Chapter 4: Driving Home on Friday After School

Friday night came quickly. I love teaching and whereas in the past I use to count the days, hours and minutes until the end of the week, now I actually feel a little disappointed when the bell rings after the final period of the week. This week, however, I wasn’t as disappointed as usual because I knew later that night I would be seeing Randy again after all these years! All week I’d thought of him on and off. More than a few times in class I could barely keep my hands from reaching under my dress. Of course I never actually DID anything. Even though most of my students were only ten to twelve years old, they still would’ve known something was up if their teaching started moaning with her hand in her crotch!

The traffic on Fridays was always the worse and what was typically at most a twenty minute drive was usually thirty or more on Fridays. It was all small streets so there were lots of stops signs and street lights. It was hard to concentrate on my driving when all I would think about was Randy and how he would be fucking me this evening. Yes, I’d already decided he was going to fuck me, whether he knew it yet or not! Somehow I didn’t think he would mind.

At school, as a teacher I am required to wear long dresses and skirts which come well below the knee (they preferred to the ankle but I usually went with half- way to the knee). Sitting in my car waiting for yet another of a seeming endless stream of red lights, my pussy was literally aching as I thought about how good Randy’s dick would taste. Did he still get so incredibly hard? Could it still go from flaccid to fully erect in less than minute or was that just my memory being overly imaginative? My hand left the steering wheel and I pressed through my skirt between my legs. A surge went through me like an electric shock as I nailed my already sensitive clit.

As horny as I was, I really didn’t want to get my skirt messed up so I grabbed the material and inched it up over my knees and up to my waist. Unfortunately I had on nylon stockings but at least no pantyhose, just some plain cotton panties which were intended to be more comfortable than sexy. My philosophy was that if I was going to be forced to wear them to school, I may as well be comfortable. After all, it wasn’t like anyone would be seeing them anyway. Most of the other teachers were twice my age and since I’d taken care of my issues with the administrator, there wasn’t anyone interested in what was under my dress in the first place other than maybe a precocious sixth grader and I wasn’t interested in THAT sort of attention!.

My foot was planted on the brake as I reached under and pulled my panties aside. Damn I was already so wet! I could actually smell the odor of my horny crotch as I started to lightly play with myself. The light turned green and for a, moment I just let my hand rest against my crotch as I steered my way around traffic until the next stop light forced me to come to a stop once again.

Normally I would have been mumbling under my breath about the intelligence - or lack of, of the traffic engineers that times the lights but today I almost welcomed the pause as it allowed me to focus on myself for a few moments.

Looking to the side of me, I saw a guy in a suit tapping his steering wheel with his fingers, obviously anxious to get home or to wherever he was going, He turned to me and smiled when he saw me looking at him. I wondered what he would say if he knew at that very moment the girl he was smiling at was masturbating in her car as she waited for the light alongside of him! The thought made me even hornier and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as my clit reacted to the increasingly faster motions of my fingers. The light turned and his lane moved faster so he was quickly out of site as once again I tried to focus on my driving.