Catalina Loves

Isn’t it interesting when you find out that someone you would never suspect is a little freaky? Actually, it’s the best when that happens, in my opinion. It happened to me recently. It was the end of the school year and I was talking to the Mom of one of my students (or shall I say a MILF of one of my students?) I’m going to call her Rose, but obviously that’s not her real name. So there we were, Rose and I, standing in my classroom talking about her daughter’s progress over the year in Spanish. I commented that she looked great, she commented that she didn’t even have a bra on. Hmmmm…. interesting response. The conversation shifted gears and suddenly we were talking about sex. What began as “You really should get a tutor for her over the summer” turned in to “Why don’t you come over and we’ll break open a bottle of wine and go for a swim this evening? Bring your husband with you. It’ll be fun. Jeff will be home and they can hang out together.”

Fast forward 10 hours: I didn’t know what to expect, so I didn’t expect anything. But I did hope that I hadn’t misinterpreted her invitation earlier. It wasn’t so much what she said as much as how she said it. Now I was second-guessing myself, questioning whether or not I just read too much into it. I felt absolutely sure of myself though as soon as Rose opened the door. The energy in the house felt like sex. Her energy felt like sex. She led us out to the pool and we sat around for a while and talked about kids and weather and work and upcoming trips. We finished off a bottle of wine and smoked a couple of joints and started to feel relaxed. Rose stood up and grabbed me by the hand and said, “Come on, you haven’t even had the tour yet.” We headed towards the patio door and I looked over my shoulder and saw that my husband and Jeff were content talking music.

I got the formal tour, and then I got the VIP tour to the part of the house that guests are not normally allowed into — the master suite. We laid on their bed on our backs, feeling a little tipsy from the wine, and out of the blue (well, out of the blue haze of sex that was lingering in the air) she said, “Do you want to kiss?”

“What?” I asked. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. Totally serious. I’ve been wanting to kiss you all evening.”

I didn’t even respond. Instead, I leaned in for the kiss. We stayed there for a while, making out and touching each other, until we had a moment of clarity and realized that our husbands would be looking for us if we didn’t return. We gathered ourselves and then decided to change into our swimsuits and go for a swim. I returned with mine on to find her standing completely naked in her closet. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Come in here,” she said. I followed her into the closet and closed the door behind me. If they did come in there to look for us, I doubted that they would look in the closet.

I grabbed her and turned her around and pushed her up against the closet door, kissing her hard on the lips. My hands went immediately to her breasts, each one rubbing her nipples between my finger and thumb the way I know I like it to be done to me. She let out a little moan. I let go of her nipples and grabbed her hands, lacing her fingers between mine and pinning her arms up over her head. I moved toward her neck and kissed her roughly, leaving marks that she would call and whisper to me on the phone the next day. I reached down to feel that she was wet and started to just tickle her lips, teasing her to make her open up her legs to give me access. She responded and I slowly slid one finger into her. Again, she let out a moan that told me I was doing the right thing at the right time. I made her beg for another finger. And then another, until I had three fingers inside of her fucking her and my thumb on her clit. She got off within moments. I handed her the bikini she had set out for swimming and told her to put it on and meet me at the pool and kissed her, leaving to return to my husband.

The remainder of the evening Rose and I shared a delicious secret. Whenever we were alone together we would kiss and touch each other. And then finally, like all good things, the night ended. We went home, and on our way home, my husband said, “Catalina. I know that you think you got away with something tonight, but you didn’t. Jeff and I know what you two were doing in the closet. We were listening through the door. When we get home, your ass is in so much trouble. You are going to be spanked for being so naughty and you will confess every single detail to me.”

PS: I am adding this little paragraph because Rose called me this morning to tell me about a party she’s having Monday evening that I am expected to attend… hmmmmmm. Funny little coincidence.