A Snowballs Chance In Hell

I was actually in Junior High School when the catalyst for one of the key scenes in this book took place.  I think it was eighth or ninth grade and a snowball, a girl's gym teacher and I, were definitely involved. When I was young, I had a real thing for older women and the largest group of older women that I knew were teachers.

She laughed and slammed a handful of snow at my open collar, grinding it into my chest. Her eyes were sparkling with delight, not even a hint that I may have gone too far. I took that as a sign and smashed a handful of snow against her chest, a lame cover for mauling her breasts.

God, her little tits were almost solid muscle, her nipples like chiseled granite and sexy as hell.

“You bad boy,” she cooed as she slid her arm between us and crushed a handful of snow against my crotch. She laughed again like we were playing, but left her hand there and stroked my quickly hardening cock through my pants. The look in her bright eyes changed, from delight to something else, something needy. I unzipped her jacket a bit and slipped my hand inside, under her shirt and her sports bra, pinching her taut nipple with a hard twist.

She closed her eyes and moaned.

I looked around and we were alone in the trees. I leaned down and we shared a very cold, light kiss. I started to pull back but Miss Tate grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in. There was nothing light or gentle this time. She kissed me open-mouthed and our tongues fought lustily. I hungrily sucked at her tongue and I saw surprise in her eyes when I pulled it hard into my mouth, feasting on it. We moaned together with need.

I broke the kiss, sliding my hot tongue over her icy face and blowing hot breath into her ear whispered, “You are so sexy.” Her hand squeezed my cock some more.

“So are you.” She moved her hand up and slid it inside my pants and my jocks. Wrapping her icy fingers around my bare cock, she stroked me with firm sure movements.

“Oh fuck, that’s cold” I gasped.

Her hand kept stroking me. “I can think of a few ways to warm it up,” she sighed. Despite the cold, her eyes were smoldering with hot desire. “I could probably help you with that.”

“Really?

“Want me to show you?” Her eyes bore into me and she was now squeezing as she pulled on my cock in a firm milking motion. I stopped noticing the cold, enjoying the feel of her fingers wound around my throbbing dick. I could not believe she was jacking me off and suggesting more. I wondered how far she would go, how far I could push it.

I leaned down to her, our lips almost touching. “I think I would enjoy that, but I would really like to make you feel good as well.” Her eyes grew wide and she smiled.

“I think that might be arranged,” she whispered, then looked from side to side. “But not here.”

I realized we were taking a huge chance doing this with a crowd of fellow students and a couple other teachers in the woods around us. I sat up and tried to move off of her, but she held my cock in a vice grip, slowly stroking me. “I’m not done with this, not by a long shot.”

She gripped me one more time then slithered her hand out of my pants, “Keep that warm for me, OK?”

I reached down and cupped her pussy through her pants, “I will if you will.”

She moaned lightly, “Oh yeah, Harry, I will. Though it is far past being just warm.”