Time For Lunch!

Entering the cafeteria, Aaron was momentarily stunned as everyone fell silent and turned to see his entrance. The Eerily synchronized display of interest was disconcerting to put it mildly but he soldiered on and got in line to get his lunch. Aaron tried to distract himself with thoughts of what he was going to have for lunch but he had the strangest feeling that the eyes of every Girl and maybe even a few of the Guys were on him. Normally on a good day he was ignored with corporate-level indifference or the recipient of snide mocking laughter behind his back but the whole atmosphere was different today. The girls and what's more his teachers looked at him with such desire he could almost feel the heat radiating from their intense stares while the guys looked at him with what he felt was some combination of Envy and Loathing. The loathing he could understand because they hated him from the start but the Envy... That one really puzzled him.

"Probably just imagining things. Yeah, That's It!," Aaron finally decided as his turn came in line to make his order.

One of the great things about Bayside was the menu... Since all the students here were members of extremely rich families even something as mundane as lunch was something to behold. There were Five Gourmet chefs and they had access to only the best and freshest ingredients from all over the world so if a student had the money they could buy or have virtually anything made for them, however, Exotic or hard to get.

Aaron decided on a two different varieties of Russian Caviar, A wedge of Danish blue cheese, Quail eggs, New England Clam Chowder and a glass of orange juice... An unusual combination but then again since regaining the ability to eat without having to take his meals intravenously or through a machine he had had a number of odd cravings especially for increasingly rich foods. Aaron merely attributed his cravings to puberty, The fact that his long deprived body was trying to catch up to where it should have already been years ago, and lest we forget the experimental nanotech he used to repair his injuries which he knew caused strange shifts in appetite as a side-effect.

Ms. Johnson was busy marking down who had gotten their lunch and putting payment for said lunch in her lockbox when Aaron arrived with his tray. Being the last in line Aaron wasn't in any hurry so he just stood there for a few minutes just enjoying the fact that he was standing... on his own.. without help... It was an absolutely fantastic feeling that only someone who has been deprived of such a simple pleasure for a long time can truly appreciate and Aaron did appreciate it because even after regaining the use of his legs not to mention his arms and the rest of him nearly 3 years ago he still saw every step and every breath as a privilege and he worked hard to keep that privilege, re-educating his muscles with rigorous physical therapy and a scientifically-designed workout regimen.

Everyday Aaron felt himself getting stronger and faster. He just assumed it was natural given the changes he was undergoing but what if it was something else entirely. At any rate, Aaron had no time to ruminate on such things as Ms. Johnson finally saw someone waiting patiently and as she looked up she gasped slightly at the outline in the crotch of Aaron's pants which was huge. Aaron was still slightly aroused from his encounter in the hall and his excited member pulsed almost imperceptibly against his right thigh.

Ms. Johnson was paralyzed momentarily by her neglected libido surging to life and she felt herself getting wet at the sight of Aaron's impressive sized bulge... He breathing became a labored pant, her pupils dilated to the size of tea saucers, her skin flushed, and she began to perspire. And all within seconds of setting eyes on Aaron's cock or the suggestion of it through his pants anyway.

From Aaron's perspective, He saw a beautiful older woman gripping the sides of the counter of her small cubicle, her enchanting green eyes almost entirely consumed by the pin prick of darkness at their center... She was breathing hard and fast like she'd run a marathon, her head was twisting from side to side as her grip on the counter increased to white knuckle status. It was as if she were fighting some sort of invisible **** and she were in a battle for her very sanity.

Aaron was getting worried because something seemed very wrong so he reached through the pay window to shake her out of whatever it was she experiencing but as Aaron reached toward her the pressure assaulting her mind and body only increased... She began unconsciously thrusting her hips forward... faster and faster as Aaron's hand moved closer until her head flew back and her face turned toward the ceiling and when his fingers made contact with her shoulder, "Ms. Johnson, Are YOU Alright?" Her head dropped so that she was looking straight ahead, Her jaw set in a tight clench as her pupils shrank and her breathing while still ragged slowed... That is until his entire hand rested on her shoulder and suddenly she felt a powerful heat rising up from deep inside her, from where she did not know but it was like nothing she had ever felt because with it the heat brought pleasure... Boundless and indescribable pleasure.

"Ms. Johnson, Are YOU Alright?," Aaron said again shaking her this time, The combination of his Unusual European sounding accent which no one else in his family possessed with the exception of his Father or so he was told and his touch propelled Ms. Johnson's exquisite ecstasy to even greater heights. She merely stared at Aaron with a look of wide-eyed shock in her eyes and a tiny dribble of drool escaping the corner of her mouth as she moaned lightly.

When she was finally aware enough to realize that there was someone in front of her never mind talking to and shaking her, Her gaze was drawn to Aaron's magnificent yellow eyes and the moment she locked eyes with him she felt an intense electrical tingle explode from her throbbing clit and travel up her spine like a bolt of lightning slamming into her brain with teeth rattling **** causing everything to go bright white then as the world around her slowly materialized around her again the first thing she saw Aaron standing there with a look of worry on his face.

In that moment, She felt so aroused that it wouldn't have taken much to send her plummeting into the precipice of lust she was dangling over and cause her to rip her clothes off and leap at Aaron but somehow she managed to keep ahold of herself.

Aaron withdrew his hand when he saw her coming out of whatever it was that had happened to her. Ms. Johnson felt cold without the warmth of Aaron's touch and she shivered... Goosebumps popping up all over her body like thousands of pleasure hungry mouths starving for the taste of his skin. She had to fight the almost irresistible urge to grab his hand and kiss it... To lick his fingers and rub his hand all over her feverish body.

Once Aaron had completely removed his arm from the pay window, Ms. Johnson began to breathe easier and her senses returned though changed somehow... Everything seemed new and heightened almost as if she were experiencing it all for the first time. Every color seemed brighter, every sound sharper, every one of her senses felt amplified. Her sense of touch was particularly maddening because her tight blouse and skirt felt like the firm, caressing hands of many men eagerly exploring her body. She was cursing herself for wearing panties today of all days because as sensitive as her skin was every where else her ass and pussy were ten times more sensitive so every time she made the slightest movement she had a small but intense orgasm. In the span of a few seconds she'd already had 23 and they felt incredible but they were taking alot out of her both physically and emotionally.

Ms. Johnson wasn't sure just how much more she could take before she collapsed into a puddle of her own cum, quivering like a junkie dying for a fix... Screaming and begging for cock but she bravely pushed ahead trying desperately with whatever strength she had left to maintain the illusion of normalcy as she greeted Aaron, gritting her teeth as the sound of her own voice sent thrills of excitement up and down her spine. Every breath that filled her nostrils was heavy with Aaron's masculine pheromones making her clit burn with desire and the very act of breathing stimulated her nipples which were even more sensitive than the rest of her now was. The madness from before was threatening to carry her away again but she fought it as best she could with the last remaining shred of her waning strength.

After a minute or two of assurances that she was okay and then some polite chit chat in which Ms. Johnson's attention was almost completely focused on her own weight on the stool she was sitting on which in her hyper-sensitive state was about to make her cum again and the incessant **** rubbing of her ass back and forth on the stool was not helping her remain calm... But instead it was deepening her madness.

"That WILL be $375.," She squeaked trying not to cum.

Aaron slid the money for his meal across the counter toward her and said, "Have A Nice Day, Ms. Johnson." His every word was like a sucker punch to her G-spot that had her screaming her brains out with pleasure... Inside anyway... Outside she trembled and shook weakly.

Ms. Johnson was a little too eager when she reached for the money so that she could hurry off and masturbate somewhere and she grazed Aaron's finger... The electricity from the brief skin to skin contact traveling straight to her nipples which were painfully restrained by the tight blouse Ms. Johnson was wearing. Aaron was already heading toward the tables to sit down and enjoy his meal so was unaware of the effect he had had on her and he didn't see what happened next.