For it only being the middle of July, the Arizona desert was unusually cool. This time of year is normally hotter than hell. That’s what Jeffery expected after accepting the warden job at the Arizona Reformatory School for Teens. Having raised three daughters on his own, he knew a thing or two about teenage girls. Five years prior the state had combined the male and females in the same facility. This was the first year of them being separated like back in the day.
Jeffery was ten years divorced with no steady girlfriend to speak of. Years ago, as his last daughter was on her way out of high school, he started to dabble in the dating scene. It was quite disastrous. It was almost as if he was twelve all over again. Tripping all over himself at every date. No smooth moves and a dated wardrobe to boot. He knew he needed help.
The School was only an hour north of Phoenix and Jeffery was able to land a condo rental on the north side of the city. He would stay there until he knew the area better. Only then would he consider buying a place.
Being the first day school, ARST was bustling throughout. There was an intake of new inmates coupled with the excitement of possible school friendships and associations. Jeffery knew that he could not be everyone’s friend and govern a institution as this. He would use his self-patented alternating hands on the throat while patting on the back mentality. He first meeting of the morning was with the current and new teachers of the facility.
Upon entering the room, Jeffery surveyed the talent. Besides, he was only a man at heart. Looking from left to right, he with the esthetics the bunch brought to the table. But, the lady on the far left really caught his eye. Dawn had a semi-mini skirt, moderate heels, average top and the most red lipstick he had ever seen. As he gave his introduction, nice to meet you and I run this bitch speech, he shot Dawn quick glances as if she was going to disappear at any moment. After his speech he greeted each employee as they left the room. As he had hoped, Dawn left the room last.
“I Mr. Turner, but you can call me Jeffery. Anything at all you need, please do not hesitate to ask,” as he extended his hand and shook for what seemed like an eternity.
“I teach English Literature. I’m Dawn. Pleased to meet you Mr. Turner,” she said slyly. “I do need one thing…. my hand back! Thanks."
Jeffery finally let go of her hand. She walked around he and disappeared up the hall. He watched her walk the entire way. Right before she was out of view, she turned around, looked him right in the eyes and parted those red lip and show him a perfect smile. Was he imagining it, or was there a slight love connection. All the way to his office he pondered that. Soon the thought was a blur with the first fight between two girls in the recess area starting the school year off right.
With the amount of work Jeffery took on the first day, Dawn was a distant memory. He had to tackle approving schedules, worksheet set-up, worker documentation, verification of credentials and quite a bit of menial and trivial crap that would be soon delegated to subordinates. But, he had to bide his time and see who were the worker bees that he could trust.
The day flew by as the number of task for Jeffery almost doubled hourly. By the time he was caught up, darkness fell on his office window sill. Glancing at the office clock, it saw that it was seven thirty and time to go. His desk was a mess and he decided to leave it that way until tomorrow. He could always come in early. Grabbing his briefcase he proceeded down the semi-dark corridor to his car’s carport. But, there was a glimmer of light coming from underneath the last door on the left before exiting the building.
The closer he got to the door, the more the floor seemed to thump. ‘Thump, thump, thump.
He stopped and peered in the room through the small glass window just below his eye level. Bending down to get a better, he saw it was Dawn. ‘What was she doing? Was she dancing? How did she learn to dance that way?’ Jeffery could finally decipher the sounds of African drums. Barefoot, Dawn was moving rhythmically to the beat of the drums.
‘What a nice body and booty,’ Jeffery thought. He remembered how his favorite cousin always said, ‘I they can move their body dancing, they can fuck you lights out’. Her movements were mesmerizing and fluid. He stood at the door what seemed for hours. As the music switched beats, Dawn looked up at the window, saw Jeffery watching her, smiled and returned dancing to the new beat.
He didn’t know what compelled him to keep watching even though he was ‘caught.’ Jeffery eventually reached down, turned the knob and sat in the seat just inside the door. Feeling a sense of heat coming from his crotch, he noticed his mouth getting dry. All the while, Dawn did not stop her dancing. As a matter of fact, she turned up the intensity. Maybe it was because she had an audience. She thought, ‘if he had the balls to come in and sit down, she might as well give him a good show.'
Jeffery did not know about the circumstances behind her staying late after school. Dawn had just broken up with her boyfriend of 4 years over the past weekend. She was still pissed off at all men and was in no hurry to go home to an empty house. So, she decided to crank up the music and start dancing. She too thought everyone had left for the night. But, the more she thought about Jeffery watching her, the more excited and horny she became. That vibrator was not cutting it.
The next song was a slow down from the previous two. Dawn provocatively slow danced over to where Jeffery was sitting. To his surprise, she began dancing around his chair. He observed that she had taken her bra off, for her nipples were quite erect like pencil erasers. She became bolder as she started to rub his neck, head and shoulders while encircling him. On the subsequent pass behind him, Dawn went for broke and took off her blouse.
Jeffery was stunned and had no words as she came from behind him dancing with no top on. Her breast were perky and tanned. They definitely had seen some sunlight recently. He felf the head in his loins transform into a full fledged, rock hard erection. If not for the music and his restrictive pants he probably would have blown his load right there. All he wanted to do was grab a breast and gently caress and nibble on the engorged nipple. And he did just that.
The music stopped and he found Dawn directly in front of him. Her right breast was directly at his lip level. She leaned forward and he accepted the task of sucking and ravaging the task at hand. She moaned and jerked uncontrollably as he assaulted his target. He reached out and grabbed her by the waist because he knew by her movements she was about the come. While Jeffery was busy, Dawn reached for his zipper and unleased the constricted python that was the anchor for the hard on tent in Jeffery’s pants. She licked her right palm and proceeded to wack him off with near perfection.
Dawn’s breathing and erratic movements intensified as Jeffery moved to the other breast. He treated them as if there were twins. No favorites there. He reached forward, reached his hand under her skirt and found her soaking wet panties covering her pussy. Able to still pay attention to the breast in his left hand and mouth, he was able to effortlessly move the panties to one side and gently insert two fingers into her wet womanhood and simultaneously rub the head of her fully engorged clitoris. After a few swipes on the love button, Dawn convulsed into her first standing mind shattering orgasm. She fell face forward onto the top of the Jeffery’s desk. The only sound in the room was heaving breathing between the two of them.
Without a word being said, Dawn led Jeffery over to the teacher’s desk by his dick. Once there both disrobed. Passionate kissing was order for the moment. Dawn could smell her sex on his fingers as he passed them all over her face. The scent was good and sexy. She really wanted to taste him but Jeffery took charge, picking her up and placing her butt on her desk facing him. He took his cock and with precision, beat up her clit in a back and forth motion. Dawn felt another orgasm start to swell up inside of her. Jeffery could hear her breaths getting more and more shallower. As he felt she was about the orgasm, he quick thrust his dick into her pussy.
Dawn was quite the sailor. “Fuck me dammit. Slam that shit home. Don’t stop. I’m coming again.”
Jeffery had never been with a multi-orgasmic woman before. He had heard of them, but this was a first for him. Nor, had he ever been in a vocal and hot sex experience. He was always open to new and exciting challenges. This definitely fit the bill. As his own ‘mangasm’ was about the endure, he increase his rhythmic pounding of his sex mate’s orifice. As he was about the come, he felt a cramp coming on in his right thigh. But, it didn’t matter. He was going to finish if even on one leg.
The room starting to spin for him and he felt at is all the moisture in his body was inserted into Dawn during his orgasm. The cramp eventually subsided and he was able to stand at the edge of the desk comfortably as Dawn enjoy another mini ‘womangasm’.
He wondered what was the next move for them both.
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