Oh Teacher Teacher
It was a typical school day and I was sitting in my classroom, eagerly awaiting the end of the day. I had been looking forward to seeing my teacher, Mrs. Smith, all day long and couldn’t wait to get out of there. I had been fantasizing about her since the first day of school and was determined to make my fantasy a reality.
Mrs. Smith was an attractive woman in her mid thirties with long, auburn hair and curves in all the right places. The only thing that made her stand out from the other teachers was her choice of clothing. She often wore tight fitting dresses, skirts, or blouses that showed off her figure. I couldn’t help but notice her tight, round ass or her full, perky breasts every time she walked by me.
I was so lost in thought about her that I almost forgot to leave at the end of the day. As I rushed out of the classroom, I spotted Mrs. Smith packing her things. I made a beeline for her as quickly as I could and cleared my throat to get her attention. She looked up at me and smiled.
“Yes, what can I do for you?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
“I was just wondering if you’d like to go out for a drink tonight,” I said, trying to sound as confident as possible.
Mrs. Smith smiled at me and nodded her head. “I’d love to,” she said.
I couldn’t believe my luck. I had been wanting to take her out for weeks and now she had finally agreed. We exchanged numbers and made plans to meet at a nearby bar later that night.
When I arrived at the bar, Mrs. Smith was already there and looking breathtakingly beautiful. I couldn’t help but stare at her as she sipped her drink and talked animatedly to the bartender. She had changed into a tight fitting dress that clung to her curves and showed off her ample cleavage. I felt my heart racing as I approached her and motioned for her to move to a more secluded corner of the bar.
Once we were seated, Mrs. Smith smiled at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Her gaze was so intense that I could feel my body heat up in response. I could tell that she wanted something from me, but I wasn’t sure what. We talked for a few minutes, but all the while I was aware of the sexual tension between us. It was as if a spark had been ignited and we both felt it.
Finally, Mrs. Smith leaned in closer and said in a low voice, “Let’s go back to my place.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. We finished our drinks and left the bar quickly, already planning what would happen when we got there.
Once we were back at her place, Mrs. Smith wasted no time in making her move. She pushed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth hungrily. I felt myself getting lost in the moment, my body responding eagerly to her touch. She tugged at my shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion.
Mrs. Smith then moved her hands down my body, exploring my chest and stomach before slipping them inside my pants. She massaged my hardening penis as her mouth found its way to my neck, sucking and nibbling as she went. I moaned in pleasure and felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Mrs. Smith then moved down my body, her hand slipping inside my boxers and stroking my length. She then took my penis into her mouth, gently sucking and licking as her hand massaged my balls. I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, but I wanted to pleasure her too.
I moved her onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I licked and sucked on her pussy, exploring her wetness with my tongue. I could feel her body trembling with pleasure as I moved my tongue around, exploring every inch of her. I then moved my fingers inside her, feeling her tightness and wetness as I moved in and out.
Mrs. Smith soon reached her climax and I quickly followed, our bodies shaking in pleasure. After we both finished, we lay in bed cuddling and talking about our future. I knew I had just experienced something special, and I couldn’t wait to experience it again.
