Mrs Williams - Sex Stories

Mrs Williams

... like, which boys in the school fancied her, which teachers disliked her quiet deminer and so on. A couple of weeks passed like this but I soon got my opportunity, it started with a phone call. Her mother had phoned me, my heart was racing thinking that I had been caught out paying Rosa to much attention but it actually turned out to be about her pussy. Pussy cat to be exact. Poor scruffles had been tragically run over on the weekend and her mother would like me to try talk to Rosa about it and spend a little more time with her to make sure everything was al-right as she knew I cared a lot about all my students.. It was during my mathematics class with Rosa, I watched the class after the work was set on the board, poor Rosa hadn’t raised a hand once so far to answer a question and during morning register her call out to me was a half sob half 'here'. Her dark chocolate hair hung down the front of her face during the class work time and over her book which when I went around each desk to do my rounds turned out to be a personal note book with a steadily growing damp patch on the page coming out passed the hide-away line of her hair. None of the others in the class seemed to notice probably because of her frequent rejecting of boys and few and far between girl friends. When I dismissed the class for break she was lagging behind considerably and as the last student left and shut the door she was supposed to be coming up to my desk to be handing work in but walked passed the front ...

... of it to go to the door. 'Rosa..' I said softly, my voice seemed to carry a weight to it in an empty classroom but I was surprised I didn’t spit my heart out accidentally, as it was in my throat and pounding a thousand beats a second in response to my nerves at the starting of my seduction of Rosa. She stopped and shuffled around to face me with her head hung low she mumbled: 'yes miss?' 'You didn’t do any work this lesson did you Rosa?' I made sure not to try scare her and kept my voice as soft as possible trying not to have it break under nerves. She shook her head. 'come here Rosa and talk to me about it'. She shuffled close to me and I could see tears falling and splashing on the cheap blue carpet floor. I shakily got up and indicated for her to sit on my chair of which she shuffled and flopped into with her skirt riding up on her bare legs to a point of mid thigh. Poor girl didn’t even bother trying to fix it. I took a knee in front of her in my tight secretary style black trousers and white blouse, she probably had a great view of my cleavage where she was.. 'why didn’t you do any work Rosa?' I carefully placed my hands on either side of her knees, more for stability then to be close to her, my hands were shaking madly. 'just didn’t feel like it..' she mumbled. 'Is that because of Scruffles?' I was going to throw a basket of eggs into the air and try catch them all with where I was going with Rosa. She nodded her head. I let out a sigh and gave my motherly touch. 'come ...