Chapter 6

As the third month began, Peter couldn’t help but marvel at the changes in his life. From a young and inexperienced man upon arriving in St. Mary’s, he had transformed into a confident and skilled lover who could easily compartmentalize his personal relationships from his teaching experience. His time here had taught him new ways to please a woman, and he was taken aback by just how open and adventurous these seemingly innocent girls were.

Today, he was flying to Barcelona for the long weekend, seeking some much-needed rest and relaxation. Being the low season, he managed to book two nights at a beautiful beachfront hotel for a reasonable price. The constant rotation of spending each night with a different student had taken a toll on his physical stamina, and he knew he needed to pace himself. Unlike his initial encounters with his assigned roommates, where hours were spent making love, now he had developed a routine - pleasing her for 30-40 minutes, give her one or two orgasms, and then fall asleep. Sometimes, he didn’t even reach climax himself, but it didn’t bother him. There was always the next night, or sometimes even the morning after.

After a three-hour flight from Birmingham, Peter arrived at the hotel just in time for lunch. He indulged in delicious tapas before venturing out to the beach. Even though it wasn’t peak season, there were still many people enjoying the sun and sand. He knew what to expect from European beaches, but as an American, it was still shocking to see so many women topless without any reaction from the men around them. Trying not to stare too obviously, he laid down his towel and prepared to relax when suddenly he heard a familiar voice calling out.

“Mr. Robinson!”

It couldn’t be. Mrs. Duran was known for her uncanny ability to be everywhere at the same time at school, but this was ridiculous. As he turned around, he received a second shock that was exponentially bigger than the first. Mrs. Robinson stood before him, the sun creating a halo effect around her loose hair. But that wasn’t what caused his shock. Mrs. Duran was only wearing a thong and her ample bosom was on full display - just like so many other women on this beach.

The sound of his voice was hoarse as he struggled to speak. “Mrs. Duran,” he managed to croak out. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked upon the stern principal, her usual tight-lipped expression replaced with a wide smile that seemed genuinely happy.

“What a surprise to see you here.”

“A surprise indeed,” she replied with a wide smile, one that seemed genuine and not her usual tight-lipped expression. The corners of her mouth lifted up in a playful smirk, as if she was daring him to believe that this was the same strict principal he was used to. “I did mention that I sometimes let my hair down.”

Peter couldn’t help but admire the beautiful sight before him. The woman who normally exuded authority and control had transformed into a blonde goddess right before his eyes. Her long hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her revealing outfit left little to the imagination.

“What ... what are you doing here?” he asked, unable to tear his gaze away from her.

“The same thing you are doing, I presume,” she answered with a knowing smirk. “Relieving some stress before heading back to our roles as teacher and principal.”

Peter’s hands involuntarily clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. He hadn’t even realized how tense he was until now.

Mrs. Duran noticed and raised an eyebrow curiously. “Why so tense, Mr. Robinson?”

“Well,” he stammered, feeling flustered under her intense gaze. “I mean, you’re my principal, and ... and...”

“And I’m almost naked?” She finished his sentence, gesturing to her breasts. “Come on, Mr. Robinson. After all this time, I would think you’d be used to seeing naked women.”

“Yes, but...” Peter’s words trailed off as he tried to find an appropriate response.

“But I’m the stern, always vigilant Mrs. Duran, the principal?” she offered with a knowing smile.

Peter could only nod in agreement, feeling defeated by her confident demeanor.

She then looked pointedly at his groin, where a noticeable bulge was forming in his swimming trunks. “Mr. Robinson,” she exclaimed in mock shock. “Don’t tell me you’re getting aroused by this old body.”

Peter’s face flushed red with embarrassment as he looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

“Do you mind if I sit next to you?” she asked.

Peter nodded, and Mrs. Duran sat on his towel. Emma’s hip pressed against his, the warmth of her body seeping through the thin fabric of their swimsuits. He could feel her gentle touch on his arm as she spoke, sending shivers down his spine.

“Mrs. Duran...” he started.

“Emma,” she corrected. We’re not at school right now. Hell, we’re not in England!” Her laugh was musical, another fact that surprised Peter.

“Alright ... Emma.” Peter concluded, and waited for her to resume talking. He couldn’t help but steal glances at her naked breasts throughout their conversation.

“Did you know that I’m a St. Mary’s alumna?”

“No,” Peter admitted. “Actually, I know nothing about you except that you’re the principal.”

As she spoke, Emma’s lips curved into a wistful smile and her eyes glistened with a hint of sadness.

“When I was 18 I fell in love with an older man. He was 36 and a friend of my father, and the type of guy you see in the movies, he looked like George Clooney. Despite all my efforts to seduce him, our relationship remained strictly platonic, out of respect for my father. But I was determined to marry him, so he made me a proposal. He would be my sponsor, pay for my education and, if after St. Mary’s I still wanted him, we we would tie the knot.” As she spoke, her tear-filled gaze drifted towards the endless expanse of ocean where the sky met the sea. “For a time, we were blissfully happy - until cancer took him away from me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Peter said, his heart aching for Emma as she shared her past struggles with him.

“It’s ok, I still miss him, but it was a long time ago,” she replied, her voice filled with sadness and longing.

“Mrs ... Emma, why are you telling me these things?” Peter asked curiously, not sure where this conversation was leading.

Emma looked at him, her gaze intense and full of unspoken desires. “Being St. Mary’s principal is not an easy job,” she began, her voice low and laden with suppressed emotions. “Not only because of the demands of the position, but because I’m like the captain of a ship. I have to be aloof and above everybody else, or else discipline would crumble.”

Peter nodded in understanding, suddenly realizing the weight of responsibility that Emma carried every day.

“But can you see it?” Emma continued, her voice trembling slightly. “I spend my day surrounded by people in the prime of their sexual attractiveness, knowing that every night somebody is being drilled by a hard cock, and I can’t partake of it.”

The raw honesty in her words sent shivers down Peter’s spine and he couldn’t help but imagine the temptation and frustration that must constantly gnaw at Emma.

“So, I have a proposal for you,” she said softly, her eyes locking onto his. “If you’re interested.”

Peter’s heart raced as he waited for her to continue.

“A proposal?” he finally managed to ask.

“You see, I come here several times a year,” Emma explained, her voice taking on a husky tone. “I find a Spanish hunk and spend the whole weekend having sex with him. After that, I’m good to go until the next time.” She paused and reached out to touch his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. “But this time, I want something different. I want to experience the ‘Robinson treatment’.”

Peter’s mind reeled at her words, his body responding instantly to the images flashing through his mind.

“The what?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“The girls talk, you know,” Emma said, her voice filled with desire. “They love the way you make love with them, all the different ways you satisfy them.”

Peter could feel his face heating up, the idea of being desired by Mrs. Duran was both thrilling and terrifying.

“Well, I...” he stumbled over his words, not sure how to respond.

“It would be only here,” she reassured him, her hand now tracing down to his trunks where she could feel his hardened length. “After this weekend, we will go back to being Mrs. Duran and Mr. Robinson. What do you think?”

The invitation hung between them like a tantalizing promise, and Peter’s mind raced with conflicting thoughts and desires. Could he really have a passionate affair with the principal of the school? And what would happen after the weekend was over?

But in that moment, as Emma’s fingers continued to tease and explore his body, Peter didn’t care about tomorrow or the consequences. He only knew that he wanted to give Emma everything she desired and more. With a trembling voice, he replied, “I think it sounds like an incredible opportunity.”

Emma smiled, leaned on him and kissed his lips. “Your room or mine?” she asked.

“Mine,” he said. “We can use your bed in the morning.”

Peter Robinson, who until now had been the teacher, was now rendered speechless as he became the student under Emma’s skilled hands. She took control of his body with an expertise that left him trembling and gasping for air. Her mouth devoured him in ways he never thought possible, her tongue tracing every inch of his skin and even daring to explore the depths of his most intimate areas.

Emma’s hands and mouth were like fire, leaving no part of Peter’s body untouched. She devoured him with a feverish hunger, her lips and tongue exploring every inch of his flesh until he was writhing with pleasure. And when she turned her attention to his testicles and anus, Peter felt an electrifying jolt shoot through his body. Her passion was contagious, igniting a wildfire within him.

In a haze of ecstasy, Peter reciprocated, braving the unknown territory of Emma’s anus with eager determination. The taste was unfamiliar at first, but soon he found himself consumed by it, his mouth sucking and nibbling on her wrinkled hole as if it were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

Their coupling continued in a frenzy, their grunts and cries drowning out any need for words. It was primal, raw, and wordless communication that spoke volumes more than any conversation ever could.

Amidst this intense physical connection, they barely left their secluded spot on the beach, only breaking to eat and sleep before returning to each other’s embrace. And before they knew it, their time together was over, with both of them standing at the airport in a daze of desire and longing for more.

As they stood waiting to board, Peter and Emma’s hands were intertwined, a lifeline in the midst of their bittersweet parting. Emma’s voice was tinged with a mix of emotions - sadness, excitement, and longing - as she released his hand and spoke softly to Peter. “In just a few short hours, we will be back at St. Mary’s,” she said, her eyes meeting his with intensity.