Beverly bought the clothes for me when we had gone shopping. We had gone a few nights before, to a mall thirty miles from town.

That was just to be sure that we wouldn't run into any of my classmates, who would be suspicious to see a teacher buying clothes for a student.

I wore a tight red dress, a one-piece made of smooth shimmering material. The dress had long sleeves and buttoned down the front.

I had bare legs and wore red high-heeled shoes. Beverly had done my make-up and hair.

I looked great.

I asked if I could have a drink to calm my nerves. She said no. I should keep a clear head – then I would be at my best.

This Mr. Sanford was a gentleman of the old school – and he sure loved pussy.

He greeted Beverly like she was an old friend. It seemed like he might have known her from when she was doing something like this before.

He was middle-aged, early fifties, I guess, with a fine head of white hair and an owlish face and a big soft body.

He wasn't movie star handsome, but he wouldn't have to hide his head under a pillow, either. He was smooth-shaven, with shiny pink skin.

He wore a suit and tie. His clothes were conservative, square, expensive. He had on a gold Swiss watch.

Beverly was dressed nicely, in a tight white blouse and a black skirt slit up the sides to show the knee-high black boots she wore.

Sanford kissed her on the cheek and gave her a little hug. Then she introduced him to me, and me to him, in the living room.

I wasn't quite sure what to do. I put out my hand to shake his. He held my hand and kissed it.

I was even prettier than my pictures, he told me. His pink face got rosy red and his eyes were all hot and looking at me.

I felt a little better after that. After all, what did I have to worry about? I was a sexy piece of ass, and he was male.