After sticking my boob under the hand dryer for about 10 minutes, the wet spot on my shirt disappeared. I checked myself in the mirror, gathered up strength and walked out of the ladies room. When I came out, only a few people remained, Mr. Lambert was no where in sight. I felt relieved but I’ll be honest, I was also disappointed. There, I said it. Did I really think I could fool myself? How stupid is that? Like it was a coincidence that I primped for a parent/teacher meeting and just so happened to stop by Victoria’s Secret earlier that day where somehow, a new, sexy bra and panties set ended up my bag? I’m not doing it for him, no way. I always wear sexy undies to PTA meetings. What an ass I am.
Anyway, I headed to my car, there were only a few left in the lot, one parked next to mine. It was dark, I didn’t see anyone in the other car so I was startled when the passenger window rolled down as I unlocked my door. I spun around and there he was.
“Did I scare you? I thought you saw me. Sorry”.
“No, it’s just so dark. I. . .” — I what Nicole? Think of something. I…I…I want to show you my new panties. — “So, great meeting tonight”. That’s what you decided to say? Holy shit.
He laughed at me. “I guess…if you’re starved for excitement”. And then came the look. “You hungry?”
“For excitement?” I asked, totally clueless.
He laughed at me again. “No, for food. I haven’t eaten yet.”
Could I look like a bigger ass in front of this guy? “Well, I ate before the meeting”. The answer is, YES! You can look like a bigger ass!
“Yes, Mister Lambert”.
“Get in the car”, he smiled. I guess I wasn’t fooling him either.
I got in the car. I sat there, frozen. I was so nervous I couldn’t even look at him.
I could hardly breathe. I felt him staring at me. “Yes?”
He leaned in closer. I felt his hot breath in my ear, then he whispered. . .”I like it when you call me Mister Lambert”.
Something inside me switched “on”. That was fucking dirty…and I liked it.
He turned my face toward him and kissed me…hard. No easing into it. I felt like I was going to explode. He unbuttoned my shirt. I felt dizzy, the windows were steaming up. I started getting a god damned hot flash. He kissed down my neck, over my breast then…he bit my nip. I gasped. Suddenly the background music seemed to turn into a porn soundtrack…chicka pow wow.
“Oh Mister Lambert”!