Back to school night

I'm just an aide this year.Well I shouldn't say "just". I work one on one with some of the students. Anyhow ... that's neither here, nor there ... the point is ... I don't have a whole classroom this year, but I still had to attent back to school night.

There's a particular kid that I work with ... let's just call him little Bobby Jr. I was assigned to work with little Bobby this year to help him with his reading. Working with him I quickly found out that he was a smart kid ... he just needed some special attention. But this story isn't about little Bobby Jr ... it's about Robert Sr .... or as I like to call him ... BIG Bobby.

I first noticed him at back to school night. He was listening to the classroom teacher talk all about the plans for the year, but he kept stealing glances at me. He was sitting next to his kid's mom. From what I understand they were recently divorced. From the looks of her ... and my brief interactions with her before she seems like a real ice queen ... poor guys ... Jr, and Sr ... No wonder Little Bobby needed attention ... and so, apparently, did Big Bobby.

I think I noticed before he did that Robert Sr was sporting a very prominent tent in his pants! Like I had to struggle not to stare at HIM. Our eyes caught in one semi-awkward moment before he placed the his child's homework folder strategically in his lap to cover the sight.

After the meeting was over, mom took little Bobby home but his Dad sort of lingered around. I packed up my things and got ready to leave and as I was walking down the hallway I accidently dropped some books. He helped me pick them up and offered to walk me to my car. He tried to make smalltalk about his son's grades and things .... but he was still sporting that rather enormous wood and I couldn't ignore it anymore.

When we got to my car I looked him dead in the eyes and said - Robert you can ignore it all you want but its clear that you want to talk about something other than your little boy's grades... He gave me a shy smile and in response, I rather boldly reached down and started to caress his hard throbbing dick through his pants.

"Look Robert" I said to him, "it is clear to me that Little Bobby isn't the only one with some special needs. I know you just split with your wife and by the looks of things she was a real prude. Now judging by the way you're reacting to me physically there is something that you want. No ... you need this. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Now ... we can't do this here ... but if you really want to get what I know it is that you need meet me at the Sheraton Hotel on Main St. in an hour."

I gave him my cell number and told him to call me when he was there. I figured ... best case scenario I'd get a good fucking ... worst case scenario I'd put myself up in a nice hotel for a night order some room service and go down to the bar and pick up some businessman.

What do YOU think happened that night?

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