The Conference

It was time for parent/teacher conferences. I was sitting at my desk waiting for the last parent of the evening to show up. This one is going to be quick I thought to myself. Keith is such a good little boy, no problems. I glanced at the clock, 8:12 they were late. I will give them until 8:30, then I am out of here. I was desperate to go home. It had been a painfully long day. All I wanted was to go home, take a long hot bubble bath and curl up with the new novel I had just bought.

The knock at the door startled me. Looking up, I was expecting to see another mother...possibly a nervous looking father behind her. What I saw was not what I expected at all. The doorway was filled with the tallest man I had ever seen. He had shoulder length light brown hair, with a feathering of gray. His green eyes seemed to be on fire.

"I am sorry I am late" he said, with a boyish grin. "Traffic was hell, and I needed to stop for gas. Do you still have time to fit me in?" FIT HIM IN? Oh God, yes, I could fit him in. Composing myself, I nodded to the seat in front of my desk. As he sat down, I noticed the length of his legs, the way his jeans fit on his thighs. I smiled at him, hoping he couldn’t hear the pounding of my heart, or see the excitement in my eyes. What am I doing, I thought to myself. This is Keith’s father. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to push the erotic thoughts from my mind. They continued to torment me.

"How is my child doing?", He asked.

"He is doing beautifully," I replied. Opening my folder I pulled out a worksheet we had done the week before. As I started to hand it to him, he walked over to the side of my desk. Placing his right hand on the desk and his left on the back of my chair, he bent over to look at his sons work.

"He really seems to be doing well in your hands." He told me. "Do you have anything else you can show me?"

"Well, I do have some artwork we did today." As I stood up to get the painting form the art table, he put his hand on my shoulder, his fingers caressing the nape of my neck.

"Let the artwork go for now. My son talks of you all the time. Now I can see why. ‘You are lovely."

Liquid fire seemed to be seeping from his fingers through my neck and settling deep inside me.

"I was hoping maybe we could get to know one another, he said. "Work has kept me busy in the past, but this year I want to take an active role in my sons life."

"Well, Mr. .... He raised his hand to stop me.

"Please call me Ed, and you are Jennifer. Is that right?"

"Yes," I said, but it was barely a whisper. He had taken my hand in his and was rubbing circles in my palm.

"You have beautiful taste in jewelry Jennifer." He reached for the pendent that was hanging in the deep vee of my blouse. He held it with one finger as another brushed over the curve of my breast.

The breath seemed to be squeezed from my lungs as he touched me. Gasping for air I managed to say, "Mr. uumm, a Ed?"

"Sshhh," he said as he put a finger over my lips. Smiling into my eyes he lowered his mouth over mine. I felt as if I were melting. He must have noticed for he picked me up and set me down on my desk top. Pressing his thigh against my knee, he opened my legs and stood between them. His tongue traced the edges of my quivering lips. I slowly reached out to push him away, when I felt his hands on the silk of my bra. My God, I thought, when had he unbuttoned my blouse? As his fingers found my budding nipples, I no longer had the desire to stop him.

I searched for his tongue with mine, and they danced a slow waltz before he sucked mine into his mouth. My hands were clutching his shoulders pulling him closer. I moaned into his mouth. Pulling his shirt loose, I eagerly unbuttoned it. The frustration was building. I needed to taste his skin, so I tore at the last few buttons. Drawn to the curve of his neck, where it met his shoulder, my lips started devouring him. Kissing, licking, sucking and gently biting, while my nails were digging into the flesh of his arms.

"Oh God Jennifer, I want you." He moaned. His hands slid up the softness of my thighs. He gently lowered me down until I was lying on my desk. Kneeling down between my open thighs, he fingered my wetness through the silk of my panties. "You are so wet" he said, while pulling the fabric to one side. "I want to taste you Jennifer," he purred. As his tongue flicked over my swollen clit, I was engulfed in passion. Reaching down my fingers became entangled in his hair. Arching my back I offered myself to him. His mouth was driving me to insanity. He sucked at my clit, and penetrated me with his fingers. I was at the point of no return, when he stopped, smiled and said, "Not yet Sweetness".`

Taking my hand, he led me to the floor where we slowly undressed each other. When there was nothing else separating us, he said, "Kiss me Jennifer. Taste yourself on my lips. You are so sweet girl." Our lips met again. The flames of passion grew still higher. I must have him I thought. I can’t take much more. He lowered me to my back. Next he straddled me, resting his hard cock between my breasts. Slowly rubbing himself against the valley of my breasts he teased my nipples. His eyes never left mine.

Reaching out I pulled him into my mouth. My hands closed over his shaft. My mouth sucked at the head if his cock, while my tongue circled it. I took him in my hands, looked up at him, smiled, and traced the head over the lips of my mouth. Laying his cock against my cheek, I reached for his balls with my mouth. I gently took each, one at a time, into my mouth, sucking, licking, and kissing them. My fingers dug into his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, molding them, making every part of him mine.

I never want to stop I thought, but he pulled away, looking down at me, I could see the passion in his green eyes. "I want to fuck you, Jennifer. Open yourself for me." I spread my legs and reached down with one hand to open the lips of my hot pussy. Closing my right hand over his hardness, I guided him to my wet center. He slid into me, deeply into me. Arching my back, I pushed myself onto him, meeting every thrust. He grabbed my hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing him still deeper. While rubbing his thumb against my throbbing clit, I started to feel waves of pleasure wash over me. The stars of heaven were coming closer. Then an explosion rocked through me, sending me spiraling back to earth. One final thrust and he poured his seed into me. As we collapsed into each others arms, he whispered very softly into my ear. "God I love the way you fuck."

Keith’s mother came in the next morning. She apologized repeatedly for not making the conference. She explained that her and her husband, (Keith’s father) had been away for a few days. They had gone to Hawaii for a second honeymoon. They had missed their flight back home and didn’t arrive until that same morning. "Can we please reschedule?" She asked.

"What?" I said, my head spinning. "Keith’s father was not here last night?"

"No" she replied, looking confused. "Why"?