Trent gets the 'wax treatment'

“Incoming Call: Middleton State School” flashed the screen of Trent’s. Alarmed, he answered it quickly
“Hello Trent Masters here”
It was the deputy principal of the school
“Hello Mr Masters. Ms Pavlov, Deputy Principal of Middleton State, how are you today?”
“Good – what’s all this about?” Trent was alarmed
“Oh, we just need you to come to the school. There is an issue we just need to discuss with your son Troy”
“Let me check my calander – yes, I don’t have any immediate appointments. I’ll come down straight away”
“Thank you, Mr Masters, I will see you soon”

Anxiously and quickly, Trent fumbled with his car keys and sped over to the school. It was unlike Troy to get into trouble – was he being teased? Was he a bully? Had he failed one of he grades? He certainly had been a lot quieter since the divorce, but there were never any behavioural issues

Arriving at the school, Trent raced up to the office
“Hello, I am here to see Ms Pavlov, I’m Troy’s dad”
The old receptionist smiled politely – she had seen it all
“Oh hi Trent, yes, Mz Pavlov wont be long”
Trent picked his fingers as he waited on the cold, uncomfortable wooden bench as he waited for Ms Pavlov. He looked at the dusty trophies hanging in the cabinet and mulled down the list of school captains and house prefects. After an eternity, Ms Pavlov’s door opened. She was not from the area – a new Deputy from one of the big inner-city schools. She had a fierce reputation as a task master and certainly drove her teachers hard. She got results, lifted the school stats and was tough on poor behaviour. For all her good traits, she was terribly young, frightening and straightforward.

“Mr Masters” Ms Pavlov announced, extending a firm hand “Come in”
For the first time, Trent surveyed Ms Pavlov. Indeed, she was a very well put together woman. Donned in a crisp grey pin-striped skirt suit and impossibly white shirt, patterned stockings and heels, she looked out of place at a simple suburban school. Even though it was mid-afternoon, her impeccably kept hair was bound tight in a perfect French roll, her floorless made-up face encapsulated in a pair of designer spectacles. Her desk – minimal, no photographs or personal trinkets – it was all business.
She ushered in Trent
“Please, take a seat”
“What is this all about – is Troy ok?”
Ms Pavlov had a crisp, well educated accent. The slightest European intonation rounded off her otherwise impeccable pronunciation.
“Now, Troy, he is an exceptionally gifted student. Mid-terms have just been completed and he has scored top marks in all of his subjects. This is a considerable increase in his past results. As a reward, he has been nominated to represent the school in the district science competition in two weekends time.”
“That’s fantastic news! I thought he was in trouble or something!” Trent was relieved
“Mr Masters, one does not have the privilege of my company for matters of discipline without talking to the teacher first. Have you not read the Discipline and Guidance handbook that I produced earlier this year?”
Even in giving happy information, Ms Pavlov was severe and straightforward.
“Either way, Ms Pavlov, that is wonderful news”
“As I always say, discipline and determination brings results”
Not fussed on the preaching of Ms Pavlov, Trent asked for the punch
“So what does that mean?”
For the next twenty or so minutes, Ms Pavlov explained the completion, how she would be mentoring Troy and how the competition would be working. It would mean Troy would be required to stay back after school and attend the weekend completion. It was great news for Troy and Trent – finally some happiness after a bitter divorce. It was rough there for a while, with Troy’s mum running off and not wanting to be part of the family. But they were getting through.

Troy was ecstatic when he heard he was selected for the science competition, but apprehensive of Ms Pavlov. Regardless, he grabbed the opportunity with both hands. After school every day, he would stay back and Ms Pavlov would go through different exercises, experiments and textbooks. Every afternoon, Trent would look forward to picking up his son. After a few days, he would also look forward to seeing Ms Pavlov. Underneath the cold-hearted exterior, it was evident that she loved teaching, she loved the children and she loved to see them grow and achieve. It just started with a few friendly words at the school gate, but as the days continued, their conversations grew.

On the Monday afternoon, Trent came to pick up Troy. As usual, Ms Pavlov was waiting at the gate with Troy, who could not wait to share with his dad all that he had learned! After hugging his son, he turned to Ms Pavlov
“Ms Pavlov, how was your day?” Trent asked, inadvertently
“Please, call me Natalia”
“Oh, ok!”
They chatted for a few minutes. As Trent and Troy left, Trent just felt the need to do a ‘look back’ to Natalia. To his surprise, she was doing the ‘look back’ to him, too! Trent was surprised – was Natalia flirting with him?

The week was building to Saturday and the regional science completion. Troy had to wear the school tie and blazer, usually only reserved for the School Captain on special events! He felt very confident, especially under Natalia’s guidance! Taking the lead from his son, Trent dressed in a nice casual suit and put on his ‘date cologne’, just because he was feeling nice – and Natalia would be there!

Arriving, they quickly found their allocated spot in the completion. Natalia has set up the exhibition and everything was ready for Troy to explain the contraption to the judges. Troy was required to demonstrate his experiment all day, to roving judges from the local schools and the Education Board. He took great pride in explaining his creation, going through the intricate facts and aspect. Being embaressed by his dad, Troy ‘encouraged’ Trent to go away! Much to Trent’s delight, Natalia was not permitted to talk to the judges, which gave them an opportunity to go walking by themselves!

Trent felt like a giddy teenager himself. Natalia complimented him on his outfit, Trent returned the favour. She certainly looked wonderful – her hair still bound tight in a French roll, her big brown eyes still covered with trendy spectacles. He was enjoying getting to know her – her childhood, about escaping from communist Russia, about her alcoholic father and workaholic mother, about how she escaped into education and sports. How her passion was helping gifted students, how she worked hard and expected those around her to work hard. Trent was surprised when she told him that he made her feel ‘at ease’ and how she had not every really talked about her past before. She listened to the ‘short version’ of how Trent’s relationship broke down, about his job and about being a single dad. He explained how, up until last season, played professional football, but now he had retired and gone into coaching. They wondered out loud why they had not seen each other doing running around the neighbourhood! Trent was sensing a connection – Natalia was making ‘accidental’ brushes against his hand or shoulder, allowing him to stand just that little bit closer.

The afternoon was drawing to a close and the judges were about the discuss the results. All the participants, teachers and parents assembled in the hall. The judges banged on about the quality of the competition. Instead of sitting next to Troy, Natalia sat herself next to Trent. So Trent was in the middle of Troy and Natalia. The judges were announcing the winners. The second and third places were announced. Trent felt a squeeze on his hand – it was Natalia! She had gripped him in anticipation, her soft hands clutching hard on his large arm! As she sat close, Trent sucked in a breath of her beautifully intoxicating perfume.

A portly judge stood at the lectern, his mismatched brown tie clashed against his corduroy pants
“And the winner of the Metropolitan Science Competition this year goes to Troy Masters of Middleton State School! Congratulations Troy!”
At that, Trent kissed Troy and hugged him! Natalia gave Troy a high-five! To Trent’s surprise, Natalia also gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek! Trent was not too sure about what he was happier at – his son’s excellent result or the kiss from Natalia!
“That does it – we are getting pizza for dinner!”
Troy piped up “Can Ms Pavlov join us, dad?”
Everything in Trent wanted to say yes
“I’m sure Ms Pavlov has her own things to do this…” he was cut short
“So long as it is ok with your dad, Troy, why not!” Natalia piped up
“Well ok then, we’ll all have pizza together!” Trent was secretly ecstatic!

Trent grabbed a bottle of red, some juice and strawberries, and of course pizza on the way home. Giving his place a quick clean up, he gave himself a quick squirt of cologne and waited excitedly for Natalia to come. It felt like a date! He was so happy that Troy had piped up – he would never of had the courage to ask her himself!

Natalia arrived shortly afterwards, still dressed in an office-worthy suit and heels. Trent offered a big smile as he opened the door to her
“Welcome to my home!” he announced
Walking in, she pecked him on his cheek
“Thank you for the invitation!”
She kicked off her heels at the door. Still at eye-level though, her feminine figure was a welcome addition to Trent’s home
“DAD I’M STARVING CAN WE EAT NOW” came the impulsive voice of Trent’s ten year old, from the outside dinner table

They all sat outside in the setting afternoon sun. The outdoor setting was placed on the thick, green grass, overlooking an impressive backyard. Large hundred-year old oak trees lined the southern end of the yard. Trent loved having ‘adult company’ at the dinner table.

Dinner went swimmingly. The conversation flowed nicely, there was joking, laughing and fun. Compared to their first meeting, Natalia had turned out the complete opposite to what Trent was expecting. She came across as a real hardarse – a real task master. But sitting in the lush, green backyard, she could not have looked more relaxed. She undid her hair, her long, wavy hair fell beautifully over her pretty face. She sat back and relaxed, sipping on the delicious red that Trent had poured. Troy asked questions and Natalia talked about how she trained hard to be a gymnast, how she studied and played hard, how she had made various national teams. To Trent’s embaressment, Troy explained that his dad was in the National team for football and he was famous!

As dinner was finishing, Natalia spied something in the old oak trees
“Is that a treehouse I see?”
Troy piped up
“Yup! My dad made it with his own hands! You wanna see it?”
“Would I ever!”
Trent grabbed a few candles and the three raced down the yard and ascended the sturdy wooden ladder.
“NO GIRLS ALLOWED” read a painted sign across the door
Troy smiled “You can come in because your pretty!”
Natalia blushed
“He’s right, you know” Trent flirted
“Looks like I have competition!” Natalia quipped
“I’ll throw him out of this treehouse if he mows my grass!” Troy piped up
“And you boys think you are in with a chance? Pfft!” she laughed

Settling into the treehouse, Trent lit a few candles and inched closer to Natalia. Pinky fingers touched as the conversation continued, Troys unstoppable mouth replaying story after story of his life! Hitting 8pm, Trent announced that it was, sadly, Troy’s time for bed. Reluctantly, the boy desended and the trio went inside.

“Listen Natalia” Trent pulled Natalia aside as Troy showered “I’m really enjoying this evening – I just don’t want to ruin anything” he cautiously announced
“Trent, I know at school I can be really, well, focused. Sometimes that spills over into my personal life – I don’t know. But what I do know is that I like you, and Troy of course, too. I’m having lots of fun – I have not had such an enjoyable evening in quite a long time”
“Me neither actually – its lovely to have company”
“Let’s agree to just have fun – see where this takes us”
“I can do fun!” Trent smiled.

Half an hour later, Troy was well and truly asleep. The pair retired to the couch on the back deck. Trent switched on the fairy-lights that lived in the old oak trees, the back-yard became illuminated like some type of fairytale.
Sitting close, they chatted some more. Natalia kept on looking at something in the back yard
“What do you keep looking at?” Trent enquired
“The tree-house. Lets’ go back there!”
Enjoying her spontenaity, Trent gathered the remaining candles, the wine glasses and red and of course the strawberries!

Being both cheeky and gentlemanly, he allowed Natalia to climb the ladder first, enjoying the view he had of her well-formed bottom as she climbed. Giving it a quick smack, she giggled as he chased her up the ladder. Arriving up, he found her on her back, looking at him. She was giving him ‘the look’, she looked irresistibly cheeky – like she was a child who had found a new, naughty pastime!

“Don’t keep me waiting, Trent” she implored him
He crawled over to her, candles lighting her curves as he climbed next to her. She was playful, but intense. She worked hard and it was evident, tonight at least, she would be playing hard!

He kissed her pulsating lips, her glasses soon removed from her pretty face. She grabbed him – hard and pulled him close. Years of gymnastics training had given her considerable strength, she held him close and kissed back, very passionately. Rolling him over, she took a commanding position and commenced unbuttoning his shirt. Starting again on his mouth, she smothered him in passionate kisses, biting his neck, his ears. Trent wriggled in delight – she was sexy, strong and adventurous! He unbuttoned her blouse as she went, revealing a pair of magnificent, totally kissable, totally cup able breasts.
She whispered in his ears
“They are yours, make me feel you” she had given him permission to lather on his affections on her. Trent relaxed as she continued to kiss his trained chest, her hands slipping southwards to undo his pants as she went. Stopping just shy of his belt-line, she eased his pants down, ensuring he was as close to naked as she wanted him. Wrigging out of her blouse, she similarly undid her thin belt and slipped off her pants, revealing a very racy, very sexy red lace bra and thong set. Giving Trent enough visual stimulation, she dived back on him, kissing his handsome face and running her fingers through his hair. As she kissed, Trent allowed his hands to wonder down her back and over her fit, tight ass, giving it a few generous spanks! Her Russian accent came out as she groaned “YES” with every spank – she liked it hard. Getting aggressive, he spanked her a few times, she bit his lip hard as his muscular arms whooshed down upon her backside
She pushed him down and grabbed a candle. Angling it over his chest, she let a few drops of the red wax drip, setting hard on his equally hard chest. Trent gasped in excitement and surprise – Natalia was kinky! He loved her intensity, her passion and motioned for her to continue.
Hot drips of wax trailed down his chest, each drip searing pleasure down his skin. Continuing down his thighs, each drip causing excruciating pleasure – he had never had such sensations before! Wincing, she refused to stop as it continued to drip, until red marks covered his muscular torso.

Unclicking her bar, Natalia made silent demands for him to return the favour. She wanted to fill pain, she wanted to feel it badly. Copying her style, Trent let the wax drip over her chest and over her breasts. She giggled in delight and moaned as her taught nipples became encapsulated in wax coverings, Trent squeezing off the dried wax and allowing more to drip, much to her delight! Wax dripped down her flax stomach, the fairy-lights caused a dim glow on her curves. The wax dripped down her legs, but she wanted more. Arching up, she slid down her thong, exposing her brazillianed, smooth pussy. Listening to her body, Trent allowed the wax to drip around her sensitive flesh, slow trickles of hot wax ran down her, around her, over her. She winced in delight at every drip, the pain causing endorphins to rush through her hyper-sensitive body. Grabbing some ice, Trent then cooled her down, rubbing cubes over her sensational body, the icey-water producing a similar effect to the wax. She giggled and wriggled under his touch, where his hand eventually ended up between her legs.

Cupping her moist, hot pussy, he gave a firm massage. Natalia arched up in delight, his touch bringing welcome relief to her tension. Her pelvis rounded and shifted, ensuring he was touching all the right spots. She grabbed his hand, guiding it, using it, manipulating it. Feeling his hot cock against her leg made her want him more. Rolling over and bending in the middle, she spread her legs and invited him in, doggy style. Understanding her need, he rose to the occaision, running his hands down her naked, soft skin. She wanted him, she wanted him bad. Entering, she gasped and pushed down, clamping him inside. It did not take long before he had grabbed her hair – she wanted to know he had her, he had her good. Giving her hair a firm pull with one hand and spanking her shuddering ass with the other, he rode her like a cowboy a wild horse. She bucked him here, she bucked him there, wanting to feel his angry energy unleased on her body. He pounded her, unlike anything he had done before! He usually considered himself a gentle lover, but with Natalia, she brought out the wild side in him! She groaned loudly as she felt him pound up in her, riding her, giving her all of his energy! After a wild buck, she pushed in, feeling him amazingly close, amazingly sensual. Climaxing, they both let out a relieved gasp as they collapsed on a heap, on the floor.

After they had cooled down, they found themselves draped over themselves on the back porch. The fairy-lights were still on, the contrast between the peaceful garden and the ravishing treehouse romp was unreconcilably amazing. Kissing her neck, Trent whispered “So this is your idea of fun?”
Natalia smiled wickedly “I’m a science teacher, I’m into experimentation”
“Well then, I think we will have to devise some more experiments then!”

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