My Student Ch 8

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Bobby had a surprised grin as I stood at the door, naked. My purse in hand as I twisted the knob. My nerves were buzzing, my nipples completely erect. Still daylight outside, there were several houses in the area that my front door was visible from. I was feeling daring since flashing the delivery guy. ”Are you coming?” I asked as I pushed the door open.A jolt of fear ran through my body as I heard a lawnmower and a weed eater growling across the street. It would be the yard service that Mr. Lowery uses. His house was directly across from mine. A look in that direction showed me two big mowers running over areas of the large yard. There were two men running weed eaters also. One of the guys was running his weedeater at the mailbox, no more than a hundred feet from my front door. My car was probably sixty feet away. I would be walking straight toward him.Just to be careful I looked to my left where I saw Mr. Bozeman sitting on his back porch talking on his phone. He was facing the backyard but if he turned his head just a little, he would have a clear view. I decided to just walk out to the car, casual. If I ran, I would probably attract attention. “Here goes,” I said with a nervous grin.The man was still doing the sidewalk Escort Sefaköy by the mailbox, but he seemed to concentrate on his work. The two mowers moved at a fast pace so I’m sure that at some point, they would be facing me.I stepped out, purse in hand. My eyes scanned each man in the yard across the street. I was unnoticed for the first few steps but there was a long way to go. My eyes caught some movement to my left. Me. Bozeman had stood up. He was only about twenty feet from me. I kept a steady pace. Bozeman turned to walk to his backdoor. Another forty feet to go. I heard a car speed past. I hoped they hadn’t noticed. My pussy was wetting the insides of my thighs. I had never done anything like this. One of the mowers spun around, driving straight at me. The driver, so far, hadn’t noticed.My pace hadn’t changed. I opened my purse about twenty-five feet from the car and dug for my keys. Still walking I realized that they weren’t in my purse. Stopping dead in my tracks I turned and walked back to the house, my eyes cutting left trying to see if I had been noticed. Being caught would be so fucking hot. Bobby gave me a confused look, but I walked past him and picked the keys up and Yenibosna escort bayan headed back out.I looked straight at my car and walked. If they saw, they saw. Pressing the button at about ten feet from the car, the locks popped up. When I sat in the car, closing the door, I saw Bobby about twenty feet away. The motor turned over a time or two then fired up. My heart was beating like a drum when he slammed his door shut. ”Did anyone see you?”I grinned at Bobby and answered, ”I don’t know, but that was amazing.”;We backed out onto the street just five feet from the guy with the weed eater then sped toward my young student’s house, passing several cars on the way. The sky was darkening by the time we pulled into his driveway. After turning the car off, I looked around the area. There were many houses here. Cars were passing at a steady rate. There were people walking the sidewalks. Surely he didn’t expect me to get out. ”You coming?” Bobby asked with a grin. ”You have to be kidding.””I dared you to come to my house naked,” he said, ”You don’t want to chicken out now, do you?””We are at your house.” I retorted.”We are in my driveway,” he teased, ”The house is over there.””Well Halkalı escort let’s go,” I said, opening my door.  I swung my left leg out, putting my barefoot on the cement drive. Bobby pulled his handle, opening the passenger door. I took a deep breath as if I were going to dive into a pool. Both feet on the ground, I pulled myself up and walked straight to the front door. As I waited for Bobby to unlock the door and let me inside, I looked around to see no one staring or causing a scene. I guess everyone just was busy with their own things. I leaned against the brick wall, my feet apart. Looking around at people walking by, cars passing, my fingers slid over my hip and to my pussy.I was surrendering to the danger and excitement. Losing control of my lust. In the distance, a street light flickered to life. I heard Bobby slide the key into the lock and twist it. I felt so oversexed. Bobby swung the door open and took me by the elbow, leading me in.The door clicked shut behind us and he walked to the hall, ”You can come in if you want.”I let my finger trace down the wood-paneled hall. Looking around the living room and kitchen as I walked past, I could tell that it was a man’s house. A roll of paper towels lay on the table, a pair of socks kicked off in front of an ugly recliner. It smelled like a man’s house.I walked from the dim hall into Bobby’s room. Football and baseball trophies crowded a dresser top. A few bats leaned in a corner. His bed was unmade and small. I sat on it, my naked ass finding comfort on his sheets. 

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