Sexy, Romantic Erotica
"Kept After School" a sex story by Kimber Vale
He was divine. That gorgeous smile could light up an entire room and he stood before her beaming like a true prince. Ryan was perfect, and he was all hers.
Ever since his father had run out on them when Ry was less than a year old, Cara had been both mother and father to him. When Ryan was tiny, Cara worked nights as an RN supervisor, leaving her precious bundle sleeping at her parent’s house. Once he began Kindergarten, she was able to switch to a day position and start sleeping more than just sporadic cat-naps. It had been grueling but completely worth the sacrifice. Her little buddy was sweet, smart and sensitive.
Mr. Blakely, Ryan’s second grade teacher, stood, removing the guitar from around his thick neck.
He addressed the group of parents and grandparents in his deep voice, “Ladies and gentleman, I’d like to thank you all for making this an amazing year. Your kids have worked really hard, and I’m so proud to see the growth each one of them has made since September. I will truly miss having them, and all of you. Your support and generosity has made my job a whole lot easier. Don’t forget to stop in and say ‘hi’ next year, guys!”
He had turned back to the class, his khakis molding tantalizingly against his fantastic backside. Cara heaved a sigh. Now there was a sight she would miss next year. The third grade teachers consisted of a senior citizen, a blonde bimbo, and a five-foot tall Yosemite Sam complete with the handle-bar moustache. Total sucko.
Oh Mr. Blakely, I’d love to stop in and say more than just hello one of these days.
“The children can stop at classroom to pick up their things and then you may take them home for summer vacation!” He hooted like a teenager and the kids joined in.
He probably isn’t that far off from being a kid himself.
Cara would peg Mr. Blakely at around twenty-eight, but compared to her thirty-five, she considered him a puppy.
An adorable puppy I'd love to put a collar on and lead up to my bedroom.
Her best friend Steph insisted Cara held a platinum card from the Bank of MILF. Cara wasn’t so sure. Yes, she kept herself in shape and ate right. Her tawny hair was cut in a shoulder length fringe that showed her pretty green eyes and heart-shaped face off to best advantage…but she needed more convincing. After a grueling workday, she still had to do the cooking, cleaning and homework overseeing. She felt ages older. Did thirty-something sirens really fall asleep at nine o’clock with a remote in their hands and HGTV playing a pathetic background lullaby? She didn’t think so.
But damn, those deep brown eyes and sandy hair curling over his ears...and his dimples! Eric Blakely made her want to stay up way past bedtime.
Cut it out, Cara! Mr. Blakely wouldn’t be interested in you.
The crowd was filing out and Cara stood to sling an arm around Ryan’s neck, giving him a loud smooch on his cheek.
“You were awesome!” And then she whispered in his ear, “I noticed that everyone but you read their lines off of the cue cards!” She buzzed his cheek again, pride overtaking her good sense.
“Mom!” He grinned, not really angry at being kissed in front of classmates, but Cara could see in a year or two she would need to keep her lips to herself. Her leading man for the past eight years would be ditching her for younger women all too soon.
“Ms. Deavers." The voice behind her sent a shiver of excitement trilling through her body. It was sexy and luscious, just like the man who owned it.
“Yes?”
“Hey, Ry-Guy, why don’t you go get your stuff and meet us back here. I want to talk to your mom for a minute.”
“Sure, Mr. B!” Ryan saluted, running off.
“He’s a great kid,” Eric Blakely smiled at her, those dimples causing a flip-flop in her chest.
“He’s really going to miss you. It’s been his favorite year by far. You really know how to make it fun for everybody.”
“I enjoy it." A friendly smile. Courteous and professional, it was incredibly cute. But was his mind wandering in the direction hers was?
“I wanted to talk to you about next year, but I still need to break-down the sets,” his eyes roved over the lingering crowd.
“Any chance you can meet me back at my classroom at fourish?” He gave her a hopeful look that made her ache to please him. That sweet, sexy smile could have her bending over backwards and carrying off the entire stage if he asked.
Cara’s heart pounded in her throat, skipping at a double pace. She was riding a roller-coaster of fear and excitement.
“Is there a problem?”
His chocolate gaze flowed from her eyes to her lips. She licked them subconsciously, watching his perusal burn down her jaw, down her neck, and over her very erect nipples.
“I don’t anticipate a problem."
He gave her a smoldering look that seemed to suck the air out of the room. She inhaled deeply. The realization that he might want her as badly as she wanted him was intoxicating.
“I’ll see you soon, then,” she murmured.
And she would. Come hell or high water, she’d find someone to watch Ryan if she had to sell her soul to the devil himself.
“Mom!” Ryan grabbed her arm with his usual exuberance as she walked, dazed, down the hall.
“What is it, buddy?”
“Kevin asked if I could go over to his house! His mom said I could stay for dinner and they got the new Robomachines movie! Can I go? Please, please, please?”
Kevin’s mom appeared around the bend, escorting her backpack laden son along with her five-year-old daughter.
“Kevin's been bugging me for a week to have Ryan over. I can bring him home by, let’s say, seven? If that works for you?”
Cara felt anticipation course through her veins, vibrating through her. The planets must all be in perfect alignment, as if it were meant to be.
“That sounds like a lot of fun, huh Ry?”
“Yeah!” Her blond boy went racing down the hall with his red-headed friend. The adorable little sister tried to keep up.
“Great I’ll see you later!” Kevin’s mom turned to hunt down the pack of wild animals. Cara would so owe that woman.
She turned back to the auditorium as if her legs had a will of their own.
A custodian pushed a final stack of folding chairs onto a long hand-truck and, grunting, shoved it out the door. Cara scooted out of his way, listening as the squeaky wheels faded down the hall. A rubber wedge still propped the door open. She removed it and closed the door.
A flash of indecision hit her. This was insanity. What if Mr. Blakely had no interest in her whatsoever? Cara swallowed her fear and wedged the door closed from the inside.
She moved beneath the warring light and shadow of the stage area. A curtain undulated, revealing the half-shrouded object of her desire, a box of costumes in his powerful arms.
“Need a hand?”
He turned, startled. A slow smile highlighted his face.
“One or two; whatever you’re willing to give." He placed the box against the wall. “Where’s Ryan?”
“He went to Kevin’s for dinner, so I figured I’d see if I could do anything for you." She moved closer. A foot between them; she was close enough to take in his spicy male scent.
“So I’ve got you all to myself and you’re offering your services?” His voice was husky, dripping innuendo. He closed the gap between them to mere inches.
Cara took a gamble and placed a hand on his chest. His polo shirt showed off his ripped torso well enough, but one touch told her he was in even better physical shape than she imagined.
“I’m all yours,” she smiled up at him, finally destroying the last inches that kept them apart. Her breasts skimmed across his chest as her hand slid up to the nape of his neck, beckoning him closer for just a little taste.
“God, you are so hot." He leaned into her; his full, firm lips taking hers. He pressed his closed mouth against hers, until the chastity of the kiss was too much for her. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth, gliding her hungry tongue over the delectable skin. He groaned a primal sound as if the boundaries between them could no longer contain his desire. Eric cupped her backside, grinding her against his rock hard shaft as his tongue entered her mouth with a reckless abandon. She met his need with her own, relishing the sweet flavor of him and the granite heat that pressed against the front of her skirt.
He was nearly a foot taller than she was. Six-feet at least, and it would seem that the person who developed the theory that cock-size was directly proportionate to height was no idiot, because Mr. Blakely felt huge against her. Deliciously long and wide.
He was raining kisses; a fierce trail that blazed across her cheek and onto her neck. She threw her head back to give him better access, as ripples of desire spiked through her body, creating a pool of moisture in her skimpy panties.
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His hands were on her ass, grinding her against him, inching up her skirt. He pulled her body up, meeting core to core with clothing the only obstacle. Teeth nibbled her earlobe. His breath caught, blowing in her ear and turning her temperature up to boiling. Lifted against his body, she wrapped her legs around him and felt him moving. Velvet curtains caressed her cheek as he placed her on a high-back stool hidden behind the heavy, midnight fabric.
Cara’s skirt was around her waist, hitched up like a back-alley whore and it felt unbelievably erotic. His cock was grinding against her very wet underwear as he continued to plunder her mouth with his searing tongue.
Her shirt was over her head and tossed aside. He dipped his head to her cleavage, sending a path of liquid moisture teasingly down the center of her breasts while a large hand pinched her nipple from outside her lacy bra. Finally he peeled down the fabric on one side, taking her puckered peak in his warm mouth, swirling and flirting, biting her with an expertise that walked the line between pleasure and pain.
“I want you so badly,” he surged against her throbbing pussy as he spoke.
“Yes,” was all that she could say.
“Yeah? I have a condom in my wallet. It's been there a while but it should still be good.”
His hand was on his back pocket, fumbling for a moment before he produced the protection. Cara was working on his belt all the while. His button. His zipper. She slid his pants down feeling like a kid opening the ultimate present on Christmas morning. His hard bulge sprang into her hand, slipping out of the fly on his boxer briefs as if it had a mind of its own.
Mr. Blakely tore the package open and rolled the condom on in a fluid motion. He kissed her hard and his hands were on her clit, rubbing her through the thin silk of her thong, readying her with his fingers. He pulled the strip of fabric to the side and she felt his thick fingers enter her as he continued to work her sensitive nub.
“Please,” she begged, needing him more than oxygen itself.
His fingers slipped up and down her slick folds, teased her erect clit even more, and she gasped at the feel of him. And then his thick shaft was pressing against her, slowly entering her tight space, filling her as if to split her in half with his girth. His ragged sigh as he slid inside her nearly did her in. But then he was moving, a feast of sensations as he rocked in and out in the greatest dance in the history of mankind. He was suckling her breasts, his wicked thumb swirling her screaming pearl as he pumped against her.
His breath was coming hard now, hitching in puffs of air against her bared breasts. She arched against him, feeling him grow incredibly harder with pent up ecstasy as the waters of passion rose higher and higher within her.
“Yeah, come for me baby. I want to feel you grab my cock from deep inside. You’re so tight, so hot. Come all over my cock, Cara.”
And she couldn’t hold back any longer. A wave broke over her and she could feel her muscles gripping his hard shaft, clenching again and again as he smothered her cries with his kisses. She could feel him pulsing inside her, rigid and fatter than ever as he climaxed along with her. Still rocking. Rocking.
He leaned against her neck panting and satiated.
“Even better than I imagined.”
Cara felt like she could take a nap. That or run a marathon.
“You imagined? You’ve been thinking about this?”
“From the moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. But I was still dating someone at the beginning of the year, and it just didn’t seem fair to Ryan or the rest of the class. So I kept quiet.”
Cara couldn’t believe he had been checking her out all year, just as she had been him!
“And then you showed up today in that skirt and I thought I’d die. Do you know how hard it was for me to keep a poker face during the play when all I could see was your gorgeous legs?” He rubbed a strong hand from calf to hip, still inside her all the while. “And your sweet face?” He kissed her lips with an incredibly tender touch.
“So I figured that was it. School is over. I love your kid. I was going to ask you out and not take no for an answer.”
“I’m not so sure that this qualifies as a date, and I never even came close to saying no." She smiled at him, a ball of warmth glowing in her chest as she gazed into those molten eyes.
“Don’t worry. We’ve got all summer, babe. And I won’t take no for an answer." He bent down to seal that promise with his heavenly lips.
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Copyright January 2012, Kimber Vale
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