." A smile on his face broke the tension, "I've looked forward to meeting you." The smile now formed an admiring grin.
"Did I tell them what they needed to hear," he asked. Melissa thought to herself, "I bet your really good at that." Still, she did appreciate the time he'd taken out to help make the world larger for her kids.
"What are your plans for the rest of the evening," she said as she leaned against her desk.
"I thought maybe I'd have dinner and catch the redeye back to DC tomorrow morning," he said, still looking at her. "Would you like to join me."
Melissa had considered the possibilities of such a meeting many times in recent weeks. The flirting, the off-color comments, the suggestive remarks, it had been fun. "I think I will," she said. "Where are you staying?"
The silence that followed seemed to last for minutes. "I have a reservation at the Marriott here in town. I took a cab here to the school," he said smiling. "We use cabs a lot in DC."
Moving closer, Ed touched her hand that was resting on her skirt. "It is nice to meet you Melissa." He continued, "We've talked a lot in recent months, I wonder if you are as nervous as I am.
Melissa considered shifting positions to get their touching hands off her skirt. His hands were large and soft, they were warm too. The skin, so supple, it felt good on the back of her hand. She looked closer at his body, the broad cut of his shoulders, the muscles in his arms. She found it difficult to imagine him typing away at a keyboard with any speed. She did not protest or draw back when she felt his hand pressing her deeply against her
thigh. She simply glanced toward the door, making sure that it was closed as she stepped forward.
Ed's hand moved slightly, "You did say you liked your legs," he said with a chuckle. "I do too."
Melissa seemed to want to draw back for a second, but found herself only moving closer instead.
They had spoken so frequently, never directly of course, just one of those silicon-based relationships that seemed to define modern life.
If Ed had an edge at all, it stemmed from the openness with which they'd communicated.
Descriptions etched across a screen now provided a map as they explored each other so freely. Melissa felt Ed's left hand brush her cheek. "It is just as he described," she thought. Large, soft, warm, the ridges on his fingertips revealing that his were hands that practiced gentle arts. The conflict of the callused palms revealing his passion for weights.
Brief minutes had passed since the children left the classroom the assembly bell sounded marking two o'clock. Ed lips pressed down softly on Melissa's his tongue finding hers as she felt one hand grip her back, and the other squeezing hard against her right thigh. Melissa found herself stroking softly then clutching firmly over the zipper of Ed's khaki pants. Their lips now locked together as tightly as the door of Melissa's classroom the two
not-so-total strangers played discovery. Finding spots and places that each had revealed were turn -ons. Four hands probing touching, tongues stabbing, hot wet, teeth grating against each other, biting sometimes at each of four wet, soft, warm lips. The desk pressing hard against Melissa's hips as passion wells up, and engulfs two people in the strangest of settings for such expression.
Melissa felt herself being pushed back against her own desk. The gray blotter, now framed her hair, the pencil cup was just inches from her left eye. The green chalkboard was still filled with the night's homework assignment. She felt Ed's hand touching the flesh of her body for the first time. His fingers running slowly along the elastic band of her right thigh high, stroking softly against the hose and her bare skin, teasing lightly against the
black satin frame of her bikinis.
The time passes swiftly in terms of physical arousal, but slowly in reality as Ed's body presses tightly against Melissa's. Her hands under his jacket feeling taught muscles in his back. The sounds of rustling fabric filling the air, along with hot, labored breathing.
Two people remembering what they have read, two people touching places so strangely familiar. Hands probing haltingly at first then pressing on as minds find reassuring spaces. Four hands pressing on to pinch, and pry, and stroke. Minds forgetting their surroundings, lost and focused solely upon the instant passion. Lips and teeth finding those special places, faces stroking hair, as soft as imagined and described. Two passions awakened, and then
alerted abruptly by the sound of a ringing bell.
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Familiarity Evolves
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The Bell
Melissa knew the dismissal bell meant lots of activity in the halls. Her enameled nails were digging into Ed's back as a deep sigh rose from her lips. "We have to get ready to go," she said. "I'll drive you to your hotel." Ed loosened his grip around her waist slightly. "You don't really want to be seen
leaving school with me? What would people think," he said. A smile crossed his face as his dark eyes flashed. "Besides, you owe me a tour of your school."
Melissa smoothed her skirt and rearranged her sweater. Ed stepped back as she pulled herself from the edge of her desk, her suggestive expression seemed to say that she was in no hurry to leave. Ed watched as she walked quickly toward the door. She opened it slightly, her finger pressing the button activating the lock.
She looked back and smiled as she reached up with her right hand to turn off the lights. Melissa always thought of the school as more than a place to work. She'd tried to stamp her classroom with small bits of her personality. Her love of drama, books, and art were reflected in the added touches around the room. The posters on the walls were an eclectic collection. Reproductions of a Picasso, a Rockwell, the skyline of the city. There was even a
Marcus Olympiad series among the works.
Melissa glided back to Ed. Taking his hand she pulled him over to the corner of the classroom. Six foot tall bookcases encased a secluded spot. The shelving obscured the view of the windows.
Melissa smiled impishly, "if we can't see out, they can't see in." Pushing Ed downward, she folded herself onto a colorful beanbag chair. She'd arranged the classroom reading area to be a relaxing place for students. Now, it served another purpose. "Here sit, we'll talk for awhile until the halls clear out." Ed loosened his tie, the two friends had shared virtual glimpses into each other's lives. As the hours passed they fleshed out the details of
information they'd read on their computer screens. Listening to each other's words, the enjoyed facial expressions they'd only imagined seeing before. They allowed themselves to absorb the drifting voices with their ambient sound only possible face to face.
Melissa was surprised as she found herself reaching out to stroke Ed's chest. Her inhibitions seemed to fade even faster with the approaching dusk. She leaned in closely, bringing her moist red lips close to Ed's face. "There are two things which can't be described on computer," Ed said, "I don't care how well a person knows himself, they can not describe their essence filling the air." He continued, "They can not know how their skin feels to the
touch."
Ed reached over, rubbing his hand across Melissa's belly. The knit fabric of her sweater slid back and forth across the satin chemise. Melissa's stomach quivered slightly as Ed's fingers traced the outline of her abs.
She wasn't quite sure if it was ticklish response or something else. "You said the teacher look wasn't you," Ed said with a smile, "You do look classroom-ready from here.
Melissa stood up abruptly, "I'll show you a teacher's trick," she said, as she smoothed her sweater down.
The black knit was midthigh length. She reached under her sweater, as her hands fumbled on her left side.
Moments later she was folding the black floral skirt into a single bolt of fabric As she smoothed the folded material, the tiny pink and sky blue blossoms lined up in symmetric rows.
Ed stood there with an approving surprise on his face. Melissa was sharing a first real glimpse of her legs with her out of town friend. "Ummm, is that how it's done? You don't look like a teacher after all," he laughed.
Melissa smiled and feigned a look of disgust. . Reaching out she caught his hand, "here come with me now," she said. Walking over to her desk, Melissa reached into her bottom draw. As she bent over the lace bands of her hose peeked from beneath the sweater. Ed watched and chuckled quietly knowing she couldn't see his reaction. She plopped into the chair of her desk, saying "this will only take a minute." Moments later she closed her drawer again,
As she stood up Ed noticed she was slightly taller. He glanced down to find that she'd traded her Oxford lace-ups for black heels. Melissa walked over with a more aggressive style. Her mood was more playful, her style more sexy. She seemed bent on learning more about her friend from Washington. The darkness, the shedding of the skirt, the silence seemed to drain the tension away the last bits of tension that had existed through the day.
She planted a long wet tongue kiss on his lips, her tongue probing deeply into his warm mouth. As he grabbed her hair and took her in, their bodies were locked together more closely than ever in the darkened classroom.
She felt his hands squeezing tightly against the back of her thigh inching upward to fondle the lace, and cup her cheeks, she felt his fingers running between the lace covered fold, of her center. She also did not pull away as she felt a large bulge rubbing against her front. They both seemed to enjoy touching . He showed sensitivity, she showed daring and imagination. Melissa also grew more turned on as the images which surrounded her workday
framed the background for increasing passion. She considered the possibilities as she glanced at the clock. "Seven thirty," she said. "I'm sure even the janitors are gone by now. She looked out into the dark parking lot. Her car was the only one left.
It was obvious what would happen if they remained in her classroom. Melissa wanted control as she considered the options for the evening. Releasing her grip on Ed's body and drawing her face back from his lips she looked deeply into his eyes. Now we'll take that tour," she said, "You mean
like open house," he asked. Melissa answered, "no, I don't think so."
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Yet insecurity lingers
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The Hall
Melissa and Ed walked toward the door. The twilight flooding in through the wall of windows bathed the room in an evening glow. As they reached the classroom door, Melissa turned around, "there's something about a building that's normally packed with a thousand people when it's empty," she said, leaning with her back against the wall. "The halls will be darker, but there's absolutely nothing to run into." As they exited the room, Ed noticed that she really was quite sexy.
"Everything was just as she'd described," he thought, as he brushed his hand lightly against her hip.
They chatted as they went from floor to floor around the building the clicking of their heels echoing through the cavernous hallways. The sexual energy between them had been honed over months of anonymous visits. It was a strange 90's sexuality that had broadened the reach of so many people.
They had shared varied interests in their dialogues. Their correspondences had touched on many things.
"So, when was the last time you were all alone in a school with someone?" They paused in front of the receptionist area in the administrative wing. Melissa boosted herself up on the tiled counter. The knit material of the sweater rode upwards. The black material clung to her breasts. As the fabric stopped to reveal her mid-thigh, her white hose formed to her legs. They seemed to catch the light from the exit lamp illuminating the stairwell at the
end of the hall.
Melissa leaned back, the palms of her hands gripped the edge of the counter. Her breasts were rounded, full and rising upward, as her hair fell back off her shoulders. She motioned to the left, "my mailbox is over there," she said. "The fifth row fourth from the bottom," she chuckled, "I bet you could have guessed they're in alphabetical order."
"That sounds so efficient." Ed said with a smile. "No wonder this is a school, who would have figured out a system like that?" Their laughter echoed down the hall as Ed stepped forward.
Melissa's legs hung freely over the edge of the counter. Her right calf swung back and forth against the left leg of Ed's pants as her feet dangled below. He rested both his hands on her above her knees.
His spreading fingers felt the warmth of her skin through the sheer fabric.
"So what do you think of my school Mr. Roberts?" Melissa said in a low, whispering, relaxed voice.
Ed slid his hands upward beyond the hem of her sweater. "If the question is whether I'm enjoying my visit, the answer is when can I come back." Ed's fingers now slowly brushed over two inches of lace, as the ridges of his fingertips found soft, warm flesh.
Stepping forward, Ed's wrists relaxed slightly. His fingers inched higher to softly squeeze Melissa's firm thighs. He touched her velvety smooth skin, the scalloped edge of lace panties, scrapped the edge of his first finger. Ed's hands explored together, his second and third digits caressed warm bare skin. His little fingers rested on the lace elastic bands of Melissa's hose. Ed's nails playfully scratched for sensitive spots. The thumbs of both
hands rested lightly on Melissa's opposite inner thighs.
As Melissa watched his face, their eyes were locked in the darkness, they spoke of things they'd enjoyed discussing only by computer until now. He'd described his touch as good, she'd said her legs were one of her most responsive spots. Their voices bounced against the empty walls of the school.
Ed allowed his eyes to wander down her body, the red lips, the pale skin of her shoulders, the contrast of her hair. The small gold necklace hanging just above her cleavage. Still looking downward, Ed focused on a slight edge of black satin, poking beneath the edge of Melissa's sweater. The smooth satin softness now covered the backs of Ed's hands from his fingertips to his wrists.
Melissa brought her knees together tightly as her hands, moved to Ed's jacket, her fingers massaged Ed's back through he material. Ed drew closer as they shared yet another passionate kiss. This time the kiss was longer and deeper. Their four hands probed for spots more daring than ever. Their two darkened shapes were engulfed in the atmosphere of academic business.
Ed's lips moved down Melissa's chin, small kisses, followed by light sucks to the neck, the pointed tip of his tongue tracing along her collar bone. Small bites followed above, as Melissa craned her neck. She also shifted slowly parted her legs, as Ed's hands found a high single strands of satin cord, on the edges of her hips. His fingers slowly lifted the lace triangle of her bikini from to rest within the folds of her thighs.
The fingertips resting as he stopped abruptly. "Don't you think it's time we went to dinner?" he said.
"I still have to check into my hotel, is their a restaurant at the Marriott?"
Ed gripped Melissa's waist and pulled her down from the counter. As they stood close and face to face, she thrust forward, and their body's rubbed together. "If you're hungry, we can go," Melissa said. "but there is one thing I do want to check before we go." Her hand moved to the front of Ed's
trousers, her delicate fingers, tugged at his belt. She deftly unsnapped his pants, and then clasp the talon of his zipper pulling it downward. A look of pleasure crossed Ed's face, as he anticipated Melissa's next move.
Even as she reached her hand inside of his briefs, Ed could feel himself becoming more rigid. The bulge he'd had for most of Melissa's tour was dwarfed by the rapid rise she encouraged by her actions. Ed felt her hand move over his shaft. Her finger nail traced the corona of his penis. A single finger slid forward along the ridge of the cleft to touch the tip. Melissa followed this with a playful squeeze a light tug, and a twist. Ed let out a slight
moan, a combination of pain and arousal. As he moved closer to Melissa to reduce to strain.
Melissa kissed his cheek lightly and whispered his ear. "There is a lot of the school you haven't seen, and things you haven't done." She bit hard into Ed's neck before delivering another brief message. "We'll go to dinner, now, and you may enjoy dessert, but you must join me here again for lunch sometime."
To Be Continued
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