6TAD Chapter 1161: Gloria (Patreon)

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"Well, well, well. If it isn't Gloria Rhymer, history teacher  extraordinaire." Alan walked up to Glory as she was reading a book at a  table in the town's public library. He took her by surprise with his  happy but hushed words.

Glory looked up with mild alarm to find out who was talking  to her. When she saw it was a grinning Alan, she relaxed and grinned  too. "My, my, my. If it isn't the extraordinary Alan Evan Plummer! Well,  I won't say what you're extraordinary at. At least, not here in a  public place." Her voice dropped as she spoke while her grin widened.

Alan sat down at the table, directly across from her. He had a  book with him and he put it on the table in front of him. "Isn't this a  nice coincidence, finding you here?"

Glory smiled but said sharply, "Coincidence, my rear end."  She was going to say "ass," but she looked around and saw several people  sitting close enough to possibly overhear, and ended up using the less  vulgar expression. Then, recovering from that minor embarrassment, she  added, "You know darn well I sometimes come to this library on the  weekends to do my history research. But what are YOU doing here, young  man?"

He pointed to his book. "Homework. I've got a lot of reading  to catch up on and this is a nice place to do it. Though admittedly, the  possibility that you might be here was a big draw. It would have been  an even bigger draw to find you surfing at the beach, though."

She was all smiles. "Oh really? And why is that?" She made  sure to whisper in very low tones so even the couple sitting at the  table closest to them couldn't overhear.

"It could have something to do with choice of what to wear. I  mean, you look great right now, and a lot sexier than in your usual  teacher garb. But nothing beats Glory Rhymer in a bikini."

She smiled at first, but then her expression soured.  "Nothing, eh? What about Suzanne in a bikini? That is, when she bothers  to wear even that much? I imagine she's a wanton sexual dynamo running  around naked all the time. Am I wrong? Or Heather. You could go down to  that beach she rules like her personal fiefdom and see her strutting  around in one right now."

"Now, now, why do you have to be like that? Things have been  so good ever since we got back together again, don't you think? I  thought we put the whole jealousy thing behind us."

"We have, for the most part, but sometimes I can't help but  feel a little bit inadequate. I mean, I don't have gazoombahs the size  of small planets, like some people you know."

He laughed at her made-up word "gazoombah." He whispered  back, "Well, that's true, but more and more I'm beginning to think that  big gazoombahs are overrated. I think yours are nearly perfect: not too  big, not too small, delightfully shapely and deliciously firm."

She couldn't believe she was having this conversation in a  library with one of her students. But she couldn't stop herself from  fishing for compliments either. She whispered, "You're just saying that.  Everyone knows you're a tit man."

"I am, but I love yours; they're just the right size for your  very athletic body. You want me to prove how much I love 'em right  now?"

She chided him by stroking one finger over another in a  "tsk-tsk" gesture. "Hold your horses, young man. I'm not sure what you  have in mind, but I highly doubt it's appropriate for a public library."

"Hrm. You're probably right about that. Anyways, what are you  reading?" He was eager to steer the discussion away from body part  comparisons, which could veer into dangerous jealousy territory.

She looked down eagerly at her book and her notes. "You know  my fascination for the Roman and Byzantine Empires? Well, I just found  this amazing obscure book about Heraclius, a Byzantine Emperor in the  early 600's. He really should be ranked as one of the most important-  hey! What are you doing?"

He looked all innocent. "Who? Me? Nothing. This is a fascinating topic. Please continue."

She leaned forward and whispered to him even more quietly,  "Nothing? Then why is your shoe off and your foot rubbing on my knee?"

"Oh, that? I'm just scratching an itch. But never mind about  that. Tell me more about this Hercules guy. Why is he so important?"

"It's Heraclius, you doof, and he pretty much single-handedly  saved much of Europe from being overrun by the Persians. But never mind  about that. Why are you scratching MY itch? Stick to your own itches!  And anyway, my knee isn't itching in the first place."

"It's not? I know there's an itch there somewhere. Maybe it's  over... here." He slipped his right foot up from her right knee to her  thigh. She wore stockings, and he liked rubbing his bare foot back and  forth over the slippery material.

She chided him, "You're getting into dangerous waters, young  man." However, she didn't close her legs to stop his advance. His footsy  game was already starting to increase her pulse rate and moisten her  pussy.

"Just like Heraclius," he said.

"What?" She didn't understand.

"Well, you said he saved his empire from the Persians, so he  must have gotten into some dangerous waters." He slumped down in his  chair so his foot could probe to her inner thighs.

"He did!" Glory was enthusiastic to explain. "He went from  having his capital of Constantinople literally besieged on all sides to  conquering the Persian capital deep in Mesopotamia in a few years. It  was one of the greatest military turnarounds in history." Her eyes  narrowed. "But you're just stalling for time, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?" he grinned as he still tried to play the fool.

She furtively looked all around as she complained, "You  distract me with my love for history and meanwhile your foot" - she  dropped her voice so low that he could only understand her by watching  her lips move - "has slid to very sensitive places. Places it should not  be."

He whispered back, extremely quietly, "Oh really? What kind  of places?" His roaming foot had slowly made its way to her crotch. His  big toe started rubbing up and down her panty-covered slit.

She kept looking around, but no one was paying attention to her or Alan. "You know."

"No, I don't know. How did this Heraclius have such success?"

Ignoring the fact that his big toe was rubbing directly up  and down her slit, she explained, "It was a combination of reorganizing  the military and economy and incredible personal bravery. He even  challenged an important Persian general to hand to hand combat, and  won!" She realized that she was getting carried away with her love of  history and even raising her voice a bit as she got into it.

She paused, then continued with an annoyed voice and narrowed  eyes, "There you go, trying to distract me again. Doesn't your libido  EVER calm down? How many women did you have in your bed last night?"

He deliberately ignored her second question and just answered  the first one. "No, it doesn't. But it's amazing what a person can do  with a toe, isn't it?" He had managed to push her panties aside with his  toe and now was poking at her exposed pussy lips. "But if this guy was  so great, why haven't I heard of him when I know of emperors like  Justinian the Great? Wasn't he from around the same time?"

"Yes, he was, but Justinian is highly overrated, and...  Dammit, you're not going to distract me again! You know what, you think  you're so clever with your so-called itch scratching and diversionary  talking, but two can play that game."

Alan felt a shoeless foot on his knee, and then it slid all  the way to his crotch in a matter of seconds. It was quickly joined by a  second shoeless foot. Meanwhile, he kept his one active foot probing up  and down Glory's increasingly moist pussy lips.

She flashed a naughty smile at him. "You think your toes are  talented? Beat this!" She trapped the zipper to his pants between her  big toe and second toe and then pulled the zipper down. Then she used  both of her feet to fish his erection out of his fly.

He was impressed. In fact, he was so surprised that he was  momentarily rendered speechless. It was one thing for him to tease her  in such a public place; he wasn't that concerned as he felt the odds of  getting caught were low. All he'd have to do was remove his foot. But  sitting in the middle of a library with his entire erection and balls  hanging out, and with two stroking female feet around it, was a  completely different matter.

She whispered triumphantly, "A-ha! I'll bet even Suzanne  can't do that so quickly." She had his erection firmly trapped between  the soles of her feet and was giving it a most pleasurable rub.

He loved what she was doing, even though his heart began  pounding in fear. He looked around to see if they were getting away with  their footsy games without being discovered, but he couldn't see anyone  in a position to see what was happening under the big oak table. The  two of them were doing their best to look calm and normal above the  table, but just to be on the safe side he scooted his chair up to the  table until the table edge was pressing into his chest. It didn't help  that they happened to be sitting at the end of the table instead of in  the middle of it.

However, even as he got off on the thrill and the rub, he was  a bit miffed about Glory's jealousy issues and complained to her,  "What's with you and Amy's mother Suzanne? You're always going on about  her, her and Heather."

"Sorry. Scratch that comment. It's just that she's so sexy  and curvy that she makes me feel inadequate." She dropped her voice down  to nearly inaudible again and scanned the room as Alan had just done.  She continued to stroke his erection with her feet. "In any case, I  can't BELIEVE we're doing this! I'm your teacher, for God's sake! There  could be students and other people in here who recognize me!"

He asked, while still pressing his big toe into her slit, "See anyone you know?"

She briefly closed her eyes as a surge of pleasure washed  over her. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning.  Recovering, she eyed all the people she saw more closely. She didn't  know any of the ten or so people in view. "No," she conceded. "But  that's not the point. We shouldn't be doing this. Look at that guy over  there. He's sitting in such a way that if he really gives me a look  over, he's going to know something is up. The fact I'm getting all  flushed and pressing right up to the table is a huge clue."

He teased, "I don't remember putting a gun to your head. Uh!  God!" He had a hard time keeping his voice to a whisper because she had  somehow managed to capture his erection just below his cockhead in the  space between her big toe and the rest of her toes. With one foot  holding it in a vice-like grip, the other foot was able to stroke it  without it flopping around.

However, this took a lot of coordination and dexterity for  her to accomplish. She was forced to slouch further down in her chair to  gain better access to his crotch, leaving the two of them slouched in  very suspicious positions. Further, it was a strain on both of them to  keep their legs stretched out for so long. It was as if they were having  an intense arm wrestling contest under the table while trying to  pretend nothing was out of the ordinary above the table.

He was still pretending interest in her research. "There's  nothing strange happening here." His voice was slightly strained and his  attention was elsewhere. "I thought we were just having a nice  conversation about this, uh, Byzantine emperor guy. You never did  explain why he isn't, um, as famous as, say, uh, what's-his-name...  Justinian."

"Heraclius," she corrected him, immediately switching into  teacher mode again despite all her exertions and distractions.  "Unfortunately, later in his reign the Muslims swept out of Arabia in  the wake of the death of the prophet Mohammed and conquered much of the  Byzantine Empire, wiping out most of his accomplishments. But they were  such an unstoppable force that you can't blame- Hey! You got me again!"

He laughed good-naturedly (and quietly). "Suuucker! It's so  easy to distract you with history. Gets you every time." He joked, "But  then again, talking about seventh century Middle Eastern politics is  bound to get anyone hot and bothered."

She sighed. He always gets me in these kinds of  situations, reducing me to a quivering mass of post-orgasmic goo. But  not this time! I'm gonna make him squirt and cry out first if I have to  get naked and dance on the table to do it! He's getting close, though.  Look at him huffing and puffing and straining. Hee-hee-hee!

She appeared calm above the table even while she was engaged  in frantic footsy games under the table. "Young man, you're  incorrigible. Whatever will I do with you? You have such a way with the  ladies that it drives me batty."