The black skirt.
The one she wore to the staff outing at the pub a few weeks ago. Of course, Kate thought. She wondered at the time if it was appropriate. It was perhaps a bit short, but it flowed so beautifully and it matched almost everything she owned. Kate remembered catching Caroline staring at her in it a little longer than perhaps appropriate that night. When Kate caught her, she didn't flinch. She just continued to smile, sipped away at her drink, and continued talking to the Vice Principle and others in the administrative department. Kate felt so out of place that evening, having not really been there too long. A few kind people reached out and asked her to join in the conversation, but all-in-all she really just wanted to go home and be with Richard.
Who knew the skirt had been making such an indelible impact on Caroline?
What on earth would happen at 3:30? Kate was prepared for anything. Her shower regime took a little longer this morning. Not as impactful and pleasurable as the night before, but serious attention was placed on areas that may be touched. Thoughts again began to wander. Fear and pleasure had equal hold on what may transpire. If in the situation, could she actually feasibly go through with it? At school? In her office? What would happen if her personal assistant was to walk in?
Kate's fear began to creep in. But wondering what the kiss of Caroline would feel and taste like overrode her sensibilities. She needed to feel Caroline's hands on her again.
Kate got settled into her car, checked her mirrors, and was about to back out when she heard her phone ping:
I don't think it's fair to make you wait.
All of the impending fear that Kate was feeling before was replaced by an urgent need to get to Sulgrave and into Caroline's office; close to the woman who had taken over her thoughts and desires.
Perhaps too eager, Kate arrived at school much earlier than normal. Would Caroline be there already, she wondered…hoped. Feared. Wanted.
Caroline's Jeep was in its usual spot. Beverly and the other members of the staff would not arrive for at least a half hour more.
Kate made her way down the hall to Caroline's office, heart thumping, legs moving. She decided to make the bold move to barge into Caroline's office, walk over, in the skirt she had been asked to wear, and take control of the situation. She required bravery to pull this off. Desire burning inside, fueled purpose in her stride.
Hand on the door knob, heart beating beneath her blouse, Kate opened the door. Cautiously.
"Hello?" Kate offered, with very little of the courage she imagined herself having during her long walk down the hallway.
Caroline sat in her usual spot at her desk. Glasses on, looking as gorgeous as she had the night before. Her desk full of paperwork and folders, however completely organized. Caroline looked after hundreds of students and staff. Being in control was part of her genetic make-up
"Someone's eager," smiled Caroline seductively. She took her glasses off.
Kate decided to be brave, walking toward her.
"Ah…not so fast, Ms. McKenzie," Caroline whispered as she moved closer to Kate.
"Remember what I said last night?"
"I decide what happens…and when it happens."
Kate's breathing deepened with each step Caroline took.
"Let me look at you," Caroline purred, as she approached Kate.
Kate backed up against the office door, Caroline's eyes devouring Kate with every glance. She felt like she was the prey, and so desperately wanted to be caught.
"Did you touch yourself last night?" Caroline leaned in, and whispered. Bodies nearly touching.
"Yes," Kate gulped. Heart beating harder and louder… God, just touch me.
"Good. And I see you take instructions well…Your skirt is absolutely…perfect."
Caroline took her hands and placed them on Kate's waist.
"Fuck, you are so pretty," Caroline licked her lips, tilted her head slightly and breathed the same air as Kate. Lips nearly touching.
With that, Caroline backed away slightly, flipping Kate around. Kate was now pressed up facing the door, unable to see what her seductress was doing. Unable to touch. Powerless, and loving every minute.
"Caroline," Kate gasped in pleasure.
"No talking," Caroline commanded, as she pressed her body close to Kate's.
Both hands now upon Kate's bottom, feeling every curve; squeezing and claiming what she had wanted so badly last night.
Caroline, removed one hand, and lifted Kate's hair back to expose her neck. Soft kisses were placed. Her tongue moving closer to Kate's ear. Kate melted back into her suitor.
Caroline took her hand and gently grasped Kate's neck, gaining better access to Kate's mouth. Kate leaned back and opened her lips. Deep. Warm. Wet. Slow. Deeper. Delicious. Hungry.
Kate dissolved in her kiss.
Caroline slowly wrapped her arms around Kate, untucking the green blouse from the skirt, from behind.
Kate moaned as she felt warm hands on her torso. Hands moved to her breasts. Caroline lifted Kate's bra instead of taking it off, hands greedy to touch flesh.
Kate leaned back and groaned deeply as fingers found nipples. Her body pressed against both the door and Caroline.
No escape, even if she wanted it.
"I bet you taste as good as you feel," Caroline groaned into Kate's neck, her body grinding into her from behind.
Caroline, released her possession of Kate's breasts and slid them down Kate's skirt, hurriedly lifting the material on each side
Kate's breathing increased into a desperate pant. Her fingertips clung to the door as she felt Caroline's hands move closer and closer to her centre.
"Caroline, please," Kate gasped.
Caroline ran her hand the length of Kate's undergarment, one slow delicious deep swipe. Her finger pressing the fabric inside of her. Kate's wetness soaked through the material.
Kate tried to turn around, to properly kiss her and was denied. Caroline pushed her closer into the door, slid her underwear to the side and hovered. Teasing Kate with her fingers that wouldn't commit.
Caroline retracted her fingers with one long slow stroke.
Her fingers pressed her sensitivity. Holding it there.
"It's not 3:30, is it?"