I hated school. I hated the idea of sitting in a stuffy classroom, listening to the drone of the instructor's lecture on a subject I had no desire to learn. I hated it as a child, as a teenager, and as an adult as well. Right up until I met Lisa. After that my view of school changed, and sitting in a night-school classroom taking boring college classes didn't bother me so much.
You see, I never graduated high school, having dropped out in my sophmore year. I had already put in my time, I thought, and just couldn't stomach the idea of another three years of this drudgery. I had been working for a couple years and had a promising job at the local auto shop. I had grown up around cars, my father and grandfather both working at the shop my grandfather started as well as racing cars at the local track. And I was being groomed to continue the family business and learn the trade as well. So my future looked like a lock as it was. Who needs to know what year the French and Indian War was or what a dangling participle is if you are a grease monkey?
Unfortunately, even a grease monkey has to keep up with the times. And nowadays people won't even look at you unless you got some piece of paper on the wall showing you are somebody. In the world of the gearhead, that means being an ASE Certified mechanic. This is the standard by which wrench-turners like me were judged. If you didn't have an ASE Certification, you may as well been some backwoods gas-pusher with dirty overalls and a rag in your back pocket!
The problem for me was that in order to even get into an ASE Certification class, I needed my high school diploma. So even though I had a good job and a bright future, I still needed that damn piece of paper so I could go to school to get another piece of paper that I could actually use! Sigh
So despite my many doubts and reservations, I enrolled in night school. Shit! As if regular classes weren't bad enough, now I am taking classes when all my friends were out enjoying a few beers after work! This wasn't going to be easy...
But my view of the whole night-school idea changed when I arrived at my classroom. I had arrived early so I could get one of the better seats - far enough back that I wouldn't be called on much, but not so far back I would be seen as a troublemaker or slouch. I found a desk that wasn't too badly beat up and took my seat. I was sitting there waiting for the hell to start when she walked in.
She had this cute, innocent smile that made you want to hold her and protect her from all the bad in the world and yet behind that smile she had a mischievous, naughty streak that was just waiting to get out. She was working as a clerk in a lingerie shop in the local mall, so she would come to class after she got off from work. She always dressed flirtatiously because, well, she was in the business of making a woman look sexy! Every time I saw her I wanted to blurt out how hot I thought she looked, but I couldn't find the right time or place to do so.
I usually showed up in a dirty t-shirt and jeans because I didn't have time to run home after work to get cleaned up before class. As anyone who has spent more than ten minutes in a garage knows, it is impossible to stay clean there no matter how careful you are. I would come to school with dirty hands, greasy pants and shirt and usually a face covered with grime too. I felt like a slob sitting next to her. As luck would have it, her desk was right next to mine. I would sit there wanting so badly to talk to her and get to know her, but I figured that a girl like that was way out of my league and probably had her pick of guys to date. Hell, the guys she dated probably had a ton more money than I did too. About the only thing I could think of to talk to her about was class assignments.
Sitting there next to her in class, I would get so distracted that I couldn't concentrate. Between being able to smell her sweet perfume, and hearing her long, nylon-clad legs rub together every time she crossed them, I would be quickly lost in sexual daydreams before the teacher even began the lesson for the day! More than once I was shaken out of a very pleasant fantasy by the instructors calling my name louder than usual! When he did I would snap out of my dream-state and look at Lisa, who would blush and smile a little smile at me. I swear she knew exactly what I was thinking and that made me more embarassed than the teacher's impatience.
During our class breaks we would chat a bit, making small talk about how class was going and what we thought of the instructor. She was a pretty private person and with my awkwardness in trying to talk to her, it took almost a month before I knew her name and where she worked. I wanted to learn more about this lovely creature but the "beauty and the beast" feeling I had around her kept me from getting to know her. Then I missed class for a week because I had gotten hurt at work - yes my mind was on her, looking forward to seeing her later after work and not on
When I got back, I knew I had fallen behind the class. I had been keeping up with my schoolwork pretty well, despite the delightful diversion to my right. However, I knew this week away had set me back some. On my first day back, I got there a little early to talk with the instructor and catch up on what I had missed. I was dressed a little nicer than usual, not having to work that day prior to class, and was already sitting in my regular seat when Lisa arrived. She sat down next to me, and asked me where I had been. I explained about the accident and she seemed genuinely concerned. I told her it was my own stupid fault, and that I wasn't paying attention when it happened.
"So what were you thinking about when the accident happened, Paul? It must have been important to cause you to get hurt," she asked. For whatever reason I just blurted out the answer.
"You," I said. Instantly I realized what I had done and had there been a trash can big enough, I would have crawled inside and hid in it the rest of the class! But Lisa just blushed a bit, lowered her head and looked up at me.
"Me?" she asked.
"Yeah. It's dumb, I know," I said.
"Actually, it's kind of sweet," she said.
"It is?" I said, astounded that I hadn't been laughed out of school by now.
"Yeah. Knowing that you are thinking of me while you work is sweet. But I don't like that you got hurt over it though," she said.
"Well, I wasn't hurt bad. I just twisted my back some trying to move some batteries. I should have known better."
"I'm glad for that. I was..." she started to say. Right then class was called back in and the instructor wanted to get back to the lesson.
At the next break, I walked down the hall to the small snack area that was in the building. I walked up to the soda machine and got a soda from it. Then I turned to walk up to the register to pay for it, and bumped into Lisa.
"Oops! Sorry about that."
"No, no. My fault," Lisa said. She paused for a second and then said, "Mmmm. Your cologne smells so good. What are you wearing?"
"I'm wearing Jovan. What are you wearing?"
She answered with a sultry rasp and a sexy smile, "As little as possible." And as I stood there slack-jawed at her response, she walked up to the counter to pay for the bottle of water and pack of gum that she had in her hand.
Once I managed to kick-start my brain again, I strode up behind her and plopped down a $10.00 bill, paying for her things as well as my soda. She smiled coyly at me and walked back to the classroom.
I took my seat and looked over at her. She smiled, and said that we would talk more after class. I couldn't wait.
After class, we walked out to the school parking lot together. I was walking her to her car when I noticed that she had parked her car right next to my truck. We made small talk as usual while we walked, but when we stepped between my truck and her car, she turned to me and leaned in close. She inhaled slowly.
"You really do smell fantastic," she said softly looking into my eyes. "I can't figure something out though. What does a girl have to do to get noticed?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've been trying to get your attention every since the first day of class, and only now I'm getting results. I had you pegged as a leg man, so I've been crossing and uncrossing my legs, wearing my skirts a little shorter than usual, even wearing extra perfume just to get your attention!"
I could have kicked myself right there.
"So here is my number," she said, writing it on the back of one of her companies business cards. "Call me when you want to find out what I'm wearing." And with that she threw her arms around my neck and gave me the hottest, sexiest, most passionate kiss I had ever had until then! Once again she left me stunned and speechless as she smiled, turned, and got into her car.
I finally stammered, "Wait! I want to know now!"
She giggled. Then she pulled up her skirt just high enough so that I could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties. She smiled that same beautiful smile, blew me a kiss, and drove off. I stood rooted there in the parking lot for a minute or two before climbing into my truck. It took a bit to process everything, but the gears in my head finally started turning again.
The next couple days were a blur to me. I went through the day as usual, but my mind was on Lisa. I actually found myself wanting school to get here! I thought about calling her more than a few times, but I wasn't sure what I would say or how to proceed. The girl had me all kinds of crazy!
Mercifully though our next class did come. At our next class, I took off work a bit early so I could make sure that I was dressed nice, and had put on the proper amount of cologne. When Lisa walked in, she looked even more stunning than usual. Her skirt was a little shorter, her perky tits were jutting out nicely, and her smile lit up the whole room. She sat down and discretely slipped me a folded piece of paper. It was a note, folded neatly and sealed with a lipstick kiss on the front. I turned to look at her puzzled and she nodded, indicating she wanted me to open it. It simply said to look at her legs - something I was more than happy to do. Turning to look, I saw her slowly pull up the hem of her skirt to reveal that she was wearing thigh-top stockings and a garter belt, but no panties. I wanted her right then and there! She leaned towards me a little bit.
"When we take out first break, grab your things because you and I are leaving," she whispered.
I looked her in the eye, "Sounds like a plan," I said back, my heart almost choking me before I could get the words out.
At the first break, we both grabbed our things and walked out to my truck. I opened the passenger door for her and helped her up on the running board of my truck. Being a four-wheel drive, it is a bit high so I took her by the waist to help her up. As she stood on the running board, she took my hand and slid it over her hip to her ass, turning to give me a sexy little "what do you think of that?" smile. My cock jumped as I felt her warm skin under her short skirt. Collecting my wits, I closed the door and got in the drivers' side. Once I had closed my door, I turned and looked at her. She was gorgeous.
She giggled and said, "So are you going to just sit there and look at me, or are we going to leave?"
"Where are we going?"
"My apartment. I have a little surprise waiting there," she said with a wink.
"Do you mind if I take off my shoes? These heels are killing my feet!" she asked as we drove out of the parking lot and started headed to her place.
"No, go ahead. I don't see how you girls walk in those things anyway!" I said chuckling. She took off her shoes and turned sideways in her seat, laying her sexy feet in my lap. She began rubbing her stockinged feet against my already hard cock. I turned to look at her and she smiled devilishly, pulling up her skirt a bit to reveal a smoothly shaved pussy. I tried hard to concentrate on the rode as she foot-massaged my straining cock. I began caressing her long smooth legs in return. I was in heaven and couldn't wait to get us to her apartment.
When we got to her apartment, she showed me where the visitor parking spaces were and I pulled the truck in the nearest one to her building's entrance. But it had started raining pretty hard right as we left the school and now we had a good distance between us and the front door!
"Looks like we are gonna get wet!" I said. I didn't have a jacket or anything to offer her since it was summer. So we just looked at each other and accepted the fact we were going to have to make a run for it.
"Ready?" I said. We both opened the doors at the same time and ran as fast as we could to the front door. I took her hand as we ran and helped her get to the entrance as quick as we could. We hit the front door swinging it wide and crashing into the entrance, laughing hysterically.
We walked into the building and took the elevator up to her floor. As we rode the elevator up, I held her close to me, brushing her wet hair from her lovely face and kissing her. My lips met hers in a passionate kiss. My tongue met hers and played and frolicked in our long kiss as our hands explored each others bodies. The sudden stop at her floor told us we had arrived, but neither of us were in a hurry to break the kiss. An elderly couple were waiting for the elevator as the doors opened and we gave them a bit of a thrill as they caught us mauling each other!
We walked past them choking back our laughter as Lisa led me to her apartment. I took her keys and unlocked the door for her. She smiled and walked into the apartment.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back," she said. I sat down on the couch as she walked into the bathroom. I looked around the room and admired her decorating taste. I smiled as I thought about what was in store for the evening.
Lisa walked out of the bathroom still wearing her skirt, thigh highs, and high heels. Her blouse was unbuttoned and she had removed her bra. I could see the creamy skin between her breasts, but the blouse still covered the rest of them. I took in the sight in front of me and smiled at her as she slowly walked over to me. She handed me a towel and as I dried my hair she stepped out of her heels. She put a stocking clad foot up on my lap and began rubbing my cock back to it's former rock hardness.
Feeling how hard I was, she smiled and pulled me to my feet. "Let's get you out of those wet things, shall we?" she said pulling my shirt out of my pants, She slowly unbuttoned my shirt while I watched the lovely girl. She smelled so wonderful and looked even better. She removed my shirt, trailing her long polished nails over my chest then leaning in to kiss it. I moaned almost imperceptibly, but she must of heard me because she looked up and smiled, then leaned back in to kiss and lick my nipples. I had never felt anything so incredible and I felt my knees getting wobbly. I wanted this girl in the worst way!
"Why don't you fix us a couple drinks stud, while I go get into something more appropriate," she breathed into my ear as she kissed my neck, brushing her soft lips against my neck.
She showed me where she kept the glasses and I poured us a couple glasses of wine while she went into the bedroom. I was sitting on the couch with the glasses when, after a few minutes, she came around the corner.
What I saw very nearly stopped my heart right then and there. Before me, standing in the hallway leading to the bedroom was the most perfect creature God had ever placed on the earth. Lisa had replaced the blouse and skirt she had been wearing with a red babydoll with lace cups with matching red g-string panties. She had brushed out her long dark hair, now dry and put on her makeup again. She looked breathtaking.
She stood there for a second or two as I drank in the beauty I was witnessing. Then she slowly and seductively raised her hand and curled her finger at me, indicating she wanted me to follow her. Well I didn't need a second invite! I got up off the couch, taking the two glasses of wine with me and followed my angel into the bedroom.
As I entered the room she wrapped her arms around me and we kissed some more. Then she stepped away from me and walked over to the bed. As I took off my pants and boxers, she lit the candles that she had placed on the night stands. She got on the bed and lay on her back. She beckoned to me to get between her legs, so I crawled on the bed and in between her legs. I began kissing and nibbling on her feet and ankles before slowly working my way up her legs. I made sure to pay careful attention to the sensitive flesh of her creamy thighs. Moving higher, I left a trail of hot kisses up the soft insides of her thighs, teasing her agonizingly before moving up to her steaming pussy.
I began kissing her pussy lips through the material of her red sheer panties as she began moaning and squirming. I licked her and teased her pussy, inhaling her musky scent as her desire ignited and began to grow.
"Ohhh, Paul..." she mewled as I continued to lap at her. And while teasing her was entertaining, it was getting me hotter as well. So after a few minutes of delicious torment, I decided to "up the ante" a bit.
Raising back up onto my knees between her legs, I reached up and slowly slid the thin spaghetti straps off her soft shoulders. As I slid each strap off one at a time she watched me, biting her lip in a most appealing way. As I pulled the filmy material that stood between me and the delights hidden under that sheer fabric, I looked up at my ravishing Lisa. She looked at me, here eyes flicking back and forth searching my face for my reaction.
"Oh my God, Lisa!" I said looking at her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen!
"You like what you see?" she asked.
"Like? You have to be kidding me!" I thought to myself. But my lack of vocabulary skills at that moment made speech impossible, so I could only lean forward and kiss the firm creamy globes that had come into view. I kissed each of her delicious breasts, and then settled on one hard, stiff nipple. She put her hand behind my head, sliding her fingers through my hair and pushing my mouth harder onto her breast.
Lisa arched her back as I began chewing on the sensitive bud. "Ohhh, God!" she moaned louder.
I put a hand between her thighs and rubbed her sopping pussy as I feasted on her nipple. She wriggled her hips, pleading with me.
"Paul, please! I need you...inside me," she panted, the need in her voice obvious.
My own need had become more than I could ignore as well and so I left her sweet tender breasts momentarily. Then as she raised herself up off the bed a bit, I took hold of her tiny but meddlesome panties and slid them down over her hips, down her long legs, and tossed them next to the clothes on the floor.
Now free of all encumbrances, she laid back and spread her legs, opening herself to me. Looking at the slick slit before me I watched it, transfixed by it's soft pulsing and the tiny engorged clit at the top, until I could take no more.
I leaned forward again and fastened my mouth firmly to her drooling pussy.
I lapped and sucked at her clit and lips happily as she thrashed around moaning and tossing her dark mane back and forth. I had always considered myself pretty good at pleasing a woman - I'd never had any complaints at least. But Lisa's gorgeous body and sweeter-than-honey pussy made me use every trick in the book. I ate her with all the relish and apetite of a man starving. With my tongue I scooped up her nectar and fed my need to taste her, to fill my every sense with her. I wanted to taste her, smell her, feel her, and hear her. She was a delight to every sense and I wanted them all to experience this goddess in human form.
My fervor soon lead her to an intense orgasm. She began shaking and moaning, grabbing me by the hair and holding me at her pussy until her tremendous orgasm finally subsided. After what must have seemed an eternity to her, Lisa finally relaxed her legs from their position wrapped around my head. I lay next to her and gently ran my fingers up and down her legs, reveling in the silkiness of her stockings. I looked up at her to see her gazing at me with a exhausted, but satisfied smile.
"You look beautiful Lisa," I said as I caressed her legs.
"Thank you, baby. Working at the lingerie shop, I get a discount. I like pretty things," she said blushing a bit.
"Well from where I sit, hon, it's you that makes the lingerie pretty!" I said.
"Awww, you are sweet!" she said kissing me. She pulled back after the short kiss and looked into my eyes. I reached up and pulled her back onto my mouth, wanting more of her taste. We kissed long and deep, me shoving my tongue into her mouth and her sucking on it as if it were a small cock. She sucked greedily on my tongue and I let her, her lips were sweet and her perfume was heavenly. All too soon, though she broke the kiss and laid back down next to me. We laid there side by side for a while enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies.
"Remember the other day when you said you thought I was a leg man?" I asked.
"Yeah I remember, why?"
"Well I'm not really a leg man per se. But I do have this 'thing' for lingerie. Not in some sick, perverted, I-like-to-wear-girls-underthings way, but I like to see pictures of women in sexy lingerie. It's kind of a fetish of sorts I guess you'd say," I admitted to her. I looked at her anxiously, trying to judge her reaction to my confession.
She sat up. "I guess you've found your girl then," she said with a big grin, "Because I love dressing up in sexy lingerie! Looks like we are made for each other!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! This stunning sexy woman wanted to dress up for me on a regular basis! Was this the start of a beautiful relationship?
"I love how you were licking my pussy, Paul. That was intense - I've never felt anything like that before!"
She smiled softly before kissing her way down my chest and stomach. Reaching my hard throbbing cock, she took my member into her warm wet mouth. I was sure I would cum right then and there. But Lisa sensed this and backed off a bit and let me cool down just enough. She sat back and began rubbing my cock with her feet again. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I reached down to caress her legs.
"No. It's my turn to tease you for awhile. No touching for you right now," she said grinning, a sparkle in her blue eyes.
I did what I was told, and laid back to enjoy what she was doing. She smiled at me and continued her wonderful footjob.
"How bad do you want to cum, baby?" she asked.
"Very badly. I would do anything," I moaned my reply.
With that, she climbed back up my body and straddled my stomach. She reached down and slid a finger into her pussy, and then cleaned her juices off of it. Then she slid back and rose up, positioning her pussy directly over my cock.
"Mmmmmm, yes," I moaned. I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me.
She sat down slowly, sliding my cock into her. She moaned and then sat still for a moment before starting to grind her pussy on my cock. Then she started bouncing on it. I could feel her pussy squeezing me. She felt so good with her pussy muscles clenching my cock, milking it, trying to coax it's precious seed from it. It was like a warm wet hug.
I moaned, "Fuck! You are going to make me cum too quick!" before I rolled her off me. Laying her on her back, I grabbed her ankles, and pulled her legs up and over My shoulders and holding them there before thrusting into her. I began rubbing her legs as I fucked her. I could feel the heat building between us as I began using long deep powerful strokes.
"Yes! Oh baby, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she cried as I plowed into her.
She began moaning and pinching her own nipples as she came again. This put me over the edge. I pulled my cock out, and sprayed my cum all over her stomach and breasts. I fell onto the bed next to her, and rolled onto my back. She turned to me and wrapped her lovely legs around mine and smiled.
"I feel wonderful," I whispered.
"I have more things planned," she giggled.
I smiled with my eyes closed, and sighed. Night school was going to be great! The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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