Parents Evening - Sex Stories

Parents Evening

A few years ago, I was working in this private international school in Greece for about four years and I was very happy there. I was on a decent wage, I had made some good friends and I was popular amongst kids, parents and my colleagues. What was pretty obvious was that I was the only male teacher in the school and that potentially led to a different type of popularity. Nevertheless, it could be something to embrace. I should emphasise that I am married and, although I have always had a wandering eye, I had never strayed away. I am not overweight or phenomenally muscular but I am decent looking and have never had issues speaking to women. Unlike a lot of men, my insecurities are never masked under an alpha male facade, so flirting comes easily and I have always managed to feel comfortable in female company. To say that the some of the mothers in the school were stunning would be an understatement. They spent a lot of time (possibly too much) taking care themselves; fixing their makeup and waltzing in and out of the premises in their designer gear before getting into their Mercedes, BMWs or Audis. Greek women often have a conceited attitude but as a guy you still would not say no to them. One particular child in my class had a mother and she was gorgeous in so many ways. She was probably in her early forties and she had this lovely silky blond hair draping over a figure that most models would die for. When she turned around you could see these enticing sexy brown eyes that ...

... lit up a face that, unlike many, had not been pumped full of Botox and smothered in foundation or other unnecessary crap. On the contrary, her face was beautifully proportioned and her makeup was applied sensibly. She clearly knew that she was beautiful, much to the dismay of many other mothers who no doubt had husbands whose heads would turn whenever she walked past. In addition to this, she was intelligent and did not display the level of arrogance that so many parents displayed. Occasionally, I would see her around the school when she was picking her children up and she would always say hello to me and ask how I was and vice versa. Sometimes the conversation would be about our plans for the holidays or my next trip back home. She would always dress conservatively in a slick trouser suit or a blouse with a pencil skirt which was complemented perfectly by sheer nylons with sexy heels or black leather knee boots. It was the day before half term and the day that most teachers dread; parents evening! Occasionally, you might get the odd irate parent but most of the time they leave satisfied with the feedback that you give them. Some stay five minutes whilst some stay for what seems like five hours. On this particular occasion, the parents left very happy and it was nice to hear positive things about what they and their children thought of me. Most of us in teaching want to be loved so when you hear that you are appreciated it makes you want to work and do beyond your best for ...