Follow her and console her...

The sobbing surprises you and looking about gingerly, you slip into the bathroom after her.

She at the sink in front of the mirror sobbing softly and tugging futilely at her cloths when you come enter, she sees you in the mirror and spins around embarrassed;

“Who are you? You’re not a teacher here, are you student? You can’t be in here if you’re a student.”

“I’m not a student.” You tell her gently “Though I just met your daughter today, what’s wrong?”

At your show of concern she begins crying again.

“My cloths are too tight!” She almost wails, “I knew it looked a little tight this morning but my husband keeps telling me I’m getting fat and… and…”

“What a dick.” You tell her seriously as she breaks down into sobbing.

It’s true; for every beautiful woman, somewhere there is a guy who is tired of fucking her.

The sight of her there; beautiful, distressed and almost bursting free of her cloths isn’t cooling your lust for her at all. You reach out and lift her face until she is looking into your eyes.

“I think you look amazing.” You tell her seriously then add with a mental twist “Any man who says otherwise isn’t worth your time… or body.”

Her eyes are big and green as the sea. They go blank for a second then flare back into life more gorgeous then before.

“Do you think so?” she says with a hint of pleading in her voice.

“I do.” You tell her dropping your hands from her face to rest gently on the tops of her bulging breasts. “If you don’t believe me you can see for yourself.”

She looks uncertain about your touching her but when she looks down at the large bulge in your pants there is nothing uncertain there.

“Oh my god…” She whispers then looks back up at you, “are you sure you’re not a student?”

You just laugh and then slipping an arm around her narrow waist, you kiss her deep and thoroughly. Her eyes widen in alarm at first then close as she melts against you kissing you back passionately. The kiss is electric and long until she breaks away, leaning back against the sink smiling and breathing heavily. Her hands run down your chest towards your belt as she looks up at you shyly…

“I don’t even know your name!” she exclaims breathily.

“John”

…and then you are tearing at each others clothes.

She has barely got your t-shirt off before you rip her jacket open sending the remaining buttons bouncing across the floor. Her tits are fantastic; a perfect pair of DDs in a soft blue bra. She squeezes out of the tight skirt to reveal matching panties and those smooth inviting thighs you had glimpsed earlier. Her skin is smooth and perfect, her stomach soft but flat and you can’t help but to stare longingly as she drops your jeans about your ankles.

Her tears have dried now and a look of yearning is in those large green eyes. She pulls you up against her and you press her back against the sink again.

“Well?” she asks softly “What do you have for me?”