I am in my thirty-fourth year at Aldridge High School as the boys’ physical education teacher. I coach the boys’ cross-country team and coach the distance runners for the track team. Over the course of the summer, I decide that this will be my final year, it is time to retire.
Three weeks into the school year, we have a teacher institute day, there is no school for the students. The day of the meeting, I dress in a white polo shirt, athletic shorts and a pair of white athletic shoes.
The meeting starts on time and my teaching partner, Erikka Johnson, the new girls’ physical education teacher takes the seat next to me. She is fresh out of college and is a sight to behold. Her long red hair rests on her shoulders, freckles pepper her face, neck and arms. Her emerald green eyes are mesmerizing.
The meeting covers teacher duties and assignments such as modified lunch duty and door duty schedules along with a reminder of discipline policies and a number of other topics. During the meeting, I keep glancing over at Erikka and feel myself getting hard as my eyes wander over her toned, tanned body.
Finally, it is time for lunch and we are given the afternoon to meet with our teaching partners to make sure everyone in their respective departments are on the same page.
After getting my lunch, I go over and ask, “Hello Ms. Johnson, may I join you?”
“Of course Mr. Bradley, please take a seat.”
“Thank you, Ms. Johnson.”
“We need to go over our curriculum for the rest of this semester, Ms. Johnson.”
“Of course, Mr. Bradley.”
“I will meet you in our office, after I speak to the principal.”
Lunch is over way too soon and as Erikka stands, my eyes drink in her long legs, up to her cute heart-shaped derriere. She looks back, smiles and I swear she shakes her derriere a little more while walking out the cafeteria.
After lunch, I stop to talk with the principal about why the new uniforms for the cross-country team have yet to arrive and she assures me they will be here next week.
Approaching our office, I hear, “Mmm,mmm, I love how your cock tastes, Mr. Bradley.”
Peeking around the door, I see Erikka sitting behind her desk, giving mouth service to a peeled banana. With the tip of the banana facing her, Erikka starts at the base and slides her tongue along the inside curve.
“Oohh, Mr. Bradley, I love how your cock twitches at my touch.”
I continue watching as Erikka reaches the tip of the banana and wraps her luscious, full lips around it. Slowly, her mouth descends down to the base.
“Mmpphh, mmpphh, mmm,” Erikka moans as she bobs her head up and down the entire length of the banana.
Slipping my hand inside the waistband of my athletic shorts, I wrap my fingers around my very erect cock. Slowly, I pump my hand up and down my swollen shaft as I watch Erikka swirl her tongue over the banana tip.
The slurping sounds coming from Erikka are getting louder as she licks and sucks on her make believe cock.
“Mmm, Mr. Bradely, give me your cum.”
Erikka slides her mouth down to the base of the banana, then back up slowly.
I can’t take it anymore, Erikka has been doing this the last two weeks every day after school. I am no longer able to contain myself and I walk in.