“Hey guys, nice to see you.” Simon, greeted the mug shots as they popped on to the screen for the fortnightly Teams meeting. Meeting this way was a necessary evil for a school with multiple small campuses dotted around the state. Each individual campus only had one or two specialist teacher for each subject. The only way colleagues could share ideas was through meetings like this. Not that they all felt the need. But the powers that be in “The Cloud” felt otherwise and so every fortnight this group gathered to share pleasantries and stories from successful classes.
“Hey there,” John settled into his chair. After forty years of teaching he was used to this kind of meeting. But after sixty years of life he was definitely not a fan of this impersonal kind of communication. Beside him Travis, his colleague, donned his headphones and logged in to the same meeting. While John was winding down his career and making plans for fading quietly into the background Travis was at the opposite end of his career. Full of energy and bright ideas. Also not invested in Science. He usually spent these meetings nodding away but actually working on some other work.
“They can’t see me doing that stuff,” he explained to John. “The camera sees me at my desk. I can hear what is being said. If I need to contribute I will.” No loss to anyone and the whole meeting isn’t a complete waste of time.”
John could never bring himself to do that. Listening to a conversation and concentrating on work was too much for him. So he sat through the stupid meeting and dreamed about retiring.
“Helllooo everyone, sorry for being a bit late,” The broad tones of a Scottish lass pricked John’s ears. He twitched in his seat as the sound of her voice triggered a tingle in his lower regions.
“No worries Rowan.” Simon reassured her before he began his usual spiel. John looked over at Travis typing furiously, responding to emails and constructing activities for upcoming lessons. Travis’ energy seemed tiring most days. John longed for a quiet life. One where he could go about his life with minimal disruption and be safe in the knowledge that if anything didn’t work in his classroom it was most definitely not anything to do with his teaching but rather his students’ shortcomings.
The meeting droned on. John stifled a yawn. He really didn’t need to hear most of this stuff. Anything really important would be relayed by Travis. Then without warning there was a change in the tone of the meeting.
“In my experience,” Rowan’s voice remained calm despite the intensity John could feel, “this kind of practise never works for young people. We should be thinking a little bit more outside the box,”
Despite himself the tingle in John’s pants became more insistent. He found himself focussing intently on Rowan’s face in a tiny square at the bottom of his screen. It was so hard to read expressions in the little mug shots but it didn’t matter; her voice was what he was responding to. There was a break in the sound of her accent as Simon tried to placate her. But she wasn’t having it.
“I disagree,” Was that a slight increase in volume? John listened intently to the tones of her voice. Unfamiliar heat coursed through him. Why did his pants suddenly feel tight. He glanced sideways at Travis typing furiously beside him, oblivious.
“I know other schools are taking a very different approach and it really works.” Rowan’s voice was firm, her accent more pronounced. In his mind John pictured himself as a student in her class being reprimanded by this diminutive woman. The juxtaposition of her stature and the power she radiated did nothing to calm what was now a full blown erection straining at his zipper.
Simon managed to shut the debate down. More because everyone wanted to go home than because he resolved the dispute. John allowed himself a wry smile this woman wasn’t a pushover. The whoosh sound of everyone logging off from the meeting rang in John’s ears as he removed his headphones. He stood beside his desk looking around the office. Travis had already high tailed it to the carpark. No one else was in sight. Rowan’s lilting voice was still ringing in his ears as he picked up his car keys and made his way to his car.
As he walked his erection grew it was as if she was walking beside him. As he reached his car his pants were uncomfortably tight. He slipped into the seat and fumbled with his zip. He was oblivious to the possibility of anyone seeing him. The only thing he could think about was the urgency of his dick and the sound of her voice admonishing him. His hand wrapped around his shaft and began an unfamiliar shuffle. His old wrists complained but he couldn’t stop. In his mind she was watching him sternly critiquing the size and appearance of his cock.
His dick was harder than he could remember it being for a long time. The speed of his hand increase in response to the unfamiliar pressure building at the base of his cock. The feeling of a dam about to burst. It had been so long since he felt this feeling but he couldn’t stop now, even if he wanted to. His breath was hot and hard and his hips bucked against the car seat. Heat surged through him and a dribble of cum covered his hand. Even his ejaculation was out of practise. He sagged back against the car seat breathing heavily. His dick receding back into its usual shell.
After a few moments his mind cleared and he looked down at the white liquid splashed over his wrist. A string of fluid bridged the tip of his cock with the fingers that had just been stroking it. He looked around the empty carpark. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. Wanking in the seat of his car like a dirty old man. He used the rag he kept behind the driver’s seat to wipe his hand clean all the time wondering what his wife would say if she knew. Worse what would Rowan say?
He squirmed imagining her displeasure. Then his heart sank as he remembered. It would be two weeks until he heard her voice again.