Note: Ok this is my first story so go easy on me. I own nothing but Ivy. If you want to know what she looks like visit my profile for links. Things in italics are thoughts.
Chapter One: The meeting
At the age of 24, Ivy found herself divorced, alone, and teaching 3 year olds at the very upscale St. Charles Head Start. This would not be the idea job for a beauty with model looks: 5"10, tan skin, long chocolate brown hair, killer blue eyes, long sexy legs, plump lips, D cup breast and a round ass, but this is what she wanted to do with her life. Tonight was their parent teacher night which was from 6-9 PM. It was already 8:45 and all her students have showed except Miss Alanna Orton.
Randy Orton jumped out of his Bentley running to grab his daughter from the passenger side. He looked around the parking lot noticing most of the cars were already gone.
"You don't reckon we're late do you kiddo? Randy said smiling as he looked down at his pouting angel.
His wife Samantha left this morning for a "girl's day" and left him with Alanna and specific instructions to be at the conference for at least 6:15. Alanna kept telling him to get ready when the clock hit 4 but he was tired from traveling for two weeks straight and dosed off. When he woke up, there Al was sitting at the edge of the bed giving him a death glare that mirrored his own signature one. He dreaded these types of things, he wasn't really a people person and didn't want to sit and listen to an old bag talk about his daughter.
"I guess they aren't coming," Ivy said aloud as she glanced at the clock. "Sam is usually one of the first moms here." Ivy rose from her desk to go pack up the snacks from the table when she realized she hadn't eaten anything since lunch.
Walking the halls Randy nodded at a group of ladies that were staring at him. He stood out like a sore thumb.
"My class is right around the corner!" Alanna said, just as Randy's phone rang.
"Go ahead, I really have to take this call"
Alanna walked in the room seeing Ms. Ivy's from the side putting cupcakes and strawberries on her plate. She decided she wanted to sneak up on her.
"HI" Al said as she grabbed at Ms. Ivy's exposed thigh.
Ivy jumped and looked down at her very cute yet very late student. She looked around but didn't see Sam.
Maybe she's in the hall talking to the other parents
"Hey Al, how late are you sweetheart?"
"I'm sorry, my mommy is gone and my uh daddy brought me and he wouldn't listen to me when I told him."
"Well that's alright sweetie, come on I'll fix you a plate"
Randy sighed as he put his phone in his pocket. He heard his daughter's laughter and followed the sound. He approached the door and stopped right in his tracks. He only saw the back of her but from that view only he could tell she was the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on.
He slowly stalked over to her, noting the short, tight dress she wore. She is definitely not an "old bag."He started his tour from her feet. She wore Louboutin pumps, he recognized them because he bought Sam a pair for her birthday. They made her long, toned and sexy legs look incredible. Her skin was beautifully tanned. He watched her as she bent down to hand Al the plate. He would love to take her in that position right there. He felt his pants get a little tighter. She stood up straight and he noticed her round plump ass pressing against her dress. He licked his lips and closed his eyes at the dirty thoughts that were filling his head.
Alanna looking up and saying, "Daddy!" was the only thing that pulled him out of his thoughts. He saw the teacher slowly turn to face him. He lost his breath at that instant. She was no doubt the most beautiful woman he laid eyes on.
He saw her stare at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He could barely hold eye contact, she was just that stunning. She had beautiful azure eyes, plumps lips that begged to be sucked on. A cute little nose and bold cheekbones. He could tell she wasn't American from her exotic looks. His eyes traveled down to her D cup breast being held up by a push up bra. He took a deep breath because he knew he was in trouble.
Ivy saw him checking her out. She felt smug almost that this specimen liked the way she looked. When Al said, "Daddy!" Ivy turned around at looked at him. His beautiful blue eyes, tan skin, the chiseled features, plump lips in a smirk. That smirk was to die for. His long tattooed arms in a tight grey shirt showing off his well defined chest. Dark washed jeans that gripped his tights. She took a deep breath because she knew she was in trouble.
Ivy and Randy continued to stare at each other without speaking a word. It was as if Al wasn't standing there eating a cupcake.
Ivy was getting hot, maybe even wet, at this connection that seemed to envelop them both for an instant. She flushed at the look he was giving her. She would have kissed him right then, if it wasn't for the wedding band on his left hand...not to mention he was one of her student's father.
Instead, she looked him boldly up and down, focusing on his crotch much longer and more provocatively than she should have with a married man. She saw his desire and it fueled hers. She wanted him, wanted to rub his hard cock on her pussy.
Randy was flushing too, his face red and a bulge growing in his pants. He liked her stare, and the fact that she saw his erection and kept watching it. It was so promising, like an offer to do more. He wanted her, wanted to put his arms around her naked body, kiss her everywhere.
Al stood there licking her fingers and wondering why after all this time her Dad and Ms. Ivy were looking at each other and not saying anything.
This man is married, Ivy thought. She shook the sinful thoughts out of her head. She reached her hand out, "Hi, I'm Ms. Ivy and you must be Alanna's father"
Randy heard the accent in her voice and nearly came. He took her hand, it was so soft. He wanted to kiss it. You must be Alanna's father though? She must not know who I am but I wouldn't expect a goddess like her to watch men throw each other around.
"Yes I am, and I'm sorry we came so late."
Ivy almost forgot about the time, she glanced at her watch and saw it was almost 9:30. "It's okay, when I saw her run in here I just knew Sam wouldn't have had her here this late."
"Sam wanted me here by 6:15 but I ended up falling asleep." Randy felt very awkward holding a conversation with this woman after the intense stare down. He was still talking to her though, unashamed of the massive and obvious hard-on in his pants, excited that she kept staring at it, staring himself at her erect nipples poking through her dress.
She found she was waving her hips side to side, wiggling back and forth, and savoring the friction of her tight thong panties against her crotch. She wondered how wet her pussy was getting. She desperately wanted him to see her cum, and she wanted to see him cum. She wanted to rush herself into the nearest bathroom, pull up her dress and rub her gushing hot pussy.
"Ah, well come over here and we can get this finished quick"
I would love to CUM over here but baby I wouldn't want to get finished quick. He walked her as she walked toward her desk, her hips swaying. He would love to hold those hips while he pounded into her merciless while she screamed his name over and over in that accent. What the fuck am I doing? This is my daughter's teacher and she calls Sam, "Sam" so they must have some sort of friendship. Get it together Randy, get it together.
She felt his eyes on him as she walked. The walked from the snack table to her desk felt like a mile. She sat down and grabbed Al's folder. "Well Mr. Orton, Alanna is one of my best students. She's well behaved but I had to separate her from her friend Amy, they were little chatter boxes."
It took Randy a minute to respond because he was busy staring at her tits and visualizing his tongue all over them. "Oh yes little Amy, she comes over our house sometimes and they are wild together." He looked down at his daughter and noticed she was leaned to the side in the chair, sleep.
Ivy smiled at the sleeping little girl. "Well I guess this means the conference is over." She wouldn't mind sitting there talking to him forever but the wetness in her panties was making her uncomfortable. She hoped he hadn't noticed the way she was squirming around in her seat.
He found himself feeling kind of sad that it was over but he guessed it was for the best. He picked Al up and gently put her over his shoulder. "It was nice meeting you Ms. Ivy and I have to ask what are you because it's obvious that you're not American?"
"Nice meeting you too Mr. Orton and I'm Brazilian"
His dick leaked. Being Brazilian made her hotter if possible. "Goodnight" was all he said and turned heading for the door. His erection was still hard as a rock.
"One more thing Mr. Orton."
He turned back and looked at her, the desire was still evident in her eyes, "yes?"
"Your promos suck!"
Randy's heart melted, he was in love. He cracked the biggest smile that he had in a while. He didn't even have a response to that. He just nodded and left, smiling all the way to the car.
Ivy got home and into her apartment and ripped off her clothes. One hand flew to her breasts and began savagely twisting and pulling her nipples, while her other hand went straight to her drenched pussy. She was uncontrollably aroused. She hadn't had sex or even felt the urge to masturbate since her ex husband, who took her virginity left almost 2 years ago. She fell to her knees and rubbed furiously at her clit.
She went in front of the mirror, imagining him watching her, pulling on her nipples, and plunging his long fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. She thought about how hot this was making her and how she liked being naughty. She thought about things her and Randy would do together IF he wasn't married , the things she might suggest they do if she could summon the nerve to say them aloud. Something told her this man would not be shocked, but rather delighted, to hear her lewd and kinky fantasies. She came, hard, loudly, and her juices flowed down over her hand. Exhausted, she leaned forward and felt the cold glass against her nipples as she licked my drenched fingers.
"Why does he have to be married?" She sighed as she gathered the strength to get up and go shower.
Randy sat in his king sized bed watching his wife take off her clothes and go on and on about how much fun she had with her friends. His dick was under the covers aching and dripping precum from his encounter earlier. He loved his wife very much but lately she had become boring. She wasn't the most exciting woman in the world when they met but now since having Al she has gone into full blown Mommy mode. He cheated in the past and on occasion when he's on the road and his hand isn't enough he would grab a diva up, but none of those girls had him feeling the way Ms. Ivy did. No matter how much he tried he couldn't get her out of his head and deep down he knew he didn't want to.
"So honey how did the conference go hun?" Sam questioned as she brushed her hair.
"It went fine, I got there a little later than you would have wanted me to though but it went fine nonetheless."
"That's good, so how did she say Al was doing?"
"Good, she had to separate her from Amy though because of their talking."
"Oh really? Well I'm sure Ivy handled it, she's a great teacher. She loves what she does. All the kids really like her."
I like her too."Well that's good because some teachers are just there for a paycheck."
Sam climbed in bed and Randy mounted her instantly easing her legs apart with his strong thigh. As wrong as it was he fucked his wife, all the while thinking of Ms. Ivy and the look of desire in her eyes and how hot and hard she made him. He fucked Sam like he never fucked her before. He came harder than he ever had. He rolled off of her feeling guilty.
"Wow honey that was incredible. It was like you were a man possessed? What got into you?"
Who got into me would have been more accurate. Randy didn't respond. He stared up into the darkness until he fell asleep and dreamed of all the things he wanted to do to Ms. Ivy.
Well that's the first chapter. Review please and thank you.
