The Disillusioned Housewife

Chapter 3.

The glistening sapphire eyes which met her own were so blue Carly could easily have let herself drown in them; she shook her head to regain her composure as the man held out a strong hand to help her up. “I’m so sorry about that miss…” Carly managed to find her voice and stuttered “Baxter…Carly Baxter, I’m the TA for this class”. Carly couldn’t help but notice the sun kissed olive glow of the man’s skin as she took his hand and stood rather ungracefully taking a step back, he was truly something that only Michaelangelo could have sculpted.

 “Well miss Baxter, I’m Dale Carter, I’m the new history teacher”, the sultry velvet tones of his voice hit Carly right in the vagina and she had to slap down her rising libido as she felt twenty pairs of eyes on them from the students already in the room. She couldn’t help but feel a little bereft as the man’s strong hand left her own and he paced towards the front of the classroom, as he walked away she took a sneaky peak to see if his ass was as perfectly sculpted as the rest of him and she was pleased to see that it was, perfectly framed in a pair of skin tight Armani suit pants with a baby blue pinstripe to match his eyes.

As Mr Carter began teaching his lesson Carly found it difficult to focus, surely someone that hot should be a model or something not stuck in a stuffy classroom with a bunch of delinquents she thought to herself. Looking around the room she saw several pairs of female eyes watching the man with equal interest, Evie Goldstein in the front row was practically panting as she frantically scribbled notes like she never had before, normally she would be leaning back in her chair absently chewing gum and counting the seconds until lunch or sneakily going on snapchat under her desk.

Mr Carter set the students off on their assignments and moved towards where Carly was standing at the back of the classroom, “if you have any free time at lunch today Carly perhaps you could give me the low down on the background of some of the students, it would help if I knew a little bit more about their abilities while I’m teaching?” he said  perching himself on the edge of the nearest desk. He folded his arms across his chest and Carly couldn’t help but notice how his strong biceps bulged slightly in his shirt, she wondered absently what those arms would look like when not constricted by that garment. For reasons Carly couldn’t understand she suddenly felt nervous as she hastily replied “sure, sounds good” before quickly retreating towards the raised hand of one of the pupils.

What was that about she pondered, I’m acting like a fucking teenager, he only asked me to have lunch with him in a professional capacity, nothing more. As the bell went signalling the end of class Carly gathered her belongings and made for the door, before she could reach it she felt a hand on her shoulder and a voice purred low in her ear “don’t forget our lunch date miss Baxter.” Carly felt a tingle of electricity shoot down her spine at his touch and as she spun round she found herself millimetres from the broad chest of Mr Carter, the overwhelming scent of his aftershave hitting her like a big yellow school bus, and she was hard pressed not to nuzzle into him. She felt a throbbing sensation in her clit and was surprised by the wetness her cotton panties seemed to have acquired. “Yeah, I won’t” she replied, blushing with embarrassment at her unexpected arousal before practically running down the hall to her next class.