Further Adventures With Older Ladies
Copyright© 2022 by Zak
Chapter 40
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 40 - These are my further adventures with older ladies ( and some not so old). I recommend you read my adventures with old ladies before you read this story.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual True Story School Incest Sister Aunt Orgy Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Analingus First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Teacher/Student Revenge Violence
I sat on the curb and massaged my ankle. The pain had subsided a little bit, but it was starting to swell.
I had been there for ten minutes before a car pulled up. The window was rolled down, and Mrs Marks put her head out.
“Zak, is everything okay?” she asked.
“No, not really, miss, I think I have sprained my ankle!” I replied.
“That’s not good, let me park up!” she smiled.
She drove down the road until she found a parking spot, and then she got out of the car and walked back to me. She looked stunning,
“Can you stand up?” she asked.
“I am not sure, let me try!” I said and shuffled around until I was on all fours and then levered myself up onto my feet.
“Well, that’s a start!” Mrs Marks smiled, “Now let’s see if you can walk!”
I put my bad foot first. As soon as I put weight on it, the pain hit me hard.
“Fuck ... Sorry, Mrs Marks!” I grimaced.
“No worries, right, please take my arm and let’s get you to my car!” She moved closer, so close I could smell her perfume. I put my arm around her shoulders, and we hobbled back to her car. I dropped into the passenger seat, and she shut the door. She got in the driver’s seat and smiled at me.
“Right, we need to get some ice around that ankle!” she said and fired up the engine.
I was expecting her to ask me for directions to my house, but she didn’t; she drove down the road and then turned right onto a tree-lined road. After another few miles, she turned right again, and almost immediately, she turned into the driveway of a rather nice house. She manoeuvred the car so that the passenger door faces the front door. Then she got out, opened the front door, and came back to help me into the house.
She led me into the living room and sat me in an armchair.
“Right, let’s get you some ice!” she smiled. She walked out of the room, and I could not help myself; I scoped out her cute bum as she left. I looked around the room. She had good taste. There was a massive TV in one corner, a hi-fi in the other, and a stack of LPs stood next to the record deck.
Everything looked posh...
She came back ten minutes later with a bucket. She knelt in front of me. I got a glimpse of a very impressive cleavage. My dick twitched.
“Right, let’s get this trainer off you!” she said before unlacing my shoe and gently tugging it off. Then she took my sock off, and I put my foot in the bucket. It was full of ice and water. I gasped as the cold hit me.
“Thank you, Mrs Marks,” I said as I got used to the cold.
“Please call me Sally!” she said as she stood up.
“Thank you, Sally!” I smiled.
“Right, do you fancy a tea or coffee or a cold drink?” she asked.
“A cup of tea would be nice!” I replied.
“Milk and Sugar?” she asked.
“Just milk, please!” I replied
“Right tea with milk only coming up”, she said and left the room.
I heard the tap running, then her going upstairs. She came back into the room a quarter of an hour later with a tea tray. She had changed out of her ‘school’ clothes into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with the name of an old school band on it.
“How is the foot feeling?” she asked as she placed a small table next to me, added a coaster and put my tea down.
“It’s feeling better!” I said, “I am just worried about my Navy training camp.”
“I am sure they would allow you to defer it under the circumstances!” she smiled.
I looked up at her. She looked very, very cute. The t-shirt was tight and showed off her big boobs. They were not huge, but she was a relatively slim lady, so they looked huge on her.
I felt my cock stirring. I tried to think of anything to avoid embarrassing myself. I picked up my tea and drank some.
“So, you are off to join the Royal Navy then?” Sally said, “Laura Elliot told me you were keen to sign up!”
“You spoke to Laura about me?” I asked and started to get worried.
“Oh yes, I spoke to Laura about you!” she said with a coy smile.
“and...”I started to say, but she held her hand up and stopped me in my tracks.
“She told me about your list!” she giggled, “and I am flattered to be in your top five!”
“It was only a bit of fun,” I said, worried she might be offended.
“Hey, it’s okay, some of us teachers have the same sort of list!” she told me.
“Wow, I never thought about you having a list!” I said, then sipped my tea.
“Well, we were in the pub last Friday, and a certain gym teacher and her partner mentioned your girlfriend!” Sally smiled.
“My girlfriend?” I asked, acting coy
“Yes, I take it you and Siobhan are an item these days?” Sally said with a cheeky wink.
“I guess we are...” I said and sipped some more of my tea.
Wow, so Miss Brown and Miss Emery had the hots for Siobhan.
“And you came up on the lists of at least two of the ladies present and one of the guys!” she told me with a cute wink.
I was not sure I liked a male teacher perving over me, and I was not stupid enough to ask which one it was. I would have wanted to know which ladies had me on their lists. I was about to ask when Sally smiled. She must have read my mind.
“I was one of them, and the other was Miss Carsons.” She said with a smile.
“Wow, I am surprised!” I said.
“I went for coffee with Laura Elliot a few Sundays ago, you had just left her!” Sally said,” And she told me about you and her!”
“Me and Her?” I asked. I was shocked about her telling Mrs Marks, but then I remembered she asked me if I wanted her to put in a good word for me. At the time, I hadn’t answered.
“Yes. Don’t be coy, you and her, she said you were a great lover, very giving and very enthusiastic!” Sally smiled.
“That was nice of her. I try my best, I still have a lot to learn!” I replied. The idea of having a bit of fun with Sally Marks was very tempting.
“Well, that’s as may be, but I have to tell you that having a relationship with a pupil would end up with me losing my job and never getting another teaching job again, so it’s not going to happen!” she said,” I worked hard to get my teaching qualifications, and I love my job!”
I could see where she was coming from. At the same time, the idea of slipping her knickers off was tugging at my brain.
“I wouldn’t want to get you into any trouble!” I said earnestly.
“I know you wouldn’t, you seem a really nice lad, and Laura said as a lover, you are amazing, plus you can be trusted!” she said, licking her lips.
Was she changing her mind, I wondered?
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I said nothing.
“Plus, Laura said you had a great dick and a very active tongue!” she said, and I wondered if her will was breaking. “And I have not been with a man since my divorce!”
The way she said she had not been with a man made me wonder if she had been another one of Laura’s special friends, like Mary Brown had been.
“So, you leave school on Friday!” she smiled.
“Yes, I do...” I replied.
“So you are not legally a student on Saturday afternoon!” she said, and her smile lit up the room.
“No ... no I am not!” I said, returning her smile.
“Fancy another cup of tea?” she asked, standing up.
“Yes, please!” I said, and my own smile seemed as wide as my face. She put more ice in the bucket as the kettle boiled.
So we drank another cup of tea and chatted about school: the characters, the dick heads, and such stuff. After an hour or so, Sally got a towel.
“Right, let’s see how that ankle looks?” she smiled. She knelt in front of me, and I got a nice glimpse of her big boobies as she looked at my foot.
I lifted it out of the water. There was not as much pain as there had been.
“Well, there is some bruising but no swelling, I think we got in ice water just in time!” she smiled.
She dried my foot off and helped me put my shoe back on.
“Right, let’s get you on your feet, young man!” she said, holding her hands out. I took her hands and stood up. I gingerly put some weight on my ankle.
“How does it feel?” Sally asked.
“It’s not too bad!” I said and rocked it from side to side.
“Right, well, let’s get you home!” she smiled.
“It’s okay, I can walk!” I told her, knowing that it would be a struggle.
“Don’t be daft!” she smiled. She grabbed her handbag, then took my arm and helped me hobble out to the car. She drove me right to my door. I managed to get out of the car and hobbled to the door before waving at Mrs Marks to show her I was okay.
I got into the house and sat in the kitchen with a bag of frozen peas strapped to my foot.
My mother came home with fish and chips. She took one look at my foot before shaking her head.
“How did you do that?” she asked. So I told her about the pot hole. I didn’t mention Sally Marks rescuing me.
“We will have to see how it feels tomorrow, and if you can’t run on it, we need to contact the Royal Navy and see if they will postpone your training camp. “She said as she plated up the food.
“It should be okay, it’s not feeling as swollen as it was!” I said.
We ate in the kitchen and then watched television until bedtime. The ankle felt a little bit twingy as I walked up to bed, but it was feeling much better than it had been.
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