Ms B started to revive her social media accounts posting pictures of her standing nude before the setting sun, side boob and the very tips of her buttocks showing to the camera. Ben paid six birthday's worth of money to a ghost writer to have a social media profile turn him into a man twice his age. His comments in Spanish and English were gasoline to the fire raging inside her mind.
Ben was photo-shopped not as a pasty white redhead but as a tough professional body builder older than Ms B. She started flirting with him online, subconsciously Ben started to take the shape and mind of the man who would impregnate her. She was showing more raunchy pictures some which Instagram were forced to remove. Ben started to track her phone signature and started to frequent the coffee shop she attended every mid-week.
One day she was out for coffee with friends, teachers, and they were talking about another teacher in Texas knocked up by a teacher.
"Talk about trauma, making a 12 year old a father at that age, he couldn't provide money until he is 18. "
"Desperate is polite, it child abuse even rape." said another friend.
Both women were staring over their coffee at Alex. She wore a simple black dress that showed a long toned leg and her olive skin. Her breasts, with a bra, bunched up the fabric. Her hair was down in a loose pony tail with contacts instead of glasses. She had become slutty in the opinion of the other older, married teachers. Desperate.
Suddenly the door bell chimed and through a mist of coffee vapors and steam arrived Ben. The other women saw a pasty boy on the cusp of teenhood. Alex say a 30 year old man. Her heart started to race, her nipples hardened and she blushed as blood, warm sticky and hot, rushed to her body. Ben eyed Alex as she started to toy with her hair and the red lipstick she had taken to wearing.
Ben tilted his head to the restrooms. Heading off Alex didn't miss a beat, she allowed time to move before heading to the toilets. Her friends exchanged looks of bewilderment.
"What the fuck?" one breathed.
"She is dressed like a Mexican stripper but what an ass."
The Desire had a firm hold of her mind as she entered the hall she found Ben staring at his muscles in the mirror. She turned threw herself at him, the real Ben nearly buckled under her weight. He'd once carried a gallon jug of milk and nothing compared to her weight.
Ben staggered with his load and carried her into the stalls. The sense of being caught nearly drove Alex crazy with Desire and lust. Ben fumbled to breath under her weight but the mechanics slowly resolved. He peeled back the black silk and exposed her breast sucking on the nipple. His dick started to grow hard in his pants.
"We might get caught." Alex breathed in Spanish.
He pinched her ass and she squealed with delight. He moved towards the black lace of her panties.
"On the pill, bareback big boy!" as she grabbed his dick.
It felt small, was he into roids too much? She didn't care as Ben navigated his slim sword through the dress, her panties and into her vagina. She moaned at of all proportion to his size. He groaned in pain, but the Desire made it sound like a grunt and thrust. Alex started to buck and writhe against Ben, he had a mental image of a dog humping his leg once, as but instinct he ejaculated into her.
In a blur she cupped his face in her hand, such soft sick/almost boyish, and rearranged her dress so that she looked sexy but normal.