Isabel Everett was not far short of her eighteenth birthday and she was in her last year at school before her expectation of going to university.
She was a strikingly attractive young lady and her body, particularly her buttocks, was very well developed for her age. The shape and firmness of her buttocks were partly owed to her years of horse riding although her mother had a wonderful arse too.
Not surprisingly, Isabel had many admirers among the boys at her school but her interest was in males much older and preferably married. She had lost her virginity to a friend of the family aged in his fifties shortly after she turned seventeen and she had had sex with several mature men since.
She liked to tease and have a man gagging for her, but she sometimes left him frustrated because she did not always go through with what she appeared to be offering.
On the other hand, if she was determined to bed a man despite any apparent resistance from him, she usually succeeded.
One man that she had in her sights right now was fifty-year-old Alan Tyson, she had fancied him for quite a while, but he should be out of her reach for all sorts of reasons. Apart from being married, he was a teacher at Isabel's school and he and his wife Marie were also close friends with Isabel's parents, Martin and Cheryl. If that wasn't enough, Alan and Marie's daughter Kim was Isabel's best friend.
Of course, Alan found Isabel attractive, as most red-blooded men that saw her did, but he knew that it could go no further for multiple reasons. He did not know of Isabel's plans and determination though.
Alan did not actually teach any of the subjects that Isabel was studying but she was wandering past the open door to his classroom one break time and saw him at his desk in an otherwise empty room, so she entered.
"Hello Mr Tyson, how are you?" smiled Isabel, with one of her particularly sexy smiles.
"Hello Isabel, I am fine thank you; what can I do for you?" replied Alan, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his mind and his trousers.
"Well, that is a leading question, isn't it, Mr Tyson?" said Isabel, standing very close to Alan's desk.
"What are you in here for, Isabel?" said Alan, slightly impatiently whilst thinking that he needed to get rid of her.
"Just saying 'hello' to you, Mr Tyson; would you like me to go?" said Isabel, flashing her sexy eyes. Everything about her was sexy.
"I think that you should," said Alan.
"Okay, probably see you at the weekend," said Isabel, before turning and leaving the room with her hips swaying. She did not doubt that Alan Tyson's eyes were on her arse in her shortish school skirt.
It was likely that Alan would see Isabel at the weekend because the two families often got together, and Isabel and Cheryl frequently went horse riding with Marie and Kim. Neither Alan nor Martin was into horse riding but the four females were.
The classroom encounter had been on Tuesday and by Thursday, Alan, Marie and Kim had been invited to a BBQ at the Everett house on Saturday, other people were invited as well.
On Friday evening at the end of the school day, Alan Tyson had just got into his car when Isabel sauntered over to him. She had already undone a button on her school blouse when she leaned forward and put her hands on her knees as Alan wound his car window down.
"Looks like we will be seeing each other tomorrow...., Mr Tyson," said Isabel, with her face not far from the open car window.
"Yes, at the barbeque, see you tomorrow," said Alan, nervously and despite his efforts, his eyes looked down the front of Isabel's partially opened blouse.
When Alan's eyes returned to Isabel's face, she was smirking. She turned, but as she went, she scratched her left buttock, causing her already short skirt to rise a bit more, showing some more of Isabel's shapely legs. She smirked again as she walked away.
Alan had thought that she was hitting on him on Tuesday, now there was no doubt that she was either hitting on him or mercilessly teasing him. He knew that he had to resist whatever it was because to get involved with this sexy seventeen-year-old would be career-threatening, marriage-threatening and friendship-threatening. His cock was stiff in his trousers.
The next day, Alan seemed strangely reluctant to go to the BBQ and his wife Marie noticed it and questioned him about it. He said that his stomach felt a bit unsettled but he should be alright although he did think about saying that he felt too unwell to go.
Isabel was wearing a pair of almost obscenely tight jeans and a crop top. Her mother had looked at her a bit disapprovingly but said nothing.
Isabel smiled sweetly at Alan Tyson when he arrived with his wife and daughter making Alan wish that he had cried off coming to the BBQ.
A bit later she stood at such an angle that she knew that the fifty-year-old Alan must have a great view of both her buttocks in her skin-tight jeans. Later still she bent over with her arse pointing directly at the seated Alan Tyson who had to adjust the position of a plate on his lap to cover his bulging crotch.
Alan was standing at a table containing drinks getting himself a beer when Isabel appeared beside him. "Are you enjoying yourself, Mr Tyson?" asked Isabel, her hip and arm touching Alan.
"Um, yes, yes thank you, Isabel, it is a nice party," replied Alan, nervously.
"That is good, I want you to have pleasure," said Isabel, extending her pronunciation of the word 'pleasure.' With that, she smiled and walked away, confident that Alan Tyson's eyes would be on her backside.
Isabel smiled at Alan a few more times during the party but there was no more verbal contact. Alan was very distracted though as the things that Isabel had done and said in the last few days kept circling in his mind.
"Are you okay? Is your stomach still bothering you? You seem very distant," Marie Tyson said to her husband.
"Yeah, yeah, I am okay," replied Alan, his mind in turmoil. He was thinking that Isabel was probably just prick teasing but what if she was really coming on to him? What made it worse was that he was starting to find her incredibly sexy, he had always thought her a good-looking girl but now he was thinking of her as more than that.
Before the BBQ broke up. Cheryl, Marie and Kim agreed that they would go horse riding on Sunday morning, Isabel was non-committal. Martin said he was going to play golf.
"Are you coming riding with me, Marie and Kim, Isabel?" Cheryl asked her daughter on Sunday morning.
"Not today, mum. I have other plans; give my regards to the other two," replied Isabel.
Isabel Everett's plans consisted of visiting the Tysons' home after the females of the house had gone out and hoping to get Alan on his own. She might have to work hard to persuade him but if all went to plan she would be getting a fucking from the fifty-year-old man.
After her mother had gone out to meet Marie and Kim and her father had gone to play golf, Isabel got ready for her day. Although she was not going riding, horses anyway, she put her beige jodhpurs on with nothing underneath and a green blouse, also with nothing underneath.
She drove to where Alan lived, hoping that he would be there. She had her own car and had passed her driving test not too long after her seventeenth birthday.
When she turned into the drive, she was delighted to see that not only was Alan there but he was bare-chested as he cleaned his car. He had quite an impressive physique in the bits that Isabel could see and she very much expected that the bits that she could not see were impressive too.
Alan was surprised to see Isabel arrive but assumed that she was there to see his daughter.
"Hello, Isabel. Kim has gone riding with her mum and your mum," said Alan, standing up as Isabel got out of her car. Alan gasped inwardly when he saw that Isabel was wearing jodhpurs, she would be if she was going riding but what made Alan gasp was that she was revealing a very pronounced camel toe. Alan could only imagine what the jodhpurs looked like from behind.
"I know she has, Alan, it is you that I have come to see," said Isabel, her eyes going to the crotch of the tracksuit trousers that Alan was wearing.
"Me? Why have you come to see me, Isabel?" asked Alan, now noticing that the teenager was not wearing a bra.
"Don't be coy, Alan, you know that I want to fuck you," said Isabel, licking her lips.
"You must go, Isabel, we cannot have this conversation," said a now panicking Alan.
"Oh, you are not sending me away, are you? We could have such fun with your wife and daughter out for a few hours," smiled Isabel, taking a step closer to Alan.
"Isabel, please stop this, we can't, we mustn't," said Alan, trying unsuccessfully to mentally stop his cock stiffening to full erection.
"You are a very handsome man, Alan," said Isabel, closing the gap between them and putting her hands on the man's bare chest.
"Please Isabel, no, get back in your car," said Alan.
"Don't you fancy me, Mr Tyson? Oh, what is this?" smirked Isabel as she put her hand inside Alan's tracksuit bottoms and gripped his rigid penis.
"This is so wrong, Isabel, please go home," said Alan, his heart thumping as Isabel massaged his cock.
"I think that we should go indoors, don't you?" breathed Isabel before putting her lips to Alan's.
Alan at first resisted the kiss but Isabel's tongue forced his mouth open as she wanked his penis.
Alan pushed her away. "Stop it, stop it; go home now, Isabel," said an almost petrified-looking Alan.
Isabel pouted, "Aww, doesn't Mr Tyson want to fuck Isabel? His erection suggests that he does," said the seventeen-year-old.
"What my erection says and what we can do are two different things, we simply cannot do it, go home," said Alan, trying to sound insistent.
"Does Marie sit on your face? Does she put her big arse on your face, Alan?" smirked Isabel.
Alan did not answer but if he had done so the answer would have been no although the thought appealed to him.
"I have never done it but how would you like my jodhpur-wearing arse on your face, Alan?" asked Isabel, continuing to put ideas in Alan's head.
Still, there was no response from Alan although his lips moved. "After that, we fuck, okay?" smiled Isabel.
It sounded so appealing, but Alan knew that it was so wrong. "Isabel, you should not be saying these things to me," said Alan, his voice croaky.
"Yeah, well, I will tell you what: After we have fucked, you can give me a good spanking, sound good?" laughed Isabel.
"Fuck yes," Alan heard himself answer but knew that he should not have said it.
