[M/F] Note to self: Married moms from my kid's kindergarten class are off limits. | 2016

Disclaimer: This story is more "story" than "sexy", but I wanted to share and couldn't think of a better place to share it. Also, I wrote this from mobile, so excuse any typos. So here it is. A little about myself first...

I'm 28. I got divorced about 18 months ago. I have a 5 year old daughter (this is relevant). When my wife left me for a guy she had been in love with since high school, I pretty much fell apart for awhile. But over the last 12 months I've really got myself back together finding happiness in other things like my daughter and working out. I didn't really lose much weight, but built a decent amount of muscle and brought my body fat percentage down from 25 to 13. That, paired with a little more attention to style, and I had women flirting with me for the first time in years. So anyways now to the story.

My little girl started kindergarten this fall. My ex had just started a new job and couldn't get a schedule to take her, so I switched my schedule around to go in later. Now while most of the other grades just get dropped off in front of the school, the little ones have to be walked in, with both kindergarten classes being connected to a large activity room. The kids line up in front of the doors waiting for the teacher to let them in, and the parents from both classes huddle up in the 'parent's corner' as I like to call it (very original, right?). At the beginning of the year, pretty much every parent would wait around for the teacher to usher them into the class. But as the weeks went on, the numbers dwindled down until only the 'faithful' remained.

I had gotten friendly with a few, but there was one women who didn't really talk to anybody. She also happened to be one of the only people my age (most were older) and one of the hottest moms I'd ever seen. And when I say 'hot mom' I don't mean it in the stereotypical way. From the no make-up to the everyday ponytail/bun, she radiated stay at home mom. Despite the lack of prep, this girl was gorgeous. She wore dark framed glasses, and at about 5'7 and 130-140 pounds, she was very fit. Somewhat of a hard body (I mean she wasn't Jillian Michaels, but fit stands out like a sore thumb among a group of pudgy parents.) She had fairly long, healthy looking brunette hair. Her wardrobe consisted of graphic tees, hoodies and yogapants/leggings. It was a toss up whether she was wearing running shoes, or slippers ( with white tube socks pulled up over her leggings sometimes.) Obviously she wasn't there for any fashion shows. It didn't stop her from looking hot as hell in those yoga pants though. Her ass was perfect. I'd try to time leaving to walk behind her to the parking lot so I could watch it as I went. It wasn't especially big or anything, but it was pretty damn thick considering how trim she was. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that she probably went commando most of the time considering how painted on her ass those pants were. Her cheeks had a slightly jiggle as she walked, with the fabric usually riding up into her crack. Her pants were usually so tight that the few times she wrote underwear, I could usually see the color bleed through, or the panty line of her thong.

She has a little bit of ink on her left arm and lower stomach giving her a little edge. When paired with the "leave need the fuck alone" look on her face, it made approaching her a little daunting. I knew I didn't have a chance with her due to the ring on her finger (despite the fact she is way out of my league), but who doesn't want to share conversation with a beautiful women? With her daughter being in the other class, there didn't seem to be very many good opportunities to strike up conversion. One day she wore a Vampire Weekend shirt, and as I listen to them too, figured this was as good a chance as any. I asked her if she listened to them and kind if went off from there. It was a little forced and slightly awkward, but it opened the door to causal greetings in the future, so it filled it's purpose. Over the next couple days we chatted a bit. Nothing too engaging. But the day I hit the hot topic of fitness, she opened up like a book. We ended up taking all the way to the parking lot, even for another 20 minutes at her car. We really connected that day, and after eventually tearing myself away to get to work, I drove away gitty like a kid that had just talked to his crush.

A casual friendship kind of developed from there. She was really into cross fit, as I took jabs at her any chance I got. When or daughters became friends (mostly from standing around waiting for us to finish talking), she offered her number so we could hook up for play dates. As the weeks went on, we spent a decent amount of time texting each other. It became ritual to pretty much talk throughout the day at work. She'd send memes, talk about our kids. We'd work our way up to discussing our marriages. Mine failed, her's failing. Her husband had cheated on her back when she was pregnant, things had been rocky ever since. They didn't have sex. She said he had a pretty bad pornography addiction (the jerking it 5 times a day kind) and she had kind of given up on him.

While it started of pretty tame, after about a month things became pretty flirtatious between us. I honestly wasn't intending to try and take it there, I mean I knew what it was like to have your wife be unfaithful, but it just started happening. We'd send each other pictures sometimes. Eventually it morphed into selfies of each other ranging from innocent to pretty riske. As we got more comfortable it wasn't uncommon for us to compliment each other. I'd told her on more than one occasion that she had an amazing ass (as if she didn't know.) One day I sent her a meme of Kenny powers taking shit about cross fit. Her response pretty much knocked me out if my chair.

"You think I got an ass like this from zumba? Tell me when you're ready for a real workout puss!" This message came with an attached example picture of her ass. A shot of adrenaline coursed through me half from embarrassment (I was at my desk at work where anybody walking by could have seen) and half from amazement with how fucking hot she was. I didn't know what to say, and eventually just texted back with:

"Good lord woman"

She sent a smiley face with its tongue out in response. I figured I'd push the envelope of appropriateness and respond accordingly.

"Sure hope there isn't a fire drill or something that makes me have to stand up. I'm pretty sure erections at work are frowned upon by management."

She laughed it off, and questioned the sincerity of said erection jokingly. I obliged her with a quick snap of the bulge for proof. I'll spare you the entire transcript to keep this from turning into a full fledged novel, but let's just say it was apparent that she was enjoying the attention. I expected the next morning at school to be awkward, but it wasn't. We joked around just like usual and while we continued to be fairly flirtatious, it still was just a friendship at this point. I continued to get rather racy pictures over the next week or so, and the line continued to blur as where this would stop. A very clear line was crossed yesterday morning.

It was a day like any other. We dropped the girls off and I walked her to her car. She had a gray zip up ufc hoodie with some plain black leggings on that day. The hoodie didn't show much, but her ass and legs looked amazing as usual. When we walked into the parking lot, her truck was parked in the corner (she has a big black Tahoe). I walked her to her car and we continued to talk until the lot cleared of parents. Other than a few cars of teachers that I assumed had class close to this side of the school (they had there own parking lot on the other side), it was just us. With her trucking being between us and the exit, and the overgrown ivy covering the fence to the back of us, the only angle you could see us was from the school Terrace.

She had tried to have sex last night and it had turned into an argument. She was a tough girl, but even tough girls have their breaking point. She didn't break down crying or anything, but you could tell it was hard to talk about. She had a lot of anger. While I wasn't sure of the appropriateness of the comment, I couldn't help but say something. It pretty much infuriated me seeing this ridiculously hot, smart, funny woman feel unwanted.

"You've gotta know that pretty much the entire male species would jump at the chance right? You've got to know that." I couldn't read her face. We just stood in awkward silence for what seemed like forever.

"What about you? Would you jump at the chance?" She asked me straight faced, dead in the eye.

I considered beating around the bush. I knew what was going on was wrong. But it's like my mouth responded without my brain's permission. I don't even remember what I said to be honest, all I know is that before I knew it we were kissing.

She kissed hard. Her lips were fuller than my ex's (good point to share that I hadn't kissed anybody since her.) She was a few inches taller as well, which made it more comfortable as I'm 6'1. She smelled so good. Like coconut. I hope I'm not being too descriptive here, but she just tasted... Delicious. Her own flavor with a hint of toothpaste. I flinched a little when I felt her cold fingertips touch the skin on my back. She scratched and rubbed vigorously over my back and stomach. At this point, I pretty much wanted to throw her against the car, and fuck the shit of her, but even more than that, I wanted to make her feel good. Feel wanted. I kissed down her neck and deep into the v of her shirt. She unzipped her hoodie and lifted her chin as I continued to kiss lower. Before I knew it I was knelt down pulling her leggings down past her hips and ass (she wasn't wearing underwear.) Her pussy was beautiful. She had a tattoo right below her belt line. Her hair had been sculpted into a landing strip with a few Says of growth everywhere else. I kissed over her tattoo, down the side of the landing strip. Her fingers dug into my hair pulling as I kissed lower. As the going down on someone standing up was knew to me, I kind of mulled over the logistics of how to go about it for a second. She got impatient and reached down and pulled her leggings down to her knees. She nervously looked through the tinted windows of her truck toward the entrance as she waited. So I didn't make her wait anymore.

I stretched my tongue out reaching for her clit. She tasted a little salty. Not dirty, more like haven't showered yet today. I liked it, she had a flavor. I reached up and fulfilled my fantasy and grabbed deep into her ass as I lapped her up. Her sweater kept getting in my face, and I wasn't really able to reach her very well. I let go of her ass with one hand and held the sweater up, simultaneously pulling her down a bit. She got the hint, and grabbed her shirt and sweater, bunching them up high on her stomach. She squat down a bit, butterflying her knees open like a ballerina too, which gave me much better access. I alternated between slow deliberate licks through her slit, and small circles around her clit. I gripped her ass and pulled her hips into me as I started stretching my tongue out reaching for her hole when all the sudden her legs closed like a vice on my head. She pushed me off and scrambled to pull up her pants as she apologized for knocking me over.

Sure enough, someone was walking into the parking lot. I squatted down with her, and watched them go into their car for a minute before grabbing something and walking out again. We eventually stood up and just kind of lingered in awkward silence for a minute. She beat my scary ass to the punch before I could address what just happened.

"I should probably go."

I thought about going to kiss her, but wasn't sure if she'd rebuff testing her own juices on me. She got in her car and left.

That was yesterday.

She wasn't at school this morning, she texted me saying her little girl was sick. Not sure if she made that up, but she's not the type of mom to involve her daughter in personal issues, so I believe her. She apologized for leaving so abruptly and said that while she didn't want to talk through text, that we'd talk Monday after we drop the kids off.

So that's it. I have no fuckin clue as to what all this means, but I haven't stopped thinking about it since it happened. Sorry if you expected more sexiness, but thanks for reading.