Stacey was the Assistant headmistress at the college in which I was a student. She herself was gorgeous. Her hair was dyed blonde and usually tied back in a ponytail. Her skin glowed with a warming tan whilst her busty frame was always contained in a blouse which showed off her cleavage. Her toned legs were also of note, usually made to look even sexier with a pair of tights and a short skirt, accompanied by a pair of black high heels.
As for our relationship, officially we were nothing more than teacher and student. However in our occasional spare time we did have the habit of meeting up in secret and flirting quite a bit. I had even walked her home from the Christmas party and received a drunken kiss before I tucked her into bed. It was probably fair to say the feelings and the potential was there for something to happen in that respect, although with us being in the same college, it was better if no one knew.
It was the final Friday of term and I was a little surprised to be called to the woman in question’s office. As I was allowed to enter after knocking I smiled to myself a little as I eyed her up in her outfit. A tight fitting, grey blouse covered her top half yet exposed a large amount of cleavage at the same time. A short black leather styled skirt covered her ass and finished around her mid thighs whilst a pair of tights and a pair of black high heel shoes completed her look. Fridays were usually her non-class day, where she would sit in her office and do her marking not usually wanting to be disturbed unless absolutely necessary or without prior warning.
As I sat down and exchanged pleasantries, it was clear this wasn’t a meeting of an official nature.
“Free this weekend?”
“Um yeah, I think so why?”
“What would you say if a certain teacher in this school wished to spend the weekend with you?”
“I’d gladly accept the invitation.” I replied, knowing roughly where this was heading already.
“I want to experience something new, with you. Book us a hotel, from tonight to Sunday night. I don’t care where. How does that sound?” she smiled as she stood up, pulled her skirt down slightly and leaned on the desk in front of me.
“I’d love to, that sounds amazing. I will get onto it straight away although can I ask what you mean by experiencing something new?”
“Ah yes, the catch I guess. After witnessing a recent movie, I can’t help fantasising about a life of bondage and sex. You know the movie I’m on about?”
“I’ve only seen the trailer, but I think I know what you are asking of me…you want me to tie you up and treat you like a slut like the movie all weekend to see how you feel about it right? It’s struck something inside you hasn’t it.” I smiled teasingly as she leaned back a little in front of me.
“Okay you got me. You’re the perfect guy to trust with such responsibility. If you could make this happen…well nothing would be off limits.” She winked, before leaning over me, whispering sensually in my ear in between kisses on the lips. “Isn’t this…the type of opportunity…you’ve always wanted with me?”