He could see the petite girl coming down the road, and she couldn't see him. A few drunk football fans had wandered past earlier, still talking about ...ome penalty miss and stumbling into the highway. Clearly 1990 was not to be England's year either but he was not worrying about football, he was concerned about the beautiful barmaid who had served him the day before and whose movements he had followed.He scanned the road again. It was a busy road out of Bromsgrove, as it went towards. "My Darling, I'd love to suck the cum from it... and I will, but not yet. I want you to come down here and hold me first... make love to me with feeling... kiss my breasts and run your hands over my body. I-I need that so badly, Lover... someone with warmth and feeling who cares whether I live or die... Please, Antoine..." she pleaded, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "Make me feel like a woman..."He threw himself down onto her, close to tears himself at her emotional expression of her. She was inthe van and talking before any of us could say anything."Jesus PJ, you guys are fuckin' late," she said, looking reallypissed off. She had to have been the boldest woman we'd everhad; this was going to be sweet. She wasn't what you'd callconventionally attractive. She was different, kind of like oneof those singers that you see on the country music channelsinging about sex in a Nashville double entendre sort of way,playing a guitar with a lot of appropriate girl muscles. I was getting. I could just make out it was him, he was looking at me and I felt my cock twitch under my towel. "What should I do?" I thought to myself, this man was my teacher, I was sure of it, "What if he reveals my secret to classmates?", it was unlikely as he was supposedly dating a woman, but I knew he sometimes went out drinking with others in my class!The teacher was a guy in his 30's, he was well toned and I would sometimes find myself watching him in class, the thought of him was making me start.