Meeting Mara (aouser66 / Madam Mim)

[aouser66]

"Have fun darling!" his dear wife kissed him full on the lips after having wished him luck in that soft, sultry voice of hers that drips lusciously with honey and love. He responded in kind, feeling the warmth of her body and the tenderness of her curves pushed up against the hardness of his own, feeling a stirring between his thighs that threatens to rear the angry head of the python. Although he'd love to stay with her, although he'd love for them both to cuddle under the blankets, and although he'd love to spend the day home with her and experience the wild fun that only the both of them could together, he cannot, they're indebted from years of college tuition and can't waste a single day's worth of work, both being 28 years of age, relatively young though relatively young depending on who you use as the standard measuring stick.

Rose, she's perfect, perfect for him. What about himself? Mr. Steele as known to his students, or, Aiden. Yes, is he Mr. Perfect? Certainly not, not even is he Mr. Perfect for sweet, red Rose let alone anyone else as any observer shall see quite eventually. Still, he has his features, and with regards to whether his features are studly or not (which they are), there never seemed any who could satisfy him, never that very special someone who might mold with him so compatibly and rightfully, he can't find them. Dates and nights and nights and dates, he had not managed to track down the perfect woman for years. Yet, on one snowy winter night (another night?), as the coffee shop he visits so often is about to shut off for the remaining hours, there came Rose, perfect, magnificent.

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2 years ago...

"You dropped your pen." the woman spoke after having approached the man, her ginger hair flowing around her head like firey waterfalls, dressed quite modestly with the features of her body well hidden inside her thick coat.

A smile he had never seen coming, a smile that dazzled him.

"Oh, hi, thank you." stutters the man, adjusting his glasses as he fidgets where he sat. He distractedly failed to accept the pen, so it merely rolls on the table toward him as they stare into each other's deep gazes with daring interest.

"I, uhh..." actually, a new year has cycled just a few romantic moons ago where she laid in her bed, contemplating and encouraging, and she made a promise that she would be more confident, and more confident especially so with regards to her romantic partners. That's why underneath her gray coat reveals a nice blue dress with a waistband that does so well to compliment her feminine appearances, "I recognize you from my BDSM club." shocked, embarrassed, was she a little too out of bounds?

Another beautiful smile, another dazzling attack.

No, she wasn't out of bounds, and there started their special relationship in that little coffee shop of which emanates delicious smells of cocoa. No one else can ever dumbfound Aiden the way Rose can, or so he thought, and he thought wrong.

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"Alright class, settle down, today, we're just going to go through some of the elements of real analysis, remember the concept of continuity I talked about last..."

He droned, a mathematics professor at this level of mathematics means anyone who doesn't listen either already know the material or don't deserve to be here in the first place, what is the point if there are books upon books out there for which teaches exactly what he's teaching?

"Turn to page 254, please, and, ahem-" stopped in the midst of his sentence almost as if he was striken by lighting, his set of eyes quickly leaves the seemingly provocative suggestion of the beautiful Mara sitting so piously in his class, or was it merely his imagination? He thought he noticed her licking her lips, lubricating her thick set with great intent as her gaze almost pierced right through him. A few students followed suit with their attention, some even looked up from their desks of paper and pens, so Aiden quickly moves on, ignoring the growing inquisitive atmosphere of the lecture hall...

 

[Madam Mim]

The only use Mara Hendricks had for her fifth period math class was the teacher. Her mother had forced her to take Analytics and Statistics to pad her college application, as though Mara had any intention of going to college, and from the looks of it she was one of only three juniors in the class. She did well enough to get by, but certainly didn't put forth effort enough to be considered excelling. But when her mom had set her mind to something there was no talking her out of it, and now Mara wasn't entirely certain she minded. It was an elective math course for those who wanted to bother, and as such it seemed as though the class were made up mostly of other girls.

It wasn't hard to see why. Aiden Steele was one of the newer teachers. He'd only been here maybe two or three years and though Mara had seen him in the hallway she had never had an opportunity to interact with him. It was the middle of October now, and after sitting in the front row for over a month he finally seemed to be noticing her. She had noticed him the first day of class, of course, and had decided by the end of the second day that she had to have him. It had been slow-going, but gradually she'd noticed his eyes drifting to her more and more. He stammered in the middle of his lecture as his eyes fell on her and she licked her lips and smiled in a friendly manner. It wasn't surprising, given what he'd seen on Tuesday...

As Aiden cut through the gym to get back to his office he noticed to figures on the back of the bleachers. Students skipping class, obviously, but as he approached he froze. Mara, sweet, quiet Mara, had her head in Johnny Schatzmann's lap and it bobbed up and down in an unmistakable gesture. The boy moaned and resisted the urge to bury his hands in her hair--he'd gotten in trouble for that before--biting his lip and trying to keep his voice down. He didn't notice the movement at the other side of the gym, but Mara did and out of the corner of her eye she was able to identify that figure she had memorized so well by now. She was struck with a sudden urge to get this over with. Johnny had earned a reward for planting weed on Marissa Tomlinson then reporting her--served the bitch right--but she had never said it would be slow or worth savoring.

It didn't take long to make him cum; she knew just what made him tick and how to get it over with quickly or draw it out for hours. She lifted her head from his lap and wiped a bit that had dribbled onto her chin, licking it slowly off of her finger before pretending to notice the teacher for the first time. Her eyes went wide, her mouth formed an 'o' of surprise.

"Mr. Steele!" There was swearing and scrambling and both students dashed out before he could say anything, leaving him only with the smell of Mara's perfume following after her...but he had stayed, and that was enough to tell her that she was close enough to pulling him in to start getting a little bolder.

Mara cast her eyes down whenever Mr. Steele looked at her throughout the lecture, as though embarrassed. Neither of them had said anything to one another, and it helped to play the innocent school girl. The uniform certainly didn't hurt either, and keeping her knees slightly spread could always be put down to bad breeding. She sucked on her pen absently, wrapping her lips around the end and moving it slowly in and out of her mouth as though she didn't realized she was doing it and was merely thinking hard over the current problem set. In reality she was debating whether to leave the pictures she had found in her stepfather's drawer. Her mother had asked her to grab some change from his nightstand and there Mara had found a stack of Polaroids which didn't exactly surprise her...but he was old and fat and not worth her time. Mr. Steele, on the other hand...

Fuck it, she decided. As the bell rang she "accidentally" left a copy of Lolita sitting on her desk, out in the open for Mr. Steele to find. Should he pick it up three Polaroids would fall out, taken of Mara in various states of undress. In one she was still in her uniform, bent over to pick something up; in another she had just gotten out of the shower and her towel was slipping down, exposing the side of her breast and her flank but not much else; in a third she was in the middle of undressing, her shirt unbuttoned halfway and hanging loosely around her breasts and exposed lacy bra. If Mr. Steele returned her book but not the pictures, she would know she had him.

 

[aouser66]

"Hey, Elisaa, don't forget your homework assignment!" Aiden called after a student with a voice that was chasing, the voice that chased a student who seemed both blind and deaf simultaneously as she hurried out of the door, rushing with her notes being stuffed inside her messenger bag. "Alright..." is what comes out defeated. Being ignored is something Aiden had begun to acclimate himself to in the recent months, well, at the least, being ignored by his students no less. So he does what any professor teaching a class of uninterested students would do, give out a big sigh before gathering his stuff, locking important academic materials into his desk and packing away some of the more important items, which included his favorite grandfather watch.

He slings his backpack over his shoulder, shutting the lights off to the hall before leaving to lock the doors behind when, something seemed to have flashed in his mind, the word "Lolita". Slightly curious, he scanned the hall and found where Mara was seated exactly that, a copy of such an erotically charged book. He must've caught a glimpse of the book when packing away but perhaps it didn't register because of thoughts of his wife. Some students, do, on occasion, leave things on their desks, but Mr. Steele just can't help himself, going on ahead in order take a look at that delightful piece of literature. Unprofessional, yes, but who would know? And he doesn't deem this to be such an extreme violation of personal space. In fact, it might even be better if he just took the book and hand it back the day after as while pretending not to have read the title.

But as he picked the book up, he realized a very subtle gap, what could that be? Perhaps some of his classnotes were slipped in between? Though he still can't get over the fact that, surely, she wouldn't be reading erotica during the middle of his class? Opening the book, three polaroids were revealed, and their nature was such that he was almost being greeted with slaps to the face by the breasts of a raunchy, sexy stripper.

"Ahem." he cleared his throat unnecessarily as his eyes wander and feast on Mara's delicious curves, the way her behind shapes so wonderfully as she is bent over, the way her luxurious breasts teases so invitingly, held lovingly by a lacy bra that peeks out of her shirt... a bit of blood rushed into the phallus hanging between his thighs. Panicked, he took the book with him and quickly locked the door behind him. Yes, it's inappropriate to leave such raunchy polaroids around, but why is it necessary to take it home with him?
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"How was your day honey?" Rose smiles as she pours tomato soup into Aiden's bowl, delicious and tantalizing. But his appetite is torn from uncertainty and guilty.

"Sweetie, do you mind if I take some time tonight to go through some things in my study?" he asks, sipping the soup mechanically.

"Aww, what's the matter? I want to feel you." she pouts playfully, though she doesn't persist as Saturday is merely two days away.

Giving his wife a quick peck on the cheeks, he leaves hurriedly to lock himself into his study, *click*. Taking out the polaroids of Mara and placing them on his desk, it invites blood to return to his rising erection. "What is wrong with her?" he whispers as images of her inappropriate sexual session returns to his mind, one of which kept visiting him on his way home, "What an irritating slut." he continues under his breathe, insulting his student perhaps out of confusion at his own mixed feelings. He doesn't want to feel lust for Mara, especially considering he's a married man.

Without his consent, images of Mara's magnificent ass returns, but, this time, it returns accompanied by his own fetishes, which means, he had a flash of Mara's magnificent ass muffling his own face. Stunned and worked up, he hides the three polaroids, locking them into his study desk before, almost jogging to crash into his wife, kisses her full in an open mouth kiss while she returns in kind, ending with her mounting and pounding out his fun stick into the night... satisfied for now, but he saw Mara again when his big, strong cock shot thick, heated semen into his wife's tight slit.
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"Mara, before we start, you left your things, I kept them for you so no one else would take them." Aiden speaks quickly, almost as if in a whisper the next day after having pulled Mara aside with his back shielding both Mara and the copy of "Lolita" from the class.

The polaroids were not there. And Aiden did not maintain eye contact before he quickly shooed Mara back to her seat.

 

[Madam Mim]

Mara frowned as though confused when Mr. Steele called her to his desk on her way into class. She wasn't confused, of course; his reaction to those Polaroids were what she had been distracted with the entire previous night. Would he get off while looking at her? Would he think about her while he fucked his wife? Because that obnoxious rink on his left hand hadn't escaped her notice, and that would already be a triumph over the bitch in her eyes. He handed her the book and she looked relieved and smiled.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Steele," she sighed. "We're reading it in AP English and I was afraid I'd left it on the city bus on my way home, so I had to borrow Marcie's copy last night for homework. I looked for this everywhere! Thank you!" Mara resisted the urge to kiss him on the cheek. Yes that would draw him in further, but doing it in front of half the class would have looked suspicious as hell. Instead she gave him another smile and went back to her seat.

~*~

Mara had done her research. She knew which clubs met after school on Fridays, she knew when the last bus left, and she knew when Mr. Steele went home. His fifth period class was right before lunch, and the rest of the day she had been antsy to put her plan into motion. The Polaroids, when she checked after class, were gone which meant he had kept them. Which meant he was interested. Which meant that as usual she would get what she wanted so long as she played the game right. Now it was just a matter of Mr. Steele actually showing up. She reflected on this as she waited in the rain, occasionally glancing toward the faculty parking lot. She had only been out here for five minutes, just enough time to beat Mr. Steele out of the school, but already she was drenched. Between seventh and eighth period she had gone into the bathroom and stuffed her bra into her backpack, which served two purposes: one, to distract that old perv Mr. Fawcette from the fact that she hadn't done her chemistry homework (and it had worked), and two, so that now as she stood in the rain with her white shirt drenched, tie hanging loosely around her neck, first two buttons undone, her breasts were more visible and more enticing without her being obviously aware of the fact.

At long last Mr. Steele came out of the parking lot and Mara flagged him down. When he rolled down his passenger side window she leaned over, giving him a good view of her ample cleavage, and smiled at him.

"Hey Mr. S," she said, a curl of dripping hair falling into her face. "Do you know when the last bus comes? I forgot my umbrella, and I'm starting to think I might've missed it." She had, in fact, missed the last bus but that hadn't exactly been an accident. Forgetting her umbrella, however, was a lie: it was in her locker, ensuring she arrived to school dry but left in the rain. Mara struck a sympathetic figure, leaning down to his window, drenched, in nothing but her uniform and stockings.

 

[aouser66]

There were several instances during the class where Mr. Steel would find himself lacking the ability to control his impulsive need to occasionally glance or check at Mara, a student whose body was present during the climax of the wonderful night he had with his wife. Further, it is as well that there were indeed several occasions during the class where he'd be slightly distracted in his speech as his mind can't help but visit places of fantasy involving that vixen of a student.

Since his discovery of Mara's complete sensual domination of a halplessly horny young man, he had tried to absolutely shut off such a discovery completely from his brain, as she being a young, fully developed woman meant sex is indeed quite a natural occurrence. But, after the finding of the three polaroids which served so well to display her beautiful body in gorgeous angles, he felt a powerful sense, a sense and its many tentacles dragging his reluctance, holding his face with its many vines, and forcing his eyes to admire the unmistakable fullness of Mara's breasts topped with erect, perky nipples...

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"My wife, wait, stop! Why are you forcing me into this?" exclaimed the bound, trussed up Aiden as the tentacles slithers around his body in exciting friction, his erection bobbing and leaking frustrated juice.

"~~~ ... do it... submit... submit... Mara is your new Mistress... ~~~"

"Aiden? Aiden sweetie, why are you looking at Mara? Why aren't you looking at me? Aiden?" implores a distraught Rose, "You're a pervert, a pervert!" then she wails in disgust and discomfort before vines of Roses painfully and slowly circles and curls around his leaking, unfaightful erection.

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*RING* *RING* *RING*

"Oh, right, class's over." but then the bell rang, cutting through the cold air with a lashing effect as it whipped Aiden's fantasy addled mind out of the prison it was shackled in. At where he sat, there was exactly a powerful erection bobbing against its confines, and it was exactly leaking. He would unquestionably be quite thankful to the high desk that covered and casted a shadow over his lap.
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"Mara? What the hell are you-" however, his speech was purposefully seized mid-sentence considering how he had caught himself addressing a student so aggressively, which, he only did so because of the surprise of her chocolatey milky breasts surfacing its tender lavishness through the thin fabric of her shirt. Indeed, having such a provocative body of which radiates lust approaching his vehicle before he even knew who it was meant that his eyes were captured by the assets of Mara's body. "Ahem," a typical habit of Aiden's, to clear his throat when erotically titillated in a way he does not know how to handle, "I can give you a ride if you want, but come in quickly." *click* is the sound of his car doors unlocking themselves.

There is a stirring in his groin, so naturally, discretely, he would try to position himself so that any potential flags that could be raised would orient itself in better stealthy angles, and, of course, he decided to lift the backpack on the seat next to him and put it over his lap.

 

[Madam Mim]

"Really? Oh my God, thank you so much Mr. S!" Mara smiled in relief and slid into the passenger's seat. She set her bookbag on the floorboard between her feet, forcing her knees apart just enough to be tantalizing. Her skirt rode up enough to make flesh visible between the tops of her stockings and the hem of her skirt, and the cold caused her hard nipples to press against the wet, translucent fabric of her shirt as her chest heaved while she tried to warm up.

"I really appreciate this," she said with a smile as he pulled away from the bus stop. "Turn left up here." They rode in silence for a while, Mara only breaking it to give him a direction, but finally she breeched the topic that had thus far gone unspoken between them.

"Mr. Steele," she said eventually as they sat in rush hour traffic. "About earlier this week...what you saw..." She bit her lip alluringly and turned her wide eyes toward him, the picture of seductive innocence. "Johnny and me...we used to go out. But then we broke up and he had some um...compromising pictures of me. I wanted them back, but he said if I didn't do that, that stuff you saw, he'd make copies and pass them around school. I was just trying to get them back, honest." Mara favored him with a nervous smile. "Thanks for not reporting me. Oh, turn left up here."

Obviously none of that was true, but there were some men who had hang-ups about what they called 'sluts.' Others more were seduced by an appearance of innocence, at least until they wanted to get naughty. Mara was reassuring him of both while taking him the long way to her house. The left she had just told him to take went over a bumpy road nearly ruined by frost heaves. As they drove along her breasts bounced enticingly, the brave remaining buttons over her chest hanging on for dear life. 'Coincidentally,' her knees fell open as well, leaving only a couple of inches of skirt covering that which she knew he wanted. Finally they arrived at her house, a two-story colonial affair, and she hit her forehead as though just remembering something.

"Crap!" she hissed. "I forgot my key!" That was a lie, too; it was in her backpack with her bra. "Wait here?" she asked, not giving him much of a choice as she slipped out of the car, running to the front door and leaving her backpack on the floor of the vehicle.

She bent over as though looking for a spare key under the doormat, knowing that her skirt would creep up enough to just reveal the edge of her panties, before straightening and jogging around to the back of the house. At the back door she could hear her stepfather, Ray, puttering around the kitchen. There had been a spare under the mat and there was another in a flower pot on the back porch, but Mr. Steele didn't know that. Instead of walking in Mara instead took the opportunity to snip off her third button with a pair of garden shears, leaving it on the cement as though it had fallen off. When she returned to the front of the house there was only one brave little button keeping her shirt from falling completely open around her chest, straining against the bounce of her breasts as she jogged back to the car and slid back in.

"My mom won't be home for a couple hours," she said, breathing heavily from the cold and the jog, "and Ray--erm, my stepdad--probably left about an hour ago for his night shift at the hospital. Both the spares are gone." Mara turned in her seat, twisting a wet lock of hair around her finger and turning her wide, innocent gaze toward her teacher. "Could you um, drop me at a gas station or something? I think I've got some change, I can call my mom to see when she'll be home."

 

[aouser66]

As Mara returned jogging with her full breasts bouncing ever so firmly but femininely that are diamond tipped with beautiful nipples so carefully you would expect a Goddess herself has decided to intervene in Mara's creation, of course, Aiden can't help but take a peek a few times here and there, and how could he, a virilely sexually active man, be able to help himself? The fact that her slenderly yet juicy thighs are so pronounced throughout the ride doesn't help his attempted purity. Quite dangerously, during the journey, there was one quick glance at Mara's breasts that caused him to nearly miss the red light, screeching completely to a halt as him and Mara both rebound against the seatbelt that holds the masculine chest of Aiden's and the hefty chest of Mara's firmly. At that moment, the backpack that was used in an attempt to hide his own impressive erection slid forward, and perhaps there was a moment's notice where anyone who might've taken a snoop could've immediately determined that the young woman's teacher was sporting a gigantic, raging erection. Without question, he would frantically pull the backpack back up.

Then, Mara mentioned the three polaroids which caused Aiden to act quite stupidly, "Polaroids? I don't know what you mean, they must've fallen out or something? Were they part of some kind of art project?" is what he rambled away as he tried, this time, determined to keep his eyes on the road. Yes, he continued to play dumb even when the suggestion of what those polaroids could be was almost explicit. However, "I'm sorry about your ex." it was probably a good idea to not play ignorant all the way and as he admitted his understanding of who her ex might be.

Most ridiculously was, during Mara's innocent little display of her gorgeous, round derriere that could've been in the front page of any and even the most popular playboy magazines, his cock literally twitched against the soft fabric of his underwear, straining against its material as it leaked just a little pre which only served to lubricate his flaming cockhead. Which only served to worsen his situation.

"Jesus Aiden you can't even control yourself in front of a student." he whispered as he took in several deep breathes in his attempt to calm himself and his growing lust.
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"*sigh*, tough day for you." a stoic demeanor is what greets Mara when she returns to Aiden's car, though what lies underneath is a shivering mess.

On their journey to the gas station, however, was there a tingle of sympathy growing for this poor young woman. Just because he's unable to control his animalistic bestial urges, just because it so simply devasted his feeble wantonness into confusion, it doesn't mean he must push her away to such an extent as to leave her alone, and, worst yet, braless in the middle of a gas station.

*drop* *drop* *drop*

The growing heaviness of the rain hitting his vehicle is what continues to drive his sympathy further, "Listen, if you want, you can stay in my place for awhile until your mother can pick you up. My wife makes good tomato soup." yes, his wife, Rose, he better stay faithful, the mere reminder of Rose assists in improving his stoic defense to Mara's outrageous 'naive' lewdness.

 

[Madam Mim]

"Polaroids?" Mara struggled to hide her smirk but managed. She had never mentioned that they were Polaroids, and his guilty conscience was giving him away. It would be amusing to watch him hide her from his wife. "No I meant um...in the gym...What you walked in on, y'know, with Johnny Schatzmann." Years ago she had taught herself to blush on command; a trick that came in handy now as she forced it and looked away as they pulled up her driveway where she jumped out and stalled for time.

When she slid back into the car, announcing that she had been locked out of her house, she glanced at the backpack in Mr. Steele's lap. She had seen what he was so obviously hiding, and it made her even more eager to pull him into her web. Part of the fun, though, was in the seduction; she couldn't rush it too much.

"I can hold that in my lap for you," she offered on their way to the gas station, indicating the backpack and enjoying watching him squirm. The rain started pouring down harder when he offered to bring her into his home. When Mara smiled it wasn't quite predatory, just enough to make him think perhaps he had only been imagining things in her smile which weren't there. "You mean it, Mr. Steel?" she asked eagerly. "I would be so grateful! Thank you so much!" She leaned over and made to kiss him on the cheek...only to pretend as though she had just remembered herself. Her lips came within a hair's breadth of his skin before she paused, then leaned back in her seat. "Sorry," she said with a nervous giggle, making herself blush again and tucking a damp lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm just...I'm really grateful, Mr. S."