I hang up the phone with my mom and climb into my car. The first thing I do is blast the air conditioning. The radio clicks on and Marvin Gaye's voice croons over the speakers - 'Sexual Healing.' Ugh. I could use a little sexual healing. It's been a while since I was last fucked. I lost my virginity to Derek Marshall on my 17th birthday and we had a bunch of crazy sex for a few months after that. Since Derek and I broke up though, I haven't been with anyone. I'm almost 19 now. Whenever I go to the gym, it drives me nuts to see the shirtless, sweaty men with various bulging body parts. Sometimes I get so... um...distracted, that I have to leave. Today is one of those days.
Since today is one of those days, I'm a little bit irritated that I have to stop by St. Agnes, my little brother's school, and talk to his principal. I pull up to his office. His name is Mr. Grant. He was the principal when I went to middle school here, and I vaguely remember him being attractive, but I was too young to care much at the time.
I suddenly become conscious of the fact that I am clad only in my workout gear. Don't get me wrong - I have nothing to be ashamed of. My perky 36 C's are encased by the tight purple spandex of my sports bra and my stomach looks deliciously flat. The spandex on my lower half doesn't do a great job of covering my thick ass cheeks, but usually I don't think anything of it when I go to the gym. I slowly step into his secretary's office and announce my arrival.
"Carmen Reynolds. Louie Reynold's sister...I'm here for a conference with Mr. Grant."
The secretary eyes me warily up and down as if I'm a whore.
"Sure, Miss Reynolds. I remember when you went to school here. You were much...smalller then. Head on back to his office. He just got back from lunch."
I walk to the last door on the right and lightly knock. I hear some shuffling and soon Mr. Grant is opening the door with a firm expression that quickly turns to awe as his eyes travel over my body. He quickly gains his composure and ushers me in, closing the door quickly behind me.
"Miss Carmen Reynolds. I haven't seen you in quite some time. You've blossomed into...uh...quite the woman."
I notice a deep flush in his face and I regret if I'm making him uncomfortable. The thing is, Mr. Grant is hot and I want to make a good impression. He's in his late 40's and has a thick head of dark hair that is starting to silver on the sides. His face is masculine and rugged. His entire presence reeks of power. It's a turn on. It's a shame that I was too young to appreciate this man when I went to school here.
"I spoke with your mom today about transferring Louie into the other science class, the one taught by Ms. Kennedy? His tests indicate that he would be better fit for her teaching methods. I just need your mom's signature as soon as possible. She wasn't able to pick up the forms today, so she said you'd be able to get them. Give me one minute to run them off the copy machine."
Mr. Grant leaves the room and closes the door. I'm sitting in a chair across from his desk, and absentmindedly start to twist at a thread that's come loose from the seat cushion. It eventually rips off, and I take a few strides to the trash can behind his desk to throw it away. I glance at the computer screen and - oh. I can feel my cheeks turning pink. On Mr. Grant's computer screen is a video of a young blonde on a couch, grinding on the dick of a large black guy. I stare in shock at the video, not able to drag my eyes away from the way she works her pussy on his huge cock. It feels as is someone has lit a flame within me. I feel myself start to get slippery in my spandex, and I quickly sit down before Mr. Grant can catch me.
A few minutes later, Mr. Grant strides back into the room. He hands me the papers I need and starts to show me to the door...but at this point, I'm too turned on the let this opportunity go. I stand up and slowly stride over to the window, careful to jiggle my ass as I walk. I get on my tiptoes and lean my head out of the open window, making sure stick my ass out toward Mr. Grant. Hopefully he takes the invitation.
"This is an awfully nice view, Mr. Grant."
I hear his breath hitch as he mutters, "It sure is."
Hearing the lust in his voice makes my nipples go hard. This is what I've been waiting so long for - a powerful man with a huge cock that is deserving of my time. I turn back around and see that his pants are starting to bulge. We both stand staring at each other, frozen in our lust. Finally, I speak.
"Mr. Grant, I wasn't being nosey but...I saw what you were watching on your computer."
He slowly sinks into his chair.