While the coffee machine is busy making two delicious cups of coffee, Esmay grabs the freshly baked croissants out of the oven. When Max is ready with the scrambled eggs, he grabs the bread out of the toaster and places them on a plate. As a well-oiled team, this newlywed couple finishes together simultaneously.
In silence, they take place at the breakfast table, which is strange. Usually, they talk every morning to go through their daily schedule or even their plans for the evening, like dinner and that kind of stuff. Although I said newlywed, Esmay and Max have known each other for years, and they are as much in love with each other as they first met in their teens. And it is because of that that Max can feel the tension holding Esmay.
“You will do just fine, dear,” Max expresses to break the silence and, most of all, the tension.
“Hmm...” is the only response he gets.
“If you arrive at school just before the lunch break, I will be able to give you a short relaxing massage. That provides you with a relaxing start for the meeting.” Instantly Esmay looks up after hearing these words; she is well aware of what usually happens during relaxing massages. And usually, it is Esmay giving Max one, mainly because of an old back injury. And no matter how professional she starts the massage, it always ends passionately heated.
Max laughs, “I knew that would get your attention.”
Esmay blushes, “Sneaky,” she responds. For a moment, they drown in each other's eyes, each in their thought. Finally, it is Max who coughs to get his thoughts straight again. “However, I am serious,” he continues, “It will all go fine this afternoon.”
Max works as a teacher at a middle school, while Esmay accepts minor consultancy jobs as a counsellor. However, today she helps the school as a translator. Esmay has Greek ancestors and speaks and understands the language quite well. She has lived, however, quite her entire life in beautiful Canada. And as said early, not long ago, she married ‘her’ Max.
But, back to the now, today. At school, they have that one student. Logical, it’s a school with more than just one student. But this young boy, let us call him Bram, has a problem. He finds it quite hard to contain his anger, to control himself. His ‘explosions’ go beyond any other diagnosed with ADHD person. Unfortunately, Bram's mother is Greek and doesn’t understand or speak English. And so, every attempt from the school to talk to her about her son was in vain and ended mainly frustrated. For that reason, Max suggested asking Esmay to help as a translator. Also, her experiences as a counsellor could come in quite helpful.
“I feel so sorry for the mother. She needs a lot of help herself as well, not just her son,” Esmay expresses.
“And that makes you the beautiful person you are, but you can’t help everyone you encounter in your life.” Max gets up, wraps his arms around Esmay and hugs her gently. Then, he kisses her gently on her head and lets her go again. “I must go. I have to substitute for a colleague as well today.”
“Which class?”
“Art.”
Esmay smiles a bit, and Max can see some sparkle in her eyes. He doesn’t need to guess where her thoughts went off to.
Max grabs his bag and car key and walks towards Esmay again to kiss her goodbye. “Good luck today, honey. Maybe I will see you at school.”
Esmay looks at him while he leaves the house and starts cleaning the kitchen table when the car leaves the carport. Her appointment is in the afternoon, so she has enough time to do some house chores. At least, if her brain let her and not go wild on all kinds of fantasies. Max, giving her a massage…. Hmmm… that on its own is a welcoming invitation. Not that he never wants to give her a massage, but usually after Esmay gives him one and the passionate ending, laying in his arms is satisfying enough for her.
Esmay sighs… “Art… Music is art, and I am sure Max will use that. Architecture, Paintings, Erotic art….” A mysterious smile emerges on Esmay’s face, “So when I do show up before lunch break? Maybe I can give him a short course in the art of seduction.” Esmay doesn’t hesitate any second and takes a nice refreshing shower. If not for the naughty thoughts, it also provides a boost of self-esteem for the planned meeting as well.
Esmay gets in her car an hour or two later and sets off to school. Nervous but also aroused, her heartbeat races. She is scared because when the security cameras are on, there is a possibility of having an ‘audience’, which secretly arouses her a bit more.
Esmay parks the car in front of the school and sighs. Now sitting in the car in front of the school, her courage sinks. And after sitting there, staring at that tall building in front of her, she hears a beep on her phone. She receives a text message.
=Max= “Are you going to stay in the car, or are you coming inside?”
Startled by the message, Esmay looks around her. Max has to be somewhere where he can see her. Suddenly, in a window on the second floor, Esmay sees a silhouette of a man. “That has to be Max!” she thinks.
Esmay gathers all her courage and gets out of the car. Determined, she walks towards the school. Politely she greets the concierge, who recognises her and acknowledges her. She goes straight to the staircase and climbs her way up to the second floor. Just the moment she enters the hallway, the school bell rings. Immediately all doors burst open, and students flood the hall. They are all chatting while walking to the auditorium for their lunch. And within a minute or five, the entire hallway is empty and silent again. Most doors are closed again, and teachers have gone to their staffroom for their breaks, but only one still stands open. Considering its location and where Esmay parked her car, that should be the classroom, where she noticed that man behind the window. It should be the location where Max is waiting for her. Slowly Esmay walks in the direction of the open door. With every step she takes her heartbeat increases. Finally, the moment she stands in the doorway, she halts. Esmay looks at the man behind the desk. Instantly she feels the butterflies excitedly flying around inside of her. She casually coughs to announce herself while walking inside the classroom and closes the door behind her.
Max’s eyes spark, “are you coming for your massage?”
Esmay's eyes scan the room fast, and her look is fixated on the security camera in the far back corner. “It is out of order,” Max reassures her when he notices her look.
“So, how was class?” Esmay asks to defuse some of the tension she is feeling.
“Hmm. Think it went well.”
“Was it your class or that art lesson you had to substitute?”
“Art.” Esmay now reaches Max and stands directly in front of him, gazing deeply into his eyes. His look is making her all week and wobbly inside.
“So…. What kind of art are you able to teach me now?”
“The art of loving,” And Max covers Esmay's eyes with his hand. “Close your eyes and feel the art, the tension and emotion.”
Esmay closes her eyes and feels Max’s hand slide gently from her face down her neck. Gently he stroked her hair and uncovered her shoulder. Max gently kisses her shoulder, softly blowing air on it to accentuate the particular spot. A little shiver runs down Esmay’s spine.
“Let the other senses take over,” Max whispers in her ear.
Esmay is about to comment, but Max places his finger on her lips, “shh…” he whispers. Now his finger slides from her lip, over her cheek, towards her chin. There it gently tilts Esmay’s head as if Max is about to kiss her. She feels his breath on her face, and almost automatically, she opens her lips to receive that longing kiss. However, Max now placed his face next to her ears and softly moaned in her ear before softly nibbling the lobe. Slowly his hand slides down her arm, all the way to her fingertips. Max takes her by the hand and gently turns her around, making her stand with her back against his chest. Max wraps his arms around Esmay and pulls her closer to his body. He smells her scent and consumes it.
Esmay, still with her eyes closed as told, enjoys the touching and caressing and does her utmost to relax and surrender herself completely. But, admittedly, the thrill of being caught turns her on even more. Esmay never thought she would let herself go completely that easy.
Max lets her go again, and both his hands now slide all the way from her neck down her back, slowly to the side and all the way up again. In its way, his fingers slide along the contours of her breasts. With one hand, again, he tilts her chin upwards as if he is forcing her to look him in the eyes. Then, softly moaning in her ear, his free hand moves downwards again along her body, caressing it. Desperately longing for a kiss Esmay opens her lips a bit, but instead of answering that wish, Max places his lips on her neck and kisses it while releasing her chin.
Esmay sighs, not annoyed but aroused. Despite being fully dressed, Esmay is so aroused that she expects the first touch to bring her straight to a climax. But of course, Max has some other plans for her. Carefully he wipes her hair together in a way, so both shoulders are uncovered. Once more, he absorbs the smell of her hair and then gently massages her shoulders. Working his way to her back and again the side of her body, touching the contours of her breasts again. When the hands are back on her shoulders and neck again, Max kisses her left shoulder. Every stroke of massaging ends with Max kissing one of her shoulders.
Esmay can feel the tension building inside of her. This incredible feeling causes her to be in a debate. To give in? With all its consequences. Or focus on something else, distraction.
Max can sense her inner struggle and places his hand on her mouth. “Relax, give in to the feeling,” he whispers in her ear.
His free hand now slides down her arm, but it doesn’t stop at her hand this time. This time it goes lower along her thighs. When his hand can't get any lower, Max moves it to the front while slowly going back up again. Still not touching any indecent private parts, he slides over her belly. The moment he almost touches her breasts, Esmay explodes. She needs to bite Max’s hand to control her sound. With her eyes wide open, she is trembling on her legs. Max holds her close to his body to keep her standing on her feet.
When he notices the trembling stops, he gently lets go of her again. “Art is not always something you can see. But, sometimes, you will be able to feel art.”
“And this is what you taught the kids?”
“Of course not; I taught them about music. Music is something you can hear but also can feel. Deep inside of you.” Together they laugh.
“But can I assume the massage worked out well?” Max asks with a naughty sparkle in his eyes.
Esmay blushes, “I think I need to visit the bathroom before going to that meeting. But the main anxiety is indeed gone now, thanks.” And she kisses Max.
“Good, we will finish it properly tonight,” Max winks and walks back to his desk. “I have just a few more minutes before the kids get back, and didn’t you say you have to freshen up before the meeting?
Good luck, babe. I know you can do it!”
Max took his chair and leafed through some papers.
Esmay takes one more look at Max, then with a big smile, she turns around, hasting towards the restroom to freshen herself up before the meeting. Then, looking in the mirror, she smiles, “If only those students would know what their teacher just did in their classroom…..”
©O.V. de Groot, 21 January 2023
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