The Substitute’s Story, Pt. 01

NOTE: This story is a work of fiction, although some characters might be based on real people. All persons identified by name are at least 18 years of age.

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My name is Johnathan Peters, and I’m a substitute teacher for the local school district. This wasn’t where I expected to be at this age, but sometimes life throws you curves you don’t expect and you have to make new plans, like going back to school and getting a teaching degree and then becoming a substitute. This was my third year as a sub, and beginning of year two, I decided to focus on just subbing at the high schools.

Let me tell you, elementary school subbing is a constant race, because if you don’t keep exactly on the schedule, one of the damn students will call you on it right away. Middle school? The students are mostly a bunch of out-of-control assholes. On the other hand, for high school, there’s only four periods a day (three classes plus a planning period, with lunch during the third period of the day), with one day having periods 1-4, and the next day having periods 5-8 — so that’s about 90 minutes a period.

One of the high schools in particular has a teacher, Ms. Chambers, who I always hope to see during the days I’m there. She is in her late 30s, about five feet six inches tall, long blonde hair most often worn as a pony tail, blue eyes, a very sexy smile, slender body with smaller breasts (I’m not a big boob guy, and women that are her age with large breasts tend to be developing a sag anyway… Ms. Chambers’ are very firm and pert), and gorgeous legs. They aren’t really muscular, but the curves are all in the right places. She usually wears a nice blouse with a couple of buttons undone at the top (not enough to be criticized by the principal, but enough to be noticed) tucked into a skirt that’s just above knee length. Most of the time she tends to wear white sneakers, but some days she does wear nicer shoes, and on those days she usually wears nylons (they could be stockings, but I can’t tell that from the length of her skirt, even when there is a bit of a slit on the side). I’m sure a lot of the male students enjoy looking at her as much as I do, especially when it’s a pleated skirt.

So when I go to that school, and I’m subbing on the second floor, I always keep my eyes open for her walking down the hall. Some days I’ll get lucky enough to be heading upstairs just behind her, and seeing her calves stepping up and her nice ass moving back and forth can make my entire day. Sometimes I’m even lucky enough to sub next door or across the hall from her.

As for me, I’m a few inches above six feet with dark brown hair, and brown eyes. I’m not the most attractive man around to be sure, especially since I do have some weight I could lose, but I’ve been told I have a nice smile and good hair. I know I look at least 15 years younger than my actual age thanks to having very few gray hairs. I’m married, and love my wife, but since we had kids our sex life has dwindled down to nothing. We should probably share equal blame for that, but we can’t seem to figure out how to get back to where we were. So my only sexual gratification has been by masturbating when I have the opportunity, using porn as my inspiration. It has gotten a bit old, so I’ve tried using some sex toys to provide some variety, but it would clearly be nice to actually have sex with a partner again.

All of this began early in the school year when I was lucky enough to snag a week-long assignment at this high school (my first job there this year), and when I accepted the assignment, I thought I remembered that as being in the classroom next to Ms. Chambers, so I was hoping that she didn’t have a sub too!

I arrived a bit earlier than I’m required to, in order to have time to check with the office and get attendance rosters, lesson plans and any handouts for the class, as well as the key to the classroom and staff restrooms, and then head up to the classroom. My timing was such that I got to the stairs just behind Ms. Chambers.

Today she was wearing a white blouse, short sleeved, with a black skirt that appeared to be velvet or velvet-like. Instead of her usual sneakers, she wore black dress shoes with a reasonable heel to them that nonetheless helped accentuate her legs even more… helped further by black hose. I had to really pay attention to the steps as I walked up behind her, because her ass was at eye level for me, and it looked sexy as hell in that skirt.

Halfway up, there was a short landing, with the stairs making a 180 degree turn to continue to the second floor. At the landing, Ms. Chambers noticed I was walking behind her and said, “Good morning, Mr. Peters, where are you filling in today?”

“I think we’ll be neighbors all week, I’m in room 212,” I answered.

She smiled at the answer. “Great! If you need any help figuring out anything in that room, just let me know. Sometimes the switches in that room are a bit weird.”

“Thanks, I will.” I was inegöl escort hoping she didn’t notice the bulge in my jeans from the erection that was already starting just from watching her from behind. I continued following her up the stairs and down the hall, where I had to set some things down before I could free a hand to unlock room 212 while Ms. Chambers unlocked room 210, immediately next door.

I picked up my things and entered the classroom. The lights automatically came on (they were motion controlled) and I checked out the space. Unfortunately, the teacher’s desk was not placed where I could get a look through the doorway, but instead faced towards the back of the classroom, over in the opposite corner from the door. The desks and chairs were facing the common wall between 212 and 210, where the whiteboards were as well as the smartscreen TV. In the back of the classroom was the teacher’s office, which I’d been hoping would’ve been left unlocked because the keys the school provides never unlock the office, and it makes for a good place to stash my cooler during the day.

I set everything down on the desk and organized everything, so that the handouts were divided up with the attendance rosters between them. According to the lesson plans, the first period had the class doing some online research for an upcoming project, with the handout providing them with resources to use as well as guidelines, in case any students wanted to use that instead of going back and forth between the web and school email. The next period had a test to take, followed by the planning period (which would be a two hour break, since lunch fell during that time), and then the fourth period had the same assignment as the first period did.

Once I had everything set up, I sat at the desk and took out my iPad to browse Facebook while waiting for the bell to ring. There was a knock at the door, and when I opened it, it was Ms. Chambers. “Hi again… did you need any help figuring things out?”

I wished I had to give her an excuse to stay in the classroom with me a bit longer, but instead I said, “No thanks, it’s a pretty easy day today. Maybe tomorrow!” If I’m lucky, I thought.

Did she look a little disappointed, or was I imagining things? “Okay. You’ve got planning third period, right?” she asked, and I nodded. “I might need your help for a few seconds, there’s some stuff I need that’s at the very top shelf in my office, and I can’t quite reach it.”

“Oh, I could get it now,” I offered.

“That’s okay, I don’t need it until later. Have a good morning!” she said and left. My eyes watched her for the all too short distance she had to walk. I may have been too bold, because I could have sworn that just before she passed out of sight, she turned to look at me, and maybe realized I was staring.

Students were beginning to loiter in the hallways, and when I checked my watch, I could see there weren’t more than a few minutes until the bell rang announcing that it was time go head to the first class. They were the usual mix of high school students sort of meandering around.

The classes I had, at least today, were all supposed to be seniors, and there were a few names on the roster I remembered from last school year. It would be interesting to see how the summer changed them, as well as to see if they remembered me. A few showed up before the first bell, while others waited to be summoned.

The bell rang, and students started making their way to classes. I stood by the open door, greeting them as they came in. A few students acknowledged knowing me from last year, which is always nice. I always tried to have a good rapport with the students.

As is the usual routine, I introduced myself for the benefit of the students who didn’t know me from last year, and I went over the day’s assignment. They started getting their laptops out of their backpacks as I handed out the papers, and went to work while I returned to the desk and took attendance.

The students were well-behaved (always a nice change), and so I spent most of the period on my iPad, playing games or surfing Facebook. Second period went about the same as first period.

The end of the second period left the classroom empty, and remembering my promise to Ms. Chambers, I left my classroom went next door to hers, which was open. “Hi, Mr. Peters,” she greeted, “Close the door behind you?”

I complied as she got up from her desk, where she had been writing some notes. Her classroom was the mirror image of the one I was in, complete with the office in the back. She led the way there, and I could swear she was moving her ass even more than this morning. She unlocked the door to her office, and after I entered, she closed the door behind us.

Her office had a desk on one side that looked out through a window to the classroom, but the window was currently closed. Opposite her desk was a fairly nice couch, while on the wall opposite the floor were innovia escort cabinets and a bookshelf. I could see that there were a few boxes on the top she couldn’t possibly reach, and I stepped over there and started reaching up, asking, “Which one of these did you need?”

I was surprised as hell when she came up from behind me, pressing her firm breasts against my back, rubbing her crotch against me, and reaching around me to fondle my dick through my pants. “Actually, this is what I wanted to reach,” she purred.

I was hard in seconds, as her fondling, even through the thick denim, was having an effect on me. Despite this, I turned to face her, eyebrows raised. “I didn’t know you were…”

Her hands moved to my belt buckle and started undoing it. “I know you’ve been staring at my legs all last school year,” she said as the belt went free and she started working on the pants button. “I wanted to do something about it then, but my divorce wasn’t final yet, so I had to wait.” Now she pulled the zipper down, and my hard cock pushed out beneath my boxers. “So now it’s my time.”

She took both hands and yanked my pants and shorts down in one movement, leaving my cock hanging out in front of me. I am certainly no pornstar at a little over six inches long, but I have known for a long time that I am very thick, which has sometimes caused issues with previous partners. A drop of precum was on the very tip, and she reached out with one finger to touch it, and then swirl it around the head of my dick. The sensation nearly made me lose my balance!

“But Ms. Chambers, why me? Aren’t there other teachers here you’re more interested in?” I don’t know why I was asking that instead of enjoying the experience… much less how I got all that out.

Her hands both returned to my cock and gently started squeezing it as they stroked up and down the shaft. “Allie,” she insisted before saying, “Most of the men here are way too wound up in themselves to even notice me like you have. So you get the benefits!”

With that, she kneeled on the floor, parted her lips, and leaned forward. Her tongue first swirled around the head, licking up more precum that her hands had brought up, then licked up and down the length of it, waiting to lick along the vein last. Then she let her hands go back to fondling me as she took each of my testicles into her mouth one at a time and sucked on them. I don’t know how I wasn’t already cumming!

She moved back up to my cock, and she proceeded to take me into her mouth. The feeling was incredible! I don’t think I ever had a better blowjob in my life. She kept a steady pace bobbing up and down while maintaining a steady suction and keeping her tongue moving. While she was doing that, one hand was fondling my nutsack while the other was at the base of my shaft, her thumb and forefinger creating an “O” around it and starting to move up and down my shaft as well, probably no more than an inch before going back down again.

“Oh my god,” was all I could stammer out at first as I enjoyed the sensations. “Keep this up… Allie… and I’m… going to… cum…” That second sentence took longer to get out because she somehow stepped up her efforts even more. I leaned back against the bookshelf to steady my self, hands grabbing onto whatever I could grab, as she somehow increased her efforts. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that she went from fondling my nutsack to stroking my perinium.

Then she started humming, and the vibration of her humming was too much for me to handle. “I’m cumming!” I blurted out as I felt my testicles clench and the familiar feeling coming to me, and then I came like I’ve never come before in her mouth. I don’t know how much came out of me, but she swallowed it all, and kept licking and sucking me until I didn’t have any more cum left.

I started to feel a little lightheaded and staggered over to the couch, sitting down. My pants and underwear were still down around my ankles. Allie stood up and sat next to me, offering up her lips for a kiss. Normally I’m not a big fan of kissing someone right after I came in their mouth (not that it happened a lot), but I was sure she’d swallowed it all, so I leaned over and kissed her.

When our lips met, her tongue came out, forcing my own lips apart. We were attached at the lips with the kind of passion I’d never felt before. My right hand reached over to her blouse and started feeling her breasts through it, while my left hand was on her waist. It wasn’t long before she took my right hand in her left and led it to the buttons, after which her hand went back to my cock, which had softened but it appeared she was wanting me to get hard again.

We continued to kiss as I fumbled with her buttons with one hand, but I had to admit defeat and bring in my other hand to help. Once the last button was undone, I pulled her blouse off her — it felt heavier than I thought it would — and tossed it aside. I was ipsala escort expecting a bra underneath, but clearly she didn’t really need it. Her bare breasts were out in the open, nipples already erect and hard as pencil erasers. Her tits were just big enough for me to take each one in a hand and enjoy their touch. Even at her age, they were still nice and firm!

That skirt had to go next, and so I reluctantly broke our kiss so I could reach around behind her and find the zipper, pulling it down. Allie stood for a moment while I pulled the skirt down, leaving her legs completely exposed now — and now I could see that instead of nylons, she was wearing a set of black thigh high stockings. I’ve always been a leg man, and stockings are one of my fetishes, so I could tell my cock was starting to thicken up again. I saw that they were attached to a garter belt that was put on under her panties — which were black and lacey — excellent! While she was still standing, I pulled her panties off, after which she pulled my polo short off me and then helped get my shoes and socks off before pulling my pants and shorts off me. I have to admit I took a glance at my watch to see how much time was left in the period, and was amazed to see that all this had happened in less than half an hour!

Allie started to sit on the couch again next to me, but I pushed her a little further down and convinced her to lay back. “Time for me to return the favor,” I insisted. I had to get on my knees on the floor to get the right angle (fortunately there was a throw pillow handy for cushioning), and I began running my hands up and down her stockinged legs, enjoying the up-close view and feel. Where they met was one of the most beautiful pussies I’ve ever seen in my life. She had shaved all of her pubic hair off, exposing bare skin all around. Her pussy lips looked inviting, but they would have to wait their turn.

I leaned in towards her and started by licking and kissing the inside of her thighs, which elicited a moan of pleasure from her. Then I began licking and kissing Allie all around her pussy, but not actually touching her pussy at all. This brought more moans from her. I was tempted to spend more time teasing before going to the promised land, but I couldn’t wait to taste her. At first gently, I licked her pussy lips, which caused her to tremble slightly, and then I licked harder and deeper, so that I finally tasted her. Her pussy juices were sweet to me, and seemed to have a touch of vanilla to the flavor (I learned later that she would sometimes dab herself with a few drops of vanilla extract in place of other perfumes, and today was one of those days).

My tongue moved slowly higher to her clitoris, which was extremely hard when my tongue made its way below the hood. Her entire body stiffened at my first touch there, and then relaxed again. As I started licking her clit, I took my right hand and inserted a finger into her vagina, followed by once more, and then a third one. The fit was so tight I wasn’t sure how I was going to fit my dick inside her!

Allie’s breath started getting faster and faster, and I could feel her body stiffen, and then relax again and again. She continued to make noises, none of which were actual words. I wondered if I should back down and then go back to bringing her off, or if I should continue. I decided to keep up my efforts, and started flicking my tongue all around her clit faster, as my fingers fucked her vagina.

Usually when I’m with someone (and it had been a while, I’ll admit), I am able to get them just to the edge and hold them there for a few minutes, as it usually results in a stronger orgasm for them, but when I felt her entire body tense up and her vagina clamp around my fingers, I didn’t even get a chance to show down even a little bit before she climaxed. Somehow, she had grabbed another pillow and held it over her mouth to stifle her, but I could still make out what sounded like, “Oh, fuuuuuuuck!”

I slowed down just a little bit but kept licking, this time more gently, but then she reached with her other hand and pushed my head to her crotch, which I took to mean she wanted me to lick harder again. So I did, and in just a few seconds, she had her second climax, pushing my head towards her even more, so I took it as a sign to lick even faster, which intensified her orgasm even more.

Finally, she pushed my head away from her. “Oh shit, that was good… Mr. Peters — what the fuck is your first name, anyway?”

“Johnathan,” I provided. “Most people either call me Johnny or John.”

“John, then… oh god, I needed that. I have toys at home, but there’s nothing like having someone doing the job for you,” she said between breaths.

“I agree, Allie,” I definitely didn’t orgasm from masturbation like I did from her blowjob! “Hey, this might seem like an odd time to mention this, but… you know I’m married, right?”

“I know, John, and I’m not looking for a relationship right now, just someone to have fun with. I only waited until after the divorce was final so my ex couldn’t use anything against me that might lead to changing who got custody of our daughter.”

“Oh… okay then,” I responded, feeling a bit better about the situation.