She shoved her purse and sleek leather jacket into the small locker. It reminded her of when she was a child. The lockers seemed so small now that she was older. She glanced up and to her right side as she heard someone call her.
“Do you think I could get a second opinion?” Asked the Teacher that worked out of the same classroom she did.
She smiled and said “sure.”
She closed the locker and quickly made her way into the classroom. He was leaning idly on one of the student’s desks. She stopped a couple feet away from him and tilted her head to the side curiously.
“What is it you wanted a second opinion on?” She asked.
He pushed himself off of the desk, took a few steps towards her and stopped directly in front of her. His hands went to his belt and expertly undid the buckle. Slowly he slipped the belt out of each loop. Once it was freed from its confines he held it in his left palm and ran a finger along it.
“What do you think of this belt? Do you think it suits me?” He asked in a husky voice.
She took a deep breath and exhaled with some relief, though she continued to feel the sexual tension building in the room. She leaned in to get a closer look at the belt.
“You can touch it if you want, it won’t bite… unless you want it to that is.” He stated with a chuckle. She laughed and felt some of the tension ease away. She ran her finger along the belt feeling all the ridges beneath it.
“I… think it’s a very nice belt. It suits you well.”
His smile was slow and genuine. “I think so too.”
He was quite stunning, she had always thought so. Though she had only seen him for about 20 minutes a day. He was getting ready to leave when she showed up for work. He had light brown hair that fell down to the nape of his neck and piercing chocolate eyes that danced mischievously behind elegantly rimmed glasses. He was slim and she imagined toned beneath his clothing. A spark of desire dripped down her spine and landed in the pit of her stomach at the thought of what was beneath his clothing.
What she loved most about his appearance however was the way he carried himself. Anytime she stole glances out of the corner of her eye while preparing for the Children to come into the after school program she ran she would notice the distinct way he carried himself. His presence was even magnificent. His hips moved with ease as he walked. His hands were elegant and yet manly, the finger bones were extenuated with polished nails at each finger tip. Every time he touched something it was with grace and compassion. She imagined how his touch would feel on her skin, hot and gentle.
She shook her head. Desire roared in her belly and sent liquid hot molten waves between her thighs. He smiled deviously and took her hand in his own.
“I've lied to you, there's something else that I’d like to show you.” He slowly guided her hand down his torso. She followed willingly. When her hand got to the hem of his jeans she slipped the tips of her fingers between the material and his hot skin. She tugged teasingly.
His eyes smoldered when she looked up into them, begging her to keep going. She obliged and thumbed the button of his jeans, spinning it around and around before she popped it out of the loop.
His movements were quick, he slid his hand around the nape of her neck and entangled his fingertips in her hair, tugging lightly. He urged her to look up at him and when she did his lips met hers. Softly at first their lips joined. He felt as though he was kissing a delicate cloud of rouge that tasted like sweet cherries and desire. Longing seeped into his veins as he deepened the kiss.
A small moan escaped her lips. He pulled her closer to him as she wrapped her arms around his slender waist and hugged his hips. She could feel his cock pressing eagerly against her waist.
He released her lips, regretting his decision to do so when he looked into her dark pooling blue eyes. He glanced at the time. 10 minutes and her co-workers would be here to start the day. “It’s almost time for you to start work.” He said morosely.
“Yeah.” She acknowledged. Sighing she stepped away. Glancing down she couldn’t stifle the giggle that erupted from her mouth.
“What are you going to do about that?” She asked amused. His mouth formed a straight line with a crook at the end, a hint of amusement.
“Well, if you didn’t have to work…” He trailed off. She chuckled
“Mmm yeah.” Was her response.
A moment passed by in silence. “What if you were to come a bit earlier?” He asked quizzically.
“Hmm…” She pondered for a moment. “I could do that.”
A smile danced on his lips making his dimples deepen enticingly. She bit her lip.
“Tomorrow then.” She stated calmly and logically.
“Tomorrow.”
Authors note: I may continue this one so if you would like more let me know. Also i know its a bit different from my last post and other work I've done (for the people that know me) so i hope you enjoyed!