Chapter 4
For thirty minutes, Florence Coolidge waited for the group to finish their library activity. She had been mildly excited all day as she thought of how she would approach the attractive Beverly Lambert. She would rather not bring up what she had seen between Beverly and Chris and hold that over her head but she would as a last resort. Florence had already decided, though, that she wanted Beverly. As the group left Florence called to one of her student-assistants and asked her to deliver a note for her. She addressed it to Beverly asking the dark-haired beauty if she would have time to stop in at the library before she left for the day. Florence went on to explain that she had received some new material that day and wanted Beverly to look through it to see if any of it would be appropriate for the Remedial class. Then she told the young student that after delivering the note it would not be necessary to return for the day.
Beverly sat in her department office preparing for future classes. It was almost time for the last class of the day and then she planned on going home, doing her laundry, fixing dinner and calling it a night early. Tomorrow was Friday and she intended to be well-rested for her weekend at the Baker residence. As she was about to leave the office for the classroom, a young student entered and, smiling, handed her a note. She opened it, read it then stood staring at it for a few seconds. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stop by after class, she thought. It won't delay me for more than fifteen or twenty minutes, she said to herself, then I can go on with my plans for the rest of the day.
After her class ended, she dismissed her students, whispered to Chris that she was looking forward to tomorrow then headed for the library. She entered and was greeted by a smiling Florence Coolidge.
"I'm so glad you could stop by, Beverly," the older woman commented. "I heard today that Mrs. Burton may not be back next week as expected, so I thought that you'd better look through this new material that just arrived. I have it stacked up here on the table."
Florence led the way as Beverly commented that she was happy to be of service.
Beverly seated herself before the short stack of books and periodicals to prepare to review them while Florence busied herself with other activities. It wasn't long before Beverly was engrossed in what she was doing and, during. that time, Florence slipped over and locked the door so that they would not be interrupted from what Florence had planned.
Beverly happened to glance up from the material and saw that Florence was standing with her back to her putting books away. Beverly had never taken particular notice of the woman before but took the opportunity now. She saw an attractive, physically mature woman with dark brown hair who would be classified as handsome. Florence had generous hips and breasts but maintained herself very well for a woman her age. The face, which Beverly inspected while Florence turned back and forth, had few lines and held just a trace of make-up. All-in-all, Beverly decided, Florence was indeed an attractive woman and very well preserved for a woman in her mid-forties.
About that time, Florence approached the table and sat down opposite the lovely teacher.
"Beverly, I certainly would like to know you better," Florence said to begin her conquest. "You surely are a most-attractive woman. I'll bet most of your male students fall madly in love with you."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Beverly said smiling. "They're awfully busy with girls and sports. No Florence, I don't really think that any of them give me a second thought."
"Don't kid yourself, young lady," Florence replied. "With those looks and that gorgeous body you can bet that you have many admirers among the student body. I wish that I looked like you when I was your age."
"I'll bet that you were just as attractive," Beverly answered. "You are still a very attractive woman. I just hope that I look as good as you when I pass forty."
"You're too kind, dear," Florence responded.
"Not a bit," Beverly said. The two women smiled at each other.
Beverly returned her gaze to the material in front of her. Florence continued to examine the sexually exciting woman on the opposite side of the table.
Finally, Beverly came to the end of her examination and remarked to Florence that she felt that a good bit of the material would be suitable for the Remedial class and that she would like to examine them more closely at a later date.
"Beverly, dear, have you had a trying day?" Florence popped at her suddenly.
"No," Beverly replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, you just look like your muscles are all tensed up," Florence said while rising from the table and moving over behind Beverly. "Why don't you relax a bit and let me rub some of that tension out of you. I have had lots of experience at massaging and it is so relaxing. Just lean back a bit and let yourself relax."
Beverly was somewhat confused but thought nothing of it other than that Florence was trying to be friendly and thoughtful. The older woman moved in behind her younger associate and placed her hands on Beverly's shoulders. She began to slowly rub and knead the tense muscles. Beverly sighed for the skilled fingers felt so good. Florence directed her attention to the shoulders, neck and back of the head and she began to get excited at the contact with the soft skin of the lovely teacher. Beverly dropped her head so that Florence would be able to work on her neck and head more easily. She allowed her thoughts to drift as the good feeling of the massage action enveloped her.
"Does that feel good, Beverly?" Florence asked softly. "Oh, Florence, it feels so great. God, your fingers are like magic. I'll give you an hour to stop."
"You just sit peacefully," the older woman said. "Let me do the work."
Florence continued to manipulate Beverly's lovely body but was now letting her fingers work themselves down the front of Beverly until she was pressing softly on the swell of Beverly's large breasts. While Beverly was caught up in the intense feeling of relief that was being provided her Florence got a bit more daring. Now she was lightly squeezing the tops and sides of Beverly's breasts. She was sorely tempted to drop down to the nipples but she didn't want to overplay her cards. She could afford to go slowly and at her own pace. Before long she noticed that Beverly's breathing was quickening and her nipples began to thrust against the material of her blouse. Still, Florence took her time and forced herself to advance slowly. She continued massaging, rubbing and kneading but was now devoting all of her attention to the peripheral areas of Beverly's rising and falling breasts. It was fairly obvious to her that Beverly's excitement was increasing and she was becoming aroused from the activity. At last Florence could wait no longer. She moved her hands down and around the two lovely globes. Her palms felt the sensitive touch of the two hard nipples. Simultaneously, Florence lowered her head until she was whispering in Beverly's ear.
"Just relax, my dear. Relax and enjoy my fingers. Let me rub your beautiful breasts," she cooed into Beverly's ear. "Let me take control and make you feel wonderful. Your breasts feel so wonderful and they are so big. Let me open your blouse and bra so that I can massage you directly."
Beverly was now fully aware of what was happening. She was shocked at what Florence was whispering to her. She knew that she was sexually excited but that she would have to try to get herself under control and suppress those feelings. She tried to straighten up in her chair but Florence continued whispering and massaging. The older woman inserted her tongue into Beverly's ear and moved it around sending sexual shock waves through the startled woman. Beverly realized that she was about to lose control of the situation and succumb to whatever it was that Florence intended. She tried hard to move but couldn't.
"The door is locked and everyone is gone," Florence whispered. "Let me undress you and run my tongue all over your beautiful body. Let me suck and bite your large nipples. I want to run my tongue in and out of your pussy. Stand up now and let me take your clothes off."
Beverly felt like she had lost all control. She moved her chair back and stood with her arms hanging limply at her sides. She tried to resist but couldn't. Florence turned the younger woman so that they were facing then she began to unbutton Beverly's blouse. Soon Florence was placing the garment on the table. The lovely breasts rose and fell rapidly as Beverly acted like she was in a trance. Florence then reached behind the young woman and unhooked her bra. She moved it forward and dropped it, all the while staring intently at the beautiful mounds of flesh that had been revealed. The' rigid nipples stood straight out. Florence bent her head down and sucked one of them into her mouth. Then she released it and repeated the action on the other. Beverly sighed heavily.
Florence resumed disrobing the young teacher. She removed the skirt and stared at the glorious abundance of dark, thick hair escaping from the confines of the sheer bikini panties. Florence, reached down and cupped her hand over Beverly's cunt while leaning forward to recapture a nipple between her lips. Beverly reached forward and held Florence to keep from falling. She was completely lost now. She knew that there was no way that she would be able to stop Florence from ravaging her until either or both of them was spent from orgasmic delight. Florence then removed the remaining garment from Beverly's luscious body and backed her toward the table on which the clothing had been placed. Florence took control and placed Beverly on her back on the table and positioned the woman so that the older woman could sit at the table and have Beverly's delectable cunt right at her mouth. When Beverly was settled Florence took the woman's legs and moved them apart. Then she moved her head forward and thrust her tongue into the open pussy. She began to tongue-fuck the excited young teacher then removed the tongue and began running it up and down the hairy opening. She chewed on some of the hair then returned her tongue to the opening at Beverly's lower body. Beverly was rolling her head from side to side as she attempted to control the excitement that she was feeling. She grabbed her own breasts and began rubbing them vigorously while occasionally tweaking her straining nipples.
Florence continued to work her mouth and tongue skillfully. Beverly began to whimper as her excitement reached fever pitch.
"Oh, Florence, you're going to make me come," she said pleadingly. "I'm going to come all over the table. Oh, God, Florence, I'm so hot."
Florence never let up. She worked her tongue so that she licked every sensitive nerve-ending. Beverly approached delirium. When she thought that she could not stand it any more she suddenly arched her back and screamed softly as juice from her hot pussy flowed onto Florence's tongue. Perspiration covered the lovely body on the table. Florence continued to lick and nibble at the exposed pussy flesh and Beverly finally had to force Florence's head away.
"I've wanted to do that for some time now, Beverly," Florence said softly. "You are the most sexually exciting person that I've ever seen. And the taste of your delicious pussy is indescribable."
"God, Florence, that was tremendous," Beverly sighed. "I love being eaten but I don't ever recall anyone eating me so skillfully and completely as you just did. I'm tempted to ask you if I can reverse things and taste you."
"Would you really like that?" Florence asked.
"Yes. Yes, I would." Beverly replied. "Let me eat your soft pussy and see if I can give you as much of a thrill as you just gave me."
Florence rose from her chair and stared down at the lovely Beverly who was trying to rise into a sitting position. Florence reached to assist her. When Beverly got off the table Florence replaced her. The older woman had deftly slipped her panties off while Beverly was getting up and now she lay on her back with her skirt pulled down. Beverly stood over her looking down. She reached for the hem of the skirt and slowly moved it up Florence's thighs. She paused when she got it to the haired sanctum and looked down at the prominent mound and the brown covering. As she leaned over the table she gestured for Florence to move her legs apart which the older woman gladly did. Then Beverly dipped her tongue into the moist flesh hidden under the sensitive folds of skin. Florence reached down and moved her outer lips apart with her fingers to give Beverly all the room she needed. Beverly went about her task with obvious delight. She ran her tongue in and out of the exposed pussy, ran it up and down the inner lips and nibbled lightly on the erect clitoris straining for attention. Florence was beyond delight. She was being eaten by an expert.
Beverly had really warmed to the task. Her tongue was sending small electric shock waves surging through Florence's excited body. It felt like it was in a dozen places at once. It wasn't long before the attractive librarian began to respond more actively. She arched her hips, reached up to squeeze her breasts, gritted her teeth and moaned.
"Don't stop, Beverly," she cried softly. "Don't let up. Keep at those same spots. I'm going to come soon. Keep eating my pussy."
Beverly gave no indication that she intended to let up. She was completely involved. The aroma of excited pussy flooded her nostrils. Short, soft hairs tickled her face but she hardly noticed. Her tongue and lips continued their attack on Florence's tender cunt. Then, at last, the older woman sighed deeply and fell back onto the table as her orgasm arrived. Beverly jabbed her tongue as far into the twitching vagina as it would go and held it there. Florence's pussy secretions soaked over it then the younger woman withdrew it. She lapped at the exposed outer flesh then, at last, moved her head away. She straightened up and then realized that she had strained muscles that she hadn't used for some time.
Florence turned on her side then got off the table. She held on to the back of a chair to maintain her equilibrium. She looked completely spent but totally satisfied.
"God, Beverly," the older woman asked, "where, oh where, did you ever learn to eat a woman that well?"
"You should know the answer to that question," Beverly responded. "It's simply a matter of doing what comes naturally. I know what I like to have done to me so I try to do the same when I'm doing the tongue work. Was it good?"
"Good?" Florence asked with arched brows. "It was great. Sensational. Delicious. Fantastic. How's that? Good enough?"
"I guess you must have enjoyed it then," Beverly said smugly.
"That is the understatement of the year," Florence replied.
The two women exchanged small talk while they straightened themselves prior to departing from school.
"I guess that I can assume that we'll be seeing more of each other," the lovely Beverly proposed to the other woman.
"I certainly hope so," Florence answered. "This was one of the more thrilling experiences that I've had in ages. By the way, Beverly, I'm not strictly a woman lover. I am very fond of a hard cock now and then. As a matter-of-fact, I'd like to share a cock with you sometime. Maybe one of these days we can plan on spending an evening at my house and I'll invite a third party to join us. Do you think that you'd like that?"
"I'd love it," Beverly said. "I love to fuck also. Now, I think that we'd better get out of here. I have a dozen things to do as I'm going out of town for the weekend and I don't want to leave any loose ends."
"Okay," the librarian remarked. "See you tomorrow then."
The two women left the library and departed the building. They waved goodbye as they headed for their cars in preparation for heading for home.
Beverly sat behind the wheel of her car prior to starting the engine. What the hell did I get myself into, she wondered? I had no idea in the world that Florence Coolidge, the attractive widow, was so oversexed, she said to herself.
Hundreds of thoughts raced through her mind as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed for her small apartment some twelve blocks away.