Life has its ups and downs, especially my life. My name is Jeni. I am a 40 year old mother of two wonderful teenagers. While I don’t think I am super gorgeous, but I do know that I look good enough to get a second glance, as I walk down the street. My body is slim, with a nice set of breasts, that I got enhanced about 9 years ago. My naturally blonde hair is cut short, almost boyish in style. It’s true that men take more than a passing glance, but it’s not a male that heats my core. I work at a local school in southwestern Florida, as a part time PE teacher. There is one person I am longing to attract, and she is no male. Ashley is an intern in the Math department. She is a cute blonde, with bright blue eyes, and a tight bubble butt. I’m guessing her perky breasts are C cups, but I can’t be sure. Here lately, all I can think about is her beautiful body, so much so that she invades my dreams at night. She works with me at the school, so I have to be careful not to jeopardize our jobs, and I always see her with a man, so I dare not approach her. It seems that I will have to explore her body in my dreams for now. I’m married to a strictly moral man. I love him, but he’s unwilling to try anything new and fun. Our sex life is missionary position with the lights off. In other words, my life is dull. I needed some spice to my life. As I drove to work, I pondered on how to get my stuffy husband to loosen up and wondered what he would do if I ever mentioned that I wanted to be with another woman. “He would probably have a shit fit,” I laughed to myself. Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed lots of activity in the front of the school. Various repair trucks were lined up, and the principle was directing traffic. Concerned, I shut off my car and went to see what was going on. “Jeni! I’m glad to see you,” Mr. Rogers said. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Well, it seems that last night some vandals broke in and destroyed school property. They smashed windows, walls, toilets…practically everything!” he responded, “I’ve dismissed classes today, kaçak iddaa so we can figure out what’s missing and broken.” “Oh, my God!” I said, eyes wide. “I need you to inventory the storage room in the old part of the school. It’s a big job, so I’m sending Ashley to help,” he instructed. “Okay,” I answered. A thrill went through my body. Ashley was coming to help me! How was I going to stand being in the same room with her, when it was hard enough to work in the same school? Just the thought of her body in close contact sent a massive pulse to my clit. I headed back to the storeroom. Opening the door, I discovered a dark and dusty mess. Sighing, I ventured further, trying to take note of everything. There didn’t appear to be any damage back there. “Good God! What a mess,” I exclaimed. Gathering my stamina, I found a corner to sit and started counting the boxes of pencils. About an hour into the day, Ashley dragged herself into the room. I had to mentally remind myself to close my mouth, when I saw what she was wearing. Dressed in a halter top that barely covered her pert mounds, it must have been chilly in the room, because I could clearly see her erect nipples pushing against the thin material. Her tiny mini-skirt almost reached to the middle of her tight, tanned thighs. My throat was dry, and at the same time I was drooling. “Hey, Ash. What a way to start our morning, huh?” I asked. She grunted a response, and then dropped to the floor to start on the bottom shelves. With her back to me, I got the pleasure of watching her reach for boxes in the back. She was sitting on her knees, so every time she leaned inward, I saw everything. When she showed up in that skirt, I wondered if there was wearing regular panties or a thong covering her delicate folds. That led me to ponder if she was bare or covered in downy hair. I didn’t have to guess anymore. With a clipboard covering my lap, I slipped my hand between my legs and touched my crotch. It was not a surprise to find a damp spot directly over my humid hole. The very kaçak bahis next time she leaned forward I started rubbing my throbbing clit in a slow, firm circle. A thin strip of material had wedged itself between the plump globes of her ass. I could not rip my gaze from that strip, and in fact let my eyes follow the trail down. The puffy and very bare lips of her pussy bulged beneath the tight silk. I was being slowly tortured and nearly came, when she opened her thighs wide to steady her body. A thin sheen of sweat covered my forehead and upper lip, as I rubbed harder and faster. My own slit was drenched. I was about to cum, just from staring at her almost bare, upturned ass. With thighs trembling and ragged breathing, I let several small waves of pleasure wash over me. Trying to hold in my moans, I pressed down hard on my huge nub. A blinding sensation radiated from my clitoris, sending bolts of electricity straight down my thighs. My warm cream soaked my panties, as both my kitty and ass trembled. I leaned back, trying to catch my breath. The room was hot to start with, but I was sweltering. Shedding my jacket, my modest sports bra clung to my moist skin. Luckily, Ashley remained oblivious to my actions. Ready to resume counting, I stood up to survey the upper shelves. About an hour later, Ashley finally woke up enough to talk. “Hey, Jeni, how the hell did we get recruited into doing this shit job?” she asked me. “Low men on totem pole, I guess,” I replied, absently. A few minutes passed. I could tell she was getting bored, because that is when the chatter started. “Man…I think time is going backward. This is totally boring,” she complained. Trying to ease some of the boredom, I began to ask her questions about her life. I was hoping to break the ice; test the waters. “Hey, Ash, what do you do for fun?” I inquired. “My boyfriend and I go to the beach, mostly. I am still a bit too young to do much else,” she told me. “I wish I could go clubbing,” she mused. “I used to be heavy in the club scene. Don’t get to do it illegal bahis much anymore,” I replied. “Why not? You have a rocking bod! I bet you would have loads of fun,” she remarked. “My husband isn’t into the kind of clubbing that I want to do,” I found myself blurting. “What kind are you talking about?” she asked, sitting back on her heels, looking at me. I found myself telling her about my marriage and the all the exciting things I wished that we would do. She was, amazing, easy to talk to. I watched her expression change from bored to intrigue. Uncomfortable with myself, I went silent. “I wonder what it’s like. How does it feel?” she muttered. Sitting back on my heels, I looked straight into her blue eyes. Locking our gaze, I took a deep breath, licking my lips. “Well, I’ve always thought it would be soft; comfortable. Another woman would naturally know where to rub and to lick,” I murmured. Ashley’s eyes were glazed, as if she was trying to visualize. I decided to tell her what I felt in my fantasies. “In my dreams, I fantasize about rubbing my lips over her warm breasts, focusing on her pert nipple. My mouth can’t help but to open to allow my tongue a taste of the ripe fruit, I continued. “Then, when she can’t take it anymore and is squirming in her seat, trying to relieve the steady throb in her pussy, I let my hands travel to a sweet folds. I believe that a woman is gentler. Her fingers are softer, not so rough,” I whispered, “I would spread her puffy lips open, revealing the flower inside. Spying the soft pink flesh, with drops of dew coating it, all I can think about is how much you I want to taste those pearly drops,” I whispered to her. As I softly talked to her, I moved closer. Our gazes locked; attention held. I was amazed at how quickly I became aroused. Ashley’s breathing was erratic. Her breasts were heaving; almost struggling with her top. With my mind on auto pilot, I reached out and brushed the tips of my fingers over her taut nipple. She jumped a little, but didn’t move away from my touch. “Then, as my tongue gets coated in her creamy wetness, her spasmodic hole searches for something to suck. So to relieve her need, I push my finger gently inside her wet sheath and let it nurse on my firm digit,” I continue.