I Fucked the Dad at the School Drop-off

It started with our usual good morning nod

“Great,” I mumbled, looking at the fuel gauge in my car.

I’d left filling up to the last moment. There was no way I’d make it to work.

“Come on sweety, let’s get you into school,” I said, opening the car door.

The school drop-off was especially manic this morning.

“I already have no energy for the week,” I said.

“What mom?” my daughter asked.

“Nothing, honey. Here’s your bag. Daddy will pick you up later, okay?”

“Okay, mom!”

I kissed her before she ran across the schoolyard to join her friends.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw him, kneeling to hug his daughter before she ran off. He looked at me and nodded. I’d been greeting him every morning for the last few weeks. It became something I looked forward to at the drop-off. A small treat. I felt quite disappointed the one morning his wife dropped their daughter instead.

“Hectic morning, isn’t it?” I said.

It was the first time we spoke.

“She speaks!” he joked, walking over to me.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” I said.

“I’m James,” he said.

“Lucy,” I smiled.

“Well, Lucy, it’s nice to finally hear your voice,” James said.

“Hey, I’m not a social butterfly like you. I drop Amy off and then I need to run off to work,” I protested.

“No need to explain,” he chuckled, holding both hands in the air.

“Not that I’d make it today. Long story, my car is out of gas. It died as I arrived this morning.”

“Is this your way of hinting for a ride?” he said.

That cheeky grin again.

“No, no!” I laughed.

My face felt hot.

“I can give you a ride to the closest gas station. At least let me do that,” he offered.

I looked at my watch.

“Thank you, James.”

We walked to his spacious car, and he opened the door for me.

“Here you go, ma’am,” he said, bowing down.

“You’re an idiot,” I giggled.

He jumped in the driver’s side.

“Oops,” I said, pulling my skirt back down.

Did he see my stockings? I forgot how the skirt rode up when I sat down.

“I don’t mind,” he said, looking at me.

My heart thundered in my chest. This was my cue to get out of the car and get a cab. Instead, I parted my legs a little, allowing the skirt to ride up again, exposing my thighs. James’ eyes fixated on my black thigh-high stockings.

“You have beautiful legs,” he said.

He placed his hand on my thigh. My mind was screaming for me to get out. But instead, I opened my legs more. James could now see my panties. His hand moved between my thighs, grazing my pussy lips.

“James,” I said.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“Yes!” my mind shouted at me.

“No.”

I reached over and unzipped his jeans. I pulled his rock-hard erection out.

“That’s what you do to me, Lucy. Every day,” he said.

I wrapped my hand around his veiny cock. My wedding ring glistened against the skin of his shaft.

“We can’t do this; we’re both married,” I said.

James curled a finger into the side of my panties.

“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling his finger sliding between my puffy pussy lips.

His finger circled my nub before moving up and down my wet slit.

“Should we stop?” he asked again.

I moved my hand up and down his pulsating shaft. I looked out the window. Every single person had disappeared. It went from a bustling madhouse to a ghost town in a matter of minutes.

“We can’t do it here,” I finally said. “And my oldest is at home.”

“My wife’s at home. But I know a place,” James said.

He pulled his finger from my panties. I grabbed his hand and sucked his finger, tasting myself. It’s something I’d never done before, but at that moment, it felt incredibly erotic.

“I knew you were trouble,” James said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

A minute later he pulled into a dirt road.

“Do you bring all the school moms here?” I asked.

Without a word, he leaned over and kissed me. He kissed me with the kind of passion that had been missing for the last few years of my life. I hiked my skirt up and climbed onto his lap. James groped my tits and kissed my neck. I pulled my panties to the side and guided his throbbing erection into my soaking cunt. He ripped my blouse open and pulled my bra up.

“Holy fucking shit,” I gasped, feeling him stretching me.

I rode him hard, my tits flopping up and down. He grabbed each breast, wrapping his lips around my areolae as he sucked hard on my nipples.

“Your tits are fucking amazing,” he panted.

Compliments. I forgot they existed.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked.

The car was rocking with loud moaning and the wet sounds of intense sex.

I ignored him and rode him harder. My mind went blank as an intense jolt surged through my body. I whimpered and gasped, my body shaking uncontrollably as I climaxed hard.

The next moment I felt James’ cock throbbing deep inside me. He grunted as he exploded, sending a jet of cum deep into my womb. His fingers dug into my hips as he railed me hard and fast. My pussy was still contracting, milking his cock of every last drop.

I pulled my body to the side as his cock plopped out with a loud squelch. His cum oozed from my ravaged opening, leaking onto his car seat.

“Sorry,” I said after regaining my breath.

“It was worth it,” he smiled.

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