Community Involvement Ch. 10 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 10

... large windows along the far side wall that overlooked a well tended rose garden. Her desk was at the far end of the room where the windows finished, and like my previous visit, her head was studiously bent over some papers as she talked brusquely into the phone. With a wave of her slender hand, she beckoned for me to enter. Last time the floor along the left hand wall of her office was awash with a variety of instruments, from guitars and violins to woodwinds and brass, together with numerous pieces of sheet music, but this time it was completely devoid of any clutter; I assumed it was due to the pending school holidays. “Can you hold the line for just a moment, please?” She asked the person on the other end of the line and quickly covered the mouth piece. “Oh Ray,” she sighed, “Am I glad to see you. This might take a while, sorry. I have been trying to speak with this guy for the last week but I keep missing him. I am trying to negotiate the accommodation through him for Salzburg and I am desperate to get it sorted before I leave today, so please accept my apologies in advance.” “No problem.” I mouthed. Clare smiled appreciatively, her expression one of sheer relief and she extended her hand to me, gesturing that I should take hold of it. I walked to her with a sense of urgency due to her suspended phone conversation and softly took hold of her hand. She gently closed her fingers upon mine and leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. “Thank you, you’re an ...

... angel.” She whispered and returned to her discussion. She gestured for me to be seated and, to my surprise, broke into what I believed to be fluent German. I did not know if it was my not knowing the language or just her tone, but I assumed the discussion was going to plan. I placed my bag on the floor against the modesty board of her desk and waited, all the while drinking in her beautiful features and the extremely pleasant way she filled her clothing. As there were no formal classes happening, Clare was dressed in a much more casual fashion than our first meeting. She had on a Maeve O’Meara inspired dress; it was made of a soft cotton with a psychedelic swirl print of blues and reds on a black and white background that, unusually, buttoned down the front. Clare even filled the dress out formidably like Maeve, maybe even more so, which, together with the snug fitting material, accentuated her curves. The breadth of her shoulders gave increased angle to the taper of her torso down to her tiny waist which filled out to rounded hips; an hour glass figure if ever I had seen one. Her dress was pleasantly unbuttoned to reveal the top of her substantial cleavage and, like our first meeting, the top most button hole was showing some signs of strain as the material stretched across of her eye popping chest. Every now and then Clare would glance my way and smile or mouth apologetically as she continued to try and get her way. As I picked up some of the material I had with me, Clare covered ...