During my first year as a kindergarten teacher, I met a parent who left me shook.

Liza is a single mother, whose enticing hourglass figure is complemented by a waterfall of jet black hair that cascades down her back and swishes from side to side when she walks. She has a habit of winking when she smiles, which always made me feel as if there was a special secret we shared. There is no way to put this delicately — Liza is a MILF.

Despite her flirtatious behavior, I never stepped over the line — until our recent parent-teacher conference.

There were no kids around, and Liza was my last appointment of the evening. At first, it was business as usual, but then as we were wrapping up, she stroked her fingers against my wrist, just below the cuff of my shirt.

“My ex has Ethan tonight,” she said, talking about her kid. “Maybe we can continue our conversation somewhere more private?”

Before I knew it, we were tucked in the backseat of my car, tearing each other’s clothes off. Liza reached between us and grabbed hold of the tab on my zipper. She pulled it down in one smooth motion, then she slipped her hand inside my pants and brushed her fingers over the front of my boxers. She was searching for the opening in my underwear as my growing erection strained against the fabric, demanding to be released.

Quite serendipitously, pitching a tent in my boxers made it much easier for Liza to find her way inside my fly. She slid into the gap in the fabric and curled her nimble fingers around the base of my erection.

Our eyes locked. I’m not going to lie. I’d fantasized about this very moment many times. And there I was, indulging in carnal delights with the literal woman of my dreams.

Liza freed my cock and licked her lips.

“I knew it. I knew you’d be big,” she whispered excitedly.

Before I even had a chance to react, she slid down onto the floor and tucked herself between my spread legs.

“I expect to be graded on my performance,” she joked.

Her tongue darted out from between her full lips and swiped over the crown of my cock, making me shiver. She dragged her tongue over my dick again, this time circling the bell-shaped head.

“Even better than an ice-cream cone,” she said.

She gave me another of those cute conspiratorial winks before making the entire length of my cock disappear down her throat.

I pounded my fist on the car ceiling, creating a hollow thunk as my hand connected with the metal.

“Holy fucking shit,” I gasped.

When Liza pulled back and the flared edge of my crown hit her lips, she released me from her mouth with a pop. She flashed me a mischievous grin, then dipped her head and slowly dragged her tongue up the underside of my shaft.

“You are delicious,” she murmured.

She caressed my balls with the tips of her fingers, lightly dragging her carefully manicured nails over them, so they tightened beneath her touch. She rubbed her cheek against my pulsing erection, using her grip on the base of my cock to hold me steady.

A quick turn of Liza’s head brought my dick back to her mouth again. She licked her lips, getting them so wet they seemed to shine under the glow of the streetlamp that half lit the car’s interior.

Liza wrapped her lips around my girth and took me to the back of her throat in a flash. I think my eyes might have rolled back into my head. All I know is that for a split second the world went dark and the pleasure was overwhelming.

When my vision returned, I discovered in my excitement I’d wound my fingers through Liza’s glossy black hair.

My God, she was fucking hot. I wanted to feel the silken waves of her tresses slide along my bare thighs while she blew me. I found myself wishing we were in my bed with all the space and time in the world to explore one another’s bodies.

A part of me wanted to regain control. To take the reins in the most literal sense and hold Liza’s head steady, while I pistoned my cock in and out of her mouth. It was sorely tempting, but it would’ve been a sin to interrupt an expert at work. And Liza was a blowjob pro. She’d identified the ideal pressure and speed to send me careening toward orgasm, and then she started to hum.

I uttered a few choice swear words and pulled on her hair, lifting her head and keeping myself from shooting my load down her throat. I eased her off my cock and took several calming breaths.

“That’s not how I want to come tonight, Liza,” I told her.

I helped her up and urged her onto the seat next to me.

Now, it was my turn to get a taste of the action. After positioning us just so, I flipped Liza’s flouncy floral skirt over her hips and was delighted by the sight of a tiny thong that barely covered her juicy pussy lips.

I yanked the G-string to the side, so I could have unencumbered access to Liza’s pussy. Then I went to town. I trailed my tongue up and down her slick slit. Plenty of moisture had already collected between her folds, telling me Liza had gotten hot and bothered while giving me head. Somehow, knowing that made her juices taste even sweeter to me.

I lapped at Liza’s pussy greedily, eager to eat my fill. I found myself considering her unique taste like the way a sommelier might describe a fine wine. It had a beautiful bouquet bursting with notes of soft citrus, rich dark plum and just a hint of sweet honeysuckle. A delight to drink, to be sure, but one sip would never be enough.

Desperate for more, I circled her pussy hole with my tongue, then I plunged inside as deep as I could. She cried out and humped my face impatiently. I thought I was loud, but I had nothing on Liza. Her exultations of pleasure were nearly as shocking as a car alarm.

Maybe I should have been worried that we’d get caught. But I’ll be honest; I didn’t give a fuck. At that moment, nothing was more important to me than getting Liza off.

I pulled back and admired her shiny slit. Then I skated my thumb over her mound, swiping downward to collect some moisture and gliding up over her clit. That casual caress earned me another loud expression of praise from lovely Liza.

I rolled my thumb over her little button, while I lapped at her dripping hole and puffy labia. Liza’s supple thighs hugged my face tight. My cheeks and temples were flanked by her soft flesh, and I felt every twitch of her quivering muscles.

Sensing it was time to mix things up a bit, I withdrew my tongue and shoved two fingers into her snatch, then I flicked my tongue against her clit.

That was much better. As wonderful as it was to taste her, I felt more grounded getting my hands into the game. Curving my fingers in a come-hither motion made it a cinch to massage Liza’s G-spot, and it wasn’t long before she was practically levitating off the leather seat and actually screaming my name.

Even then, I didn’t stop licking until Liza’s legs stopped quaking.

Now that I had one orgasm for her under my belt, my own libido refused to be ignored. I pulled myself back onto the seat next to Liza and tugged her into my lap. She settled her knees on either side of my legs and hovered over me, swinging her hips from side to side in search of my cock.

With a little help from my hand, Liza quickly saddled up and was ready to ride. She sank down slowly, swallowing up my shaft an inch at a time.

Her ass bounced against my thighs when she’d taken in the last of me. Greedy bastard that I am, I wanted more. I slapped my hands against her ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze, then I hitched my hips and drove up into her.

Liza threw her head back and let out another moan.

“You are a fucking god,” she panted. She gripped my shoulders, curling her fingers into them so hard that her nails bit into my skin and elicited the most intoxicating stinging sensation.

“Then worship me,” I said.

I released my hold on her and reclined in the seat, letting Liza know it was her turn put on a show.

“With pleasure,” she replied.

Ceding control to Liza proved to be a very rewarding choice. She fucked with purpose, and goddamn, she just drove me wild.

Though her thighs had felt so soft against my cheeks earlier, there was no mistaking the strength in Liza’s legs now. She didn’t need to hang on to me while she fucked. Her sculpted thighs were doing all the work.

As Liza bounced up and down on my cock, she reached behind herself and sought out my balls again. Her pussy surrounding my shaft and her fingers stroking my sac combined to send me into a frenzy.

An orgasm was roaring toward me like a freight train. When Liza’s cunt started to twitch around my cock, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I released spurt after spurt of hot cream into her cunt as she climaxed along with me.

Liza stayed straddling my legs long after we had finished. We both knew the night would have to end eventually. But for just a little while, it was nice to enjoy our little bubble. Eventually, Liza left for her own car with promises of stealing another moment together in the future. Maybe we will. I’m not sure. Even if we don’t, I’ll always remember our night together in the back of my car.