An old but attractive face

“Taking a break from the noise in there as well?”

Carla turned and immediately recognised her old English teacher, Miss Bates.

“Oh, Miss Bates, sorry. I didn’t see you there. Yeah, I’m just taking a breather, it’s a bit much in there for me,” Carla said, feeling the same panic come over her like she did when she was in her class. There was something about the woman, her stern gaze as she looked at her over her glasses, which had always unsettled Carla, she didn’t know why.

Miss Bates seemingly could sense her panic. She smiled widely, something Carla wasn’t used to seeing. “Please, Miss DeAngelo, we’re not in class anymore, you can relax around me now, I’m off duty,” she joked.

“Sorry, it’s just the old anxiety kicking in,” Carla said sheepishly, not daring to look at her.

“Well, stop it, I’m not that scary. Out of work at least,” she said with a wink, her smile was surprisingly calming. Carla wondered why she was ever nervous around her.

“Ok,” Carla smiled back, now daring to look at her. She noticed that she barely seemed to have aged in the 10 years since she had seen her last.

She must be in her late 50's, maybe even early 60's yet she could easily pass for a woman in her early 40’s. Her blonde hair, which had grayed somewhat, was pulled back in a bun, still looked glossy and healthy. Her blue eyes glimmered back from behind her glasses, her full lips pursed in a smirk. Carla was struck by how attractive the woman was. She had never really noticed when in her class, always too scared of her to really notice. She could also see the shape of her body now, seeing her out of the usual suits or sweaters she would wear at school. Tonight, wearing a white dress that went to her knees, Carla was shocked to see just how curvaceous the woman was. Her body looked amazing. Her extremely large breasts looked like they could spill out of the tight form-fitting outfit any moment and her wide hips gave her an amazingly sexy, feminine figure. A stylish, practical pair of black heels finished off the look. The outfit showed a confident, sexy woman. Carla couldn't help but stare openly at the sexy older woman.

"Do I look so different out of my work gear?" Miss Bates smiled down at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Carla said, feeling embarrassed at being caught looking that way at her former teacher.

Miss Bates chuckled. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I understand that I look different from how you normally have seen me,” she said, touching Carla lightly on the shoulder, her hand staying there. “I do sometimes like to dress up and let my hair down, so to speak.”

“You look amazing, Miss Bates,” Carla said, looking back at her.

“Oh, careful, or you’ll have me blushing as well,” she said, causing Carla to notice how flushed her cheeks had gotten.

“And please call me Mary, we are no longer teacher and student now,” she smiled while gently stroking Carla’s shoulder.

“Ok, Mary, you can call me Carla then,” she replied, laughing rather manically, still nervous around her former teacher.

Mary smiled back at Carla, amused at her behaviour. “Come, let’s sit down over there,” leading Carla firmly by the arm, taking her to a table in the corner. They sat across from each other. Mary ordered a bottle of wine, not even consulting Carla, she ordered for the two of them. Carla didn’t protest and was happy for her to take charge.

The two ladies chatted for a while and very soon the bottle was finished and a new one arrived in its place. Already halfway through that bottle, Carla was feeling the effects of the wine, feeling very happy and relaxed, not as intimidated by her former teacher as she was at the start of the evening, she actually really enjoyed her company.

Suddenly, as Mary was busy talking about former students and things that had happened in her classes, Carla felt Mary’s foot, free of her shoe, sliding up her leg, slowly stroking her thigh. Carla froze, unsure of what to do, she just let it happen. Whether it was the effects of the wine or if she was just happy in Mary’s company. Does Mary know what she is doing? Is she doing it on purpose, or does she not realize it's Carla's leg? She decides to ignore it, it's not doing any harm, and besides, she is enjoying herself why ruin it? Mary stared over her glasses across at Carla as if nothing was happening under the table, a wide smile on her face. The conversation turned to when Carla was at school.

“You were always one of my favorite girls,” Mary said.

This surprised Carla, who had always thought Miss Bates disliked her, despite her being a good student. She always felt like Miss Bates demanded more from her or wasn't satisfied, even though she was one of the top students in the class.

“Really?” Carla asked. “I always thought you hated me. I was always terrified when you would look down your glasses at me, never smiling or praising my work.”

“I'm more into tough love,” Mary joked back, smiling. “I had a reputation for being a hard ass, I couldn't show favoritism, and besides, I knew how smart you were, so I would always push you for more, knowing your capabilities.”

Mary's smile put Carla at ease, she was surprised how nice she was, regretting that she used to fear her so much. Carla felt comforted and calm in her presence. The mature woman had a power and aura about her that made Carla feel warm and protected.

She now felt Mary's foot move higher, toes rubbing the inside of her thigh. It was unmistakable that she was doing it on purpose now, it was a deliberate act. Carla didn't seem to mind, though. She knew that she should tell the woman to stop or move her leg away, she couldn't explain why, but she allowed the woman to do as she liked, as if she was under her spell, she just smiled back at the woman.

Mary suddenly asked Carla about her marriage.

“How do you know I'm married?" Carla asked.

Mary points to the ring on Carla's index finger. Carla laughed. “Oh, yeah, of course. I've been married for 5 years, since we left college.”

“Any kids?” Mary asks.

“No, not any plans yet.”

“You don't want any?” Mary asks softly, peppering Carla with questions.

“Not at the moment, no, and to tell you the truth, the marriage isn't exactly rosy at the moment.”

“Oh?” Mary asks, sipping her wine, getting Carla to continue.

“Yeah, things haven't been good for a few years now. We recently moved back into the area and I thought a fresh start might help, but it hasn't. Things are even worse if anything,” Carla said, happy to let loose about her unhappy marriage.

“Yeah, unfortunately moving doesn't leave your problems there, they come with you wherever you go,” Mary says. “Have you thought about leaving him?”

“Almost every day,” Carla replies. “I doubt he would even notice if I did leave,” she adds sadly. “He barely acknowledges my existence as it is.”

“Nonsense,” Mary says. “How could he not miss someone such as you. The man's a fool to take a beauty such as yourself for granted.”

Carla blushes. Hearing the former English teacher that she used to be terrified of talk like that about her was quite comforting.

Mary leaned across and softly says, “I certainly wouldn't take you for granted. I would let you know each day how truly amazing you are.”

Carla smiled, a warm feeling in her stomach which was not related to the ****, tingles flew through her body as Mary put her hand on top of hers, fingers lightly caressing her hand. Carla was confused by what she was feeling. Was this mature woman flirting with her? Was she flirting back? And if so why couldn't she stop.

“So, Mary,” Carla says after a few moments of the two staring into each other's eyes as legs intertwined and hands held, her breath short, trying to compose herself.

“Are you married or in a relationship?”

“Oh, no. I mean there have been several women,” she says, staring deep into Carlas eyes. “But I never got fully tied down. I guess I'm a free lover,” she laughs.

“So you are gay?” Carla asked seriously.

Mary chuckled. “I thought everybody knew, wasn't that the rumour that went around school?” Mary joked.

Carla had heard several rumours about Miss Bates and other women over the years. Various wild ones about her being seen with other female teachers, even students and parents.

“Well there were rumours, but I never really cared for rumours,” Carla said.

“Well I guess the rumour mill was right then,” Mary laughed.

“What about you, have you ever been with a women,” Mary asked suddenly.

Carla was taken aback by the sexual question.

“Well, I mean, I've experimented a small amount,” Carla stammers.

“Not gone the full way, more just making out,” Carla admitted, surprised she was freely talking this way to her former strict teacher.

Mary smiled. “Women know what a woman wants. And can only truly please the sensuous female body.”

Carla felt herself warm up even more as Mary leaned in and was almost whispering to her. Carla dared not look up. Mary moved her position so she was sitting next to Carla.

“You've grown into such a beautiful woman, Carla. So beautiful in body and spirit.”

She spoke directly in her ear. Her hand had now replaced her foot on the inside of Carla's thigh.

“If your husband can't see that he is a fool.”

Carla turned to look at Miss Bates, whose eyes were alive with passion, their faces now only separated by an inch of air between them. Mary moved some hair out of Carla's eyes to behind her ear. Carla smiled, gave a nervous giggle. Her body trembled, she longed for the older woman's touch. Her body was giving in, screaming for more, she felt a prisoner to Mary, but a willing one.

“I host a small gathering once a week. A get-together of like-minded friends, people are allowed to bring a guest, and you will be my plus one,” Mary said, telling, not asking Carla.

“A date?” Carla joked.

“Yes, as my date. What do you think about that?”

Mary's face was still so close to hers. Her cleavage almost inviting Carla in, her hand sending tremors through her body as her fingers traced across her upper thigh. Carla just nodded, unable to get any words out.

“Good,” Mary said with a knowing smile.

She reached into her bag and got out a business card. All my information is on there, she said, placing it in Carla's hand.

“It's at my house at 7 pm on Wednesday. Just bring yourself, I have everything else.”

“Well, I must be going, Carla,” she said.

Carla was about to reply before suddenly Mary bridged the small gap between them and landed a soft, beautiful kiss on Carla's lips. It only lasted a few seconds, but it sent shockwaves throughout Carla’s body. She couldn’t remember feeling like this ever before. The mature woman had left Carla longing for more than just a brief kiss. She couldn't believe the state she had gotten in.

Mary stood, briefly adjusted her dress before walking away, hips swaying in the tight-fitting dress. Carla breathlessly watched her leave, trying to control herself after the exchange. Mary turned back and smiled at Carla,

“I look forward to seeing you again,” she added as she turned on her heel and left.

Carla, still in shock as to what had happened. Did I just kiss Miss Bates and agree to be her date at a party? Carla thought.

How did it happen? She couldn't explain the last moments almost a blur. She couldn't explain it, but she knew that she couldn't wait to see her again. She had fallen under the sexy woman's trance and was excited as to what was next.

She sat alone for a few minutes and caught her breath. She looked around the room and noticed it was empty. Had it always been? She couldn't care if a thousand people had been there, she wanted to kiss her back, but she was glad however that nobody had seen it. When she had calmed down and composed herself somewhat, she made her way back into the main room, still replaying the moment in her head.