Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 18

 

 

 

Miss Derby rattled the door before coming in, and everyone straightened up. I bent down over my bag, pulling my blouse together, I quickly fastened the top buttons, as Miss Derby marched in. Miss Derby took a good look around. I sat up with a book pulled from my bag and gave Miss Derby a smile.

 

“Be careful…girl…any closer calls…and I’ll recommend you for the assessment center… Be warned…Tina…” Miss Derby heavily intoned. I shivered with fear. My face dropped, to be replaced with a look of dread. The teacher might as well be talking about a dark, and dank dungeon. If half of what I heard about the place was true, I should be afraid.

 

“Good…let’s take a delve into maths…don’t groan…it won’t be that bad…my knowledge is rudimentary…you’ll be glad to know…I’m not a fan…” Miss Derby laughed. The classroom mood lightened, and even I managed a smile. I answered the questions and got them right. When my paper was marked, I received full marks.

 

“I’m glad…it’s not over a hundred percent…Tina…because even I know that is impossible…”  Miss Derby smiled.

 

“If she got her name right wouldn’t that tip it over the edge?” The class comedian asked.

 

“It would at least give you one mark…Peter…but…alas nothing…I’d like to push you over the edge…quieten down everyone…if someone comes to investigate the noise…we all lose out… understood…you might get a new…aggressive…hard-nosed teacher…keep quite…you get to keep…Miss Softy…me…stupid boy…” Miss Derby laughed and ruffled Andrew’s hair.

 

A very quiet applause ensued.

 

“I’d like to keep you Miss…” One of the football team said.

 

“Thank you…Brian…nice of you…” Miss Derby commented.

 

“So…you wouldn’t mind Miss…if I kept you…” Brian asked politely. Miss Derby missed the meaning in his voice and quickly said “Yes…Brian…that would be nice…”

 

“Miss…as a pet…I’ve heard of pet pupils…what about a pet teacher…” Brian teased. Miss Derby face went bright crimson, he’d hit upon a nerve but the other students thought she was embarrassed at such an audacious suggestion.

 

“Just so long as you look after me…Brian…a pet teacher is not just for Christmas…” Miss Derby joked, only it sounded hollow.

 

“I would Miss…I’d teach you things…that would be turnaround…wouldn’t it…Miss…” Brian politely said.

 

“Yes…maybe so…can you teach me anything…as you don’t seem to have learnt much in this class…” Miss Derby quietly joked, hoping to put him off the track.

 

“I’ve learnt discipline…obeying instructions…doing as you’re told…wearing the right clothes…sitting up straight…I could teach you that…Miss…” Brian said while Miss Derby tried to interrupt him.

 

“Brian…let’s get on…shall we?” Miss Derby said, now standing close to him; their conversation became quite and personal, while the rest of us ignored them, becoming involved in our chatter.

 

“So…I really could teach you something…Miss…” Brian innocently smiled. 

 

“Yes…I’m sure…Brian…in the mean-time back to reality…and this class…” Miss Derby said, trying to bring some authority to her voice.

 

“As my pet…I could teach you all those things…especially obedience…a pet should wear a collar…with a leash…learn how to beg…and to fetch…I’d use discipline and rewards to train my pet teacher…a spanking is a discipline…isn’t it Miss” Brian quietly asked.

 

“Yes…but…Not…errr…not…” Miss Derby whispered huskily and then her voice faded. She tried to say, not her, not a teacher. Brian had found out a secret something about his teacher and was playing it for all it was worth. The hum of the class died to silence, as though waiting for him to score a goal.

 

“I’m glad you agree…wouldn’t want to discipline you…if you don’t agree to it…the rewards would be good…a good brushing…and a seeing to…would be a reward…what do you think… Miss?” Brian cheekily asked. Miss Derby looked frightened, no longer able to whisper; she simply nodded her head. The one thought raged through her mind, that he’d found out. How? How on earth had he discovered her weakness, her secret fantasy? She was very discreet, using a laptop and being very careful with the password; she looked around the classroom wondering who else knew. She stood close to his desk, willing him to stop; trying to prevent him revealing more, through sheer will power. Her mouth was dry and she’d lost the power of speech, unable to even protest.

 

“Good…we’re clear then…you want to be trained…and disciplined…for a reward you’ll be given a good seeing to…and punished if necessary…Miss…” Brian whispered, he watched her nod ascent. It looked as though she were in a dream-world, he knew why; but hadn’t expected her to just cave in. He hadn’t expected his teacher to let him reveal all that, it certainly confirmed what he’d found out about her. Our teacher was a secret pet-girl. Brian had gone too far in class, but it had been amusing seeing her cringe; he wondered how he could get something more out of this. It had been fun embarrassing her in front of the class, but that’s all it was a bit of fun.

 

“Finished…see me after class…” Miss Derby heavily spoke, we looked at each other wondering what just happened. Shrugs and up turned eyes showed we were mystified; we’d waited for a punch line to Brian’s joke but nothing happened. Brian eyes gleamed with satisfaction and that should gave warned her not to be alone with him. Arranging for him to stay after college might not have been such a good idea. After college I relented and agreed to let Paul drive me home, we were getting into his car, when we saw Miss Derby walking through the student’s car park; we looked at each other, then back to where she had been, only to have lost her. Paul was in too much of a hurry to be bothered about a teacher, so drove off; he parked down the street from my house and reached for me.

 

“We’ve a few minutes until the college bus arrives…you won’t be expected home until then…” Paul said. The intense look he gave me melted all resistance, or at least some of it. How could I upset him, when he’d been so good to me? All it took was one of his special smiles, he wound an arm around my waist and kissed me. He was an expert at kissing, this was all new to me and it was exciting, I was in the arms of a college heart throb, all the girls wanted him as their boyfriend, yet he belonged to me. In return I belonged to him, a deep longing for something excited me and spurred me on. The idea of belonging to him became deeper the longer we smooched. How I was going to keep him was the problem. As we kissed, my age melted away, leaving me nineteen again, I was a teenager, so it was alright to be his girlfriend. While being his girlfriend, I could use my experience as a woman to keep him. What we were doing had now been justified and allowed me to carry on.

 

The light touches to my thighs were hardly felt, as everything was concentrated upon lips and tongue. A finger pressed against my engorged lips and my legs fell open.

 

“No…Paul…I can’t let you…” I told him. My voice was light and breathy, it revealed how excited he’d made me feel, rather than sounding determined to stop.

 

“Let me pleasure you…I’ll make you cum…don’t worry…it won’t hurt…” He said.

 

“I know…you don’t know me…I hardly know anything about you…” I complained.

 

“What do you want to know?” Paul asked.

 

“The bus will be here soon…my elder sister will be expecting me…” I quickly said.

 

“In class you promised…I could touch your breasts…” Paul reminded me. The expectant looks on his face was funny. It was true, I’d put him off in class, hoping something would happen to get me off the hook. The bus would arrive soon, so maybe I could avoid what he wanted.

 

“You’re sure you want me to do this?” Slowly unbuttoning my blouse, looking at him I said. I knew it was a silly question. What the hell! What did it matter, it was no big deal, they were just breasts; of course, it was important to him. It was important to all teenage boys, it was decided to give him a thrill; to keep him interested it wasn’t much of a sacrifice, as I was an experienced woman and used to going much further than this. On opening my blouse, and pulling up the bra, I was pleased with his reaction. The expression on his face was a picture of concentration, arousal and excitement, he was pretty sure of himself and right then was no exception.  

 

Expecting him to inexpertly grope my breasts, I was surprised when he leaned in to suck on a nipple. He gently massaged the other one, paying attention to the nipple, too late to stop him; I felt how sensitive they were. If he’d treated them roughly it would have been possible to remain cool. My level of arousal was being raised too quickly to cope. The nipples seemed to be connected directly to a pleasure center in my brain, my head lolled back and I groaned. A hand stroked my thigh and this time I didn’t care, the pleasure ran through my entire body, arousing me to the brink. His finger rubbed over the crotch of my panties, pressing my bud in just the right way.

 

“Oh! God! Yes!” I hissed; Paul stopped suddenly.

 

“The college bus…” He sighed. It had driven past the car, while lots of eyes scanning us both. We’d been caught! We straightened up our clothes while still breathing heavily.

 

“Later…we’ll go out on a date…get to know each other…” He said. I knew what he meant; the seriousness of his voice was funny. If he intended to finish what he’d started, I was ready for a date. He probably didn’t, which disappointed me. Well! At least I knew my integrity was intact, if nothing else.  What did nineteen-year-olds do on a date? As a nice girl, it wouldn’t be what I needed right then.

 

“Like that will be cool…yea…what time?” I said.

 

“I’ll pick you up at eight…” he smiled and lightly kissed my lips. We started walking, a car ran through a puddle and my legs got a soaking of cold water; I jumped and yelled at the driver.

 

“Oh God…” I said.

 

“Tina…what’s up?” Paul asked.

 

“It’s my bloody elder sister’s car…” I snapped, just managing not to say my younger sister.

 

“Tina…get in…” Tina looked at me through the open window, she’d a real triumphant look on her face. I slid in the back seat.

 

“So, who is this Tina?” Tina asked me.

 

“Paul…my study partner at college…” I whimpered.

 

“So are you dating my younger sister…Paul…” Tina asked. I could see her eyes in rear-view mirror. She was fucking well enjoying this.

 

“She’s free tonight…pick her up at 8:30 dear…I’m sure you’re free…I bet you would rather my little sister…” Tina said.

 

“Yes…I’m free…I’ll…Mrs. Sharma…” Paul said. 

 

“Call me Di…Thank you dear…” Tina said, looking at me in the mirror and we drove off.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me about this Paul?” Tina heavily asked me as we entered the house.

 

“Well…like…there’s nothing to tell really…you don’t need to know everything I do…I’m old enough to decide for myself…” I asserted.

 

“Well…err…yes…I guess…you’re going out with a boy from college…if you make a mistake …get found out…what then?” Tina said.

 

“This is a good reason…for playing the part all the time…I don’t forget and mess up…anyway it’s only for a week…” I reminded Tina.

 

“I suppose having a boyfriend in college is alright…he’ll want to take you out…” Tina mused. It was a bit daunting going out with a teenager, not really wanting to go out with a boy from college, I switch tactics.

 

“You’re going to ground me then…like…spoil my fun…yea…go on…” I unkindly spoke. Tina was being driven into acting like me again. She’d felt a protective feeling over me, when the boy announced himself, as though he owned the girl. This wasn’t a girl, this was her elder sister, for her sake.

 

Tina was bursting to tell me about the company, though maybe it would be unwise to rub it in. Best not let on she was having fun, while I suffered a week of high college. We went through the usual routine of setting the table, eating dinner, completing chores, homework and going our own way in the house. The time was getting on, as Tina pored over ideas for a campaign, everyone at the office had a chance to contribute and Tina was determined to make an impact. Around seven Yash came back from office, Tina opened the door.

 

“I hear you’ve got a date tonight…” Yash said entering master bedroom, I looked at Tina.

 

“Don’t worry…she explained it all…she is right…you need to date this kid…then dump him in a few weeks…or if you’re thinking of taking him to bed…I don’t have a problem…you know I’ll always love you…” Yash said.

 

“What our man is trying to say is…having a boyfriend will keep the other boys off your back… but I’ve a problem with you sleeping with a teenage boy…it should be me instead of you dating young teenage guys…” Tina said and we all laughed.

 

“How was your day honey?” I asked Yash.

 

“Good…tomorrow morning I’ve to leave for Toronto…will be back in two days…have to wake up early…so need to take a nice sleep…” Yash replied and kissed me on the cheeks.

 

“Paul would be coming…I should take a shower…Tina can you choose some clothes for me…” I said and went for the bathroom. Tina went to her room, took some of her clothes from her wardrobe and kept it on my bed. She went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. At eight the door bell rang and I answered the door.

 

“Hi Paul…” I said, he couldn’t speak; he just stood open mouthed, finally he realises he was gawping at me.

 

“Wow! You look Fab!” Paul mumbled. I wore my hair up in clips and as usual heavy makeup. The white blouse was open down to my navel, not that I’d any buttons to do up, Tina had cut them all off. Paul eyes darted to the two soft round breasts that hung between the four inches gap of my blouse, which was tied in a knot just above my navel. Luckily the blouse was quite thick, well thick enough so the darkness of my nipples didn’t show through. I turned to let him in feeling my braless tits wobble. Now he would be looking at my ass in the tight cut-off jeans. It was so short that the lower part of my ass cheeks was visible. I wore black knee length boots with a five inches heel, with zips up the inside so the bootleg clung tight to my legs.

 

“Hello Paul…Come in…” Tina said.

 

“Hi…Mrs. Sharma…I’m here to take Tina out…these are for you…” Paul said, presenting her with some flowers. Tina wondered where he’d stolen them from, but smiled and thanked him.

 

“I’ll put them in a vase if you like…” he said.

 

“If you can find one…please do…I’ll fix you a drink…a beer alright” Tina asked, marching towards the kitchen.

 

“Thanks…Mrs. Sharma…that would be good…” Paul replied.

 

“Your mother is nice…did she help you with your hair?” Paul asked.

 

“Why…you don’t like it…” I said.

 

“It looks lovely…I love it…pig tails make you look cute…and I love cute…I could lick you all over your so cute…” he said and poked his tongue out at me.

 

“Kiss me…I need to be hugged…and kissed…” I announced. While returning Tina noticed the flowers set in a vase and smiled. A nice touch she thought but quite useless. She was having a beer and a cocktail for me. It looked and tasted like a soft drink, she halted in the doorway watching us neck. Tina suppressed a hearty laugh, without spilling a drop; taking a few steps back, she coughed, waited and entered the room with a big smile. I looked embarrassed, she handed over a beer and a stiff cocktail. I chocked, too much vodka. I and Tina eyed each other, and a challenge passed between us, the cocktail would be drunk and I would show she was an adult, capable of making my own decisions.

 

Tina smiled, thinking the vodka would relax me for an interesting evening. The drinks and small talk were finished and we decided to leave. I smiled at my younger sister and linked my arm around Paul, making it a challenge. Paul snaked his arm around my waist, I smiled at Tina attempting to provoke her.

 

“You look great together…” Tina told us.

 

“Thanks…Mrs. Sharma…” Paul smiled; Tina could see I was going to have a remarkable evening. The guy was strong and I would have trouble fighting him off. As an afterthought, she’d to add petrol to the fire.

 

“Now you listen young man…keep your hands to yourself…” Tina said.

 

“Di…” I hissed in frustration.

 

“And you…just remember what happened the last time…you were caught with your blouse round your waist…I’ve slipped a couple of condoms into your purse…” Pretending to be discreet, Tina said.

 

“Di…” I hissed in protest. God she was really over doing the elder sister bit!

 

“Just keep safe…that’s all…” Tina said, on closing the door; she found the image of our two astonished faces so funny; she doubled up with laughter. Sinking into the leather passenger seat, I sank deeper into the teen persona.

 

“So…you’ve brought condoms with you…” Paul teased.

 

“Shit…that was my elder sister’s idea of a joke…she likes to embarrass me…” I explained.  

 

“I know…she’s really embarrassed you….” Paul said and laughed.

 

“Where are we going?” I asked.

 

“To the pictures…” Paul replied.

 

“What’s on?” I asked.

 

“No idea…we’re going to sit on the back seat…and kiss…” Paul smirked and was pleased to see me smile back. As soon as we left, Tina drove to a late-night mall, there was a lot to do before I returned home.

 

 

*****End of Chapter-18*****