At the PTA Auction: Chapter 1
My spouse Lucy and I have been married for four years. We began our romance at a little Midwestern college where I was a computer science degree candidate, while Lucy was pursuing her teaching credentials.
Upon finishing, I immediately enrolled in graduate school, while Lucy got employed as a high school history instructor. We wedded a year after.
Lucy truly cherished teaching. With her initial classroom moments, it was clear that she had a natural gift; she had amusing humor and good rapport with the students, making everyone feel at ease around her - from the popular students and queen bees to the shy, nerdy type. Everybody adored her.
Lucy possesses a relaxed, vibrant and inviting personality that draws people in. I, on the other hand, am a more reserved person. While I appreciate socializing, I don't effortlessly charm a room like she does.
Lucy's eyes sparkle when she gazes at you - a pair of mesmerizing hazel eyes - accompanied by her cute round face framed by a halo of shiny auburn curls. When she smiles, the world seems brighter.
Her physique is appealing, too, with small C or B-cup breasts (I'm unsure of the exact size, but I like them), and slightly broader hips. I adore Lucy’s bottom - the ideal size; not too much but just curvy enough to contemplate the list of duties it can accomplish. A typical Midwestern girl, if you understand the reference.
When Lucy walks to school in her summer dress on warm days, I visualize every student in her classes getting hard-ons for her… Sorry, not the plot here. Be patient.
A year after receiving my master's degree, I received an attractive job offer from a technology company based in California. The position suits my intentions perfectly, and the income was remarkable (although living costs in the San Francisco Bay Area are considerably higher than our current college town). It seemed like a sound decision, but it implies a significant shift.
We talked about it - I didn't want to recklessly move only for my employment - Lucy thought this was a significant step for my career and agreed.
Everyone at Lucy's school was downhearted upon hearing the news but sympathized. The principal of her existing school even contacted the principal of a private school in the city where we'd be relocating, singing her praises. This new institution is the kind of place where CEOs and hedge fund managers send their children.
The new principal called Lucy, and after brief conversation, she offered a middle school Social Studies position. She was delighted.
"It'll indicate a change from high school," she noted, "Yet I think the diversity brings fun."
We were packing up our possessions, readying to leave our three-bedroom rental home for a small condo in California. A muggy day, even with the fans turned on, we were drenched in sweat as we hauled cartons and furniture to the truck in our front yard.
I put my arms around Lucy from behind, pulling her tresses to the side, and kissed the back of her neck. She embraced me.
"Thank you," I whispered. "Although you haven't grumbled, I understand this isn't simple. It mustn't be simple to leave a place you enjoy for some place alien."
Lucy wrapped her hands around my waist.
"It's frightening, but since I know we are in this together, I can manage. Whatever happens, we can handle it as a duo."
I put my hands under Lucy's T-shirt and sensed her smooth, sweaty tummy. Her hands navigated down to squeeze my ass through my jeans as we both attempted to stay connected - me pressed against her from behind, one hand caressing her breast while the other has delved into her shorts and underwear, stroking her unshaven mound wet with the day's heat and her own juices.
Lucy skillfully unbuttoned my pants and jeans, bringing my cock out into the open. She slowly] stroked me, then pushed me away. She took two steps to bend over the small sofa we were removing to the truck.
She pulled down her shorts and panties to her knees, then leaned forward and spread her legs for me. Her ass shone, her pink vagina dripping.
"I'm glad we didn't transport that sofa out," I mentioned, “It’d be so hot to fuck outside with people watching us.”
This experience turned out better than I anticipated, so I held onto her hips and drove myself deep, thrusting into her passionately. She moved her hips in sync with me, her t-shirt hanging loosely, dropping sweat on the couch.
At the end of it all, I came inside her, and she removed her panties to wipe the seeping cum off her leg.
"That was incredible," she raved. "Let's now focus on getting everything packed up."
We packed our belongings and set out on a road trip to the West Coast, unaware of the intense journey that lay ahead.
