Curt Aldrich - Politician_s Teacher

The man happily stuffed her panties into his pocket.

She struggled to her feet, blushing and refusing to look at him. Her hair was mussed, and she felt soiled, but she knew a kind of satisfaction she had never experienced before. At the same time, she castigated herself for letting the shameful thing happen!

She pulled a fresh pair of underpants out of a suitcase, quickly yanked them on, and pulled up her pantyhose. Somehow she completed packing.

She fled to the bathroom and tried to fix her hair without looking herself directly in the eyes. Awful! Awful! Awful! she thought. Why did I DO such a thing?

When she returned to the other room, the chauffeur was seated in the chair again, where he had been originally, and she might have believed that the whole thing hadn't happened, except that she still felt the pleasurable effect of it. She shifted her gaze to the rug and noted that he had cleaned up the mess he had made, using a tissue and dropping it into the waste basket, she supposed. She didn't want to make a point of checking.

"You'll never tell anyone?" she asked raggedly. "Promise?"

"I promise!" he said convincingly.

"Let's go-!" Her tone was still rough and breathy.

"Any time you want me to do that," he said, rising. "Any time. I'll be glad to. And I'll take longer next time. I'll really make you feel good! I'll kiss you everywhere!"

"Oooh, shut UP!" she cried, and hurried, flustered, from the apartment.

The chauffeur followed, carrying her bags.

Melanie didn't want to eat with the Townsend family that night, though they invited her to do so. She just wanted to hide in her room. But she couldn't do that, and somehow she maintained a sociable demeanor, despite her lingering shame.

She met the child she was going to tutor… and she met Mrs. Townsend, of course.

The 15-year-old youth was handsome and quiet, just watching her. Mrs. Townsend talked a lot, radiating personality, and Melanie saw how she could attract people sexually, even though she was no longer young. She had large breasts whose quivery tops were exposed by her low-cut neckLinc.

Afterwards Melanie went to her room and, though it was equipped with radio and TV, she merely lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling in silence. She kept thinking about the fat chauffeur, Phil, and what he had done to her. She still could scarcely believe she had let him. It had been an amazing day.

And it wasn't over yet.

When a rapping sounded at Melanie's door, she sat up quickly. She began breathing hard. "Yes?"

"It's Bea, darling! I want to talk!"

"Come in."

As Melanie rose from the bed, the door opened and Beatrice breezed in, the tops of her breasts aquiver. "I'm so glad-you're with us!" she gushed. "I think you're just the right type to get along with Scotty… and with my husband and me, too."

"Well, thank you," Melanie said, still edgy.

"I understand you don't care much for men."

"What?"

"My husband said you're a virgin."

"He told you that?"

"Mm-hm. We discuss everything!" Bea's eyes sparkled.

"Well then, I suppose he told you that he stripped off his robe in front of me!" Melanie exclaimed, wanting to strike back at him even though it might be dangerous. She felt as if everybody was just pushing her around!

"He didn't tell me, but I'm not surprised," Bea said casually. "Link always was an exhibitionist. It's because of that gigantic prick of his. Personally I think it's a bore, don't you?"

Melanie blushed. "It's… well, it is big… I guess."

"You guess? How many genuine eight-inchers have you seen? Oh-! I forgot. You're a virgin. But, of course, that doesn't mean that you haven't played with men. Have you?"

Melanie became angry. "Do any of these things have anything to do with my work as a teacher?" she asked.

"Of course. Everything has something to do with everything else. Now, as to Scotty… you noticed, I suppose, that he's quite shy."

"Yes," Melanie replied, having toned down some. Her outburst hadn't seemed to faze her employer's wife, anyway.

"One of the things my husband and I expect you to do is to draw Scotty out of himself. Know what I mean?"

"I'm not sure," Melanie replied apprehensively.

"Well, reassure the boy in a personal sense. Get him to talk more. Show some tenderness. Linc and I have always been so busy-on the go all the time-that I'm afraid we've neglected him."

"All right," Melanie replied, thinking that the Townsend's expected quite a lot from a tutor. But she wasn't about to give up the job, despite everything.

"You know, you are very, very pretty!"

Melanie remembered what Linc had said about his wife being AC-DC, and she felt another twinge of apprehension. "It's nice of you to say so," she replied in a reserved tone.

"Oh, I'm not being nice! I'm on the make! Does that frighten you?"

Melanie swallowed. Everybody was coming at her, one after another!

She decided to stiffen her back. "It doesn't frighten me. It just makes me sick!"

"Oh-ho! You don't like men, and you don't like girls, either?"

"I didn't say I didn't like men! Just because I'm a virgin, it doesn't mean that I'm not normal!"

"Of course not!" Bea agreed, then added, "But you're a beauty, and you haven't been under your parent's watchful eyes every minute. You've been away to college. And you're in your twenties. Something is funny."

"Just get out of here!" Melanie cried. "I' don't care if you are my employer's wife. If you want to fire me, go ahead!"

"Shit," Beatrice said, and chuckled.

Melanie blinked.

"What are you so defensive about?" the older woman asked. "If you don't want to go to bed with me, I'm not going to twist your arm! Just think it over, though. If you've never tried it, you don't know how much fun you can have."

Bea turned and exited the room, leaving Melanie staring at the door.

The young teacher made certain that the door was locked before taking off her clothes. Nude, she stepped into the adjoining bathroom, then was shocked to discover that it had another door. The john obviously was shared by her room and the one next to hers. Each door apparently could be locked on both sides, however, and Melanie set the lock on the other door before peeing. After wards she stood, in front of the mirror and stared at herself.

Would that woman really get all excited if she looked at me now? she wondered, finding the whole subject of lesbianism mystifying. There had been whispers about some of the girls at college, but she had always considered it so much dirty talk. Now, however, she wasn't sure. Bea's husband had sad she was gay, and her own remarks confirmed it.

Melanie ran her hands up her sides and to the front, cupping her tip-tilted breasts. She thumbed her rigid pink nipples until they tingled.

What's gotten into me? she wondered with a start, and jerked her hands away. Now I'm even playing with myself.

She removed her makeup, brushed her teeth, and returned to the other room where she donned a blue-and-white nightie with tiny frilled pants. She realized then that she had forgotten to unlock the opposing bathroom door, and she went to do it. Her titties jiggled in her see-through nylon gown. Quickly exiting the bathroom, she locked it on her side and went to bed.

She tried to forget everything, but couldn't. She should be happy, she thought, starting her career in such an auspicious way, as a tutor in the household of the man who might be the next governor. But she was upset and anxious.

That dirty chauffeur, Phil, was the main cause of it, she concluded. He was nothing but a slimy pervert!

But, oh, how good it had felt when he had licked her between the legs! She had gotten a real sexual thrill for the first time in her life-an orgasm, she guessed it was. It had felt wonderful!