School Days ( I didn't write this ) - Sex Stories

School Days ( I didn't write this )

... grounds and thanked her for the kind offer, Chris was lost in a flood of senses. He let his head rest against her wondrous breast and let the smell of her heavenly fragrance fill him. The Thanksgiving holidays were now upon them and this presented something of a problem. While most all the other students were from the region, Chris' f****y lived almost 1000 miles distant. Although this was unusual, Chris' father was an alumni and hence the selection of St. Mark's for the boy's education. While his f****y wasn't poor, flying home for Thanksgiving and then again in a few weeks for Christmas, was more than they could afford. It was presumed Chris could remain on campus, and while that was possible, it would cause the staff inconvenience in that repairs to the dormitory had been planned while the students were away. A solution was quickly found. The subject came up on Sunday as Mary was chatting with Father Tom after Mass at the local parish where he assisted. Mary offered to open her home to the boy for the long weekend and the priest agreed subsequent to approval from Chris and his parents. Of course, after a week of dreams filled with visions of the older woman's breasts and the heady aroma of her perfume still in his mind, Chris' answer was quaranteed. His mom & dad also thought it an excellent idea after a recommendation from Father Tom. Wednesday, after the other boys had already been picked up by their parents or taken to the bus depot, Chris anxiously awaited his ...

... ride. His small suitcase was packed and ready to go. Just as he realized he was the last still waiting, Mary pulled up in the driveway. He sat his suitcase behind the car near the truck as Mary came around the car and motioned him to her. She lovingly wrapped him in her arms and gave him a kiss on the forehead, explaining how pleased she was to have him for the holiday. As she enveloped him in a warm hugg and drew his head against her bosom, Chris once again seemed lost in her warmth. She opened the passenger door and the boy, almost in a trance, took his seat beside her and off they drove. (Did you notice that? Where's the suitcase?) As they pulled in the circular drive to Mary's house, Chris looked out in awe. Obviously Mary was wealthy, the house appeared almost a mansion and the grounds leading up to it were nearly as large as the entire campus. To his surprise, they were greeted as they pulled up by a tall young woman dressed in a maid's uniform. Mary introduced the woman as Carolyn, her personal assistant and maid. The boy, his eyes glued to the woman in her short black satin dress and dark stockings and heels, blushed as Carolyn curtseyed and taking the lad by the hand, led him into the house. Dinner was about to be served, and after being shown the powder room where he could wash up, Carolyn ushered the boy into the formal dining room and seated him next to Mary at the large table. The table seemed almost too empty, but then Chris remembered that Mary had been recently ...