Teacher/Student  

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9/26/2005 6:44 pm

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Teacher/Student


I enroll in an evening continuing education class - creative writing. I walk into the classroom on the first night frazzled by a rough day at work. My mood quickly changes after seeing the teacher - a beautiful woman - in a girl next door kind of way. Her face can only be described as simply adorable - creamy skin, pretty green eyes and sexy kissable lips, dimples in her cheeks when smiles. Her adorable face is framed by long brown hair. Her body is very womanly with subtle curves in all the right places. When we exchange our first glance it is obvious there is a mutual chemistry - you can just feel it. I think to myself that it is going to be real hard to pay attention to the course material in this class! In each class though, she is always busting my chops - giving me scores lower than what I earned - calling on
me when I am obviously unprepared to provide the correct answer since I am am deep in prayer - for xray vision! Though the mutual chemistry continues to send sparks both directions, we both are in denial about it and keep our interactions appropriate for a student-teacher. Finally, the mid-term exam score is the straw that broke the camel's back. I ask to talk to her about my score and she suggests I need tutoring - that she would provide - in her home. Since she is busy during the week, she sets up a schedule that consists entirely of Sunday evenings. She gives me directions to her place and her phone number and asks that I simply call before leaving my house to comfirm the appointment. When Sunday arrives, I am full of mixed emotions - disappointed that I have to take tutoring - but happy that she is my tutor. I drive to her house, park in the driveway and ring the bell. She answers the door in just a robe and my heart skips a beat - or two - or three. She explains she is running a little late with her evening routine and to just come in and sit at the round glass top dining room table. At this point in the evening, her robe is tied tightly around her shapely body. She brings some books to the table for review this evening and asks if I would care for some
wine. I agree of course and she pours both of us a glass of wine and sits down at a 45 degree angle from me and starts looking at the books she brought to the table pondering which title to review first. I take my eyes off her long
enough to read the titles - they are all collections of erotic stories! She notices my eyes widening and she explains the literary value of the stories and the specific writing points she intends to cover. She picks a book and selects a story to read and discuss. She read the first story - and we are both getting physically aroused by it. She gets up to grab
the wine bottle from the kitchen and loosens the robe a little when she thought I wasnt looking. When she sits down again, the robe is open enough to show some of her cleavage and looking through the glass top I see it is no longer covering her beautiful shapely thighs. She selects another story for review and asks that I read this time. My heart is pounding out of my chest with excitement and desire - and yes, primal lust and I do my best to maintain focus. Her robe opens more and more as I read the story. She casually moves the robe further and further from covering her thighs until her thighs and pussy are completly exposed. She begins masturbating, very subtly at first, but aggressively as I continue reading. She stops and puts her finger in my mouth so I can taste the sweetness her body produces. I try to lick every last molecule of her wetness from her finger before she returns her finger back to her hot honey pot. I want to stop reading and but she insists that I continue. I continue reading as she pleasures herself and periodically stops for me to get a fresh taste from her fingers. As I near the end of the story, she sticks her finger in my mouth, turns it so it hooks my teeth, and pulls my face into her crotch and screams LICK ME. I gladly oblige (must follow teachers instructions) and I kiss and lick and suck on her pussy until screams with a powerful orgasm (did the neightbors down the block hear that?). She stays seated on the end of the chair with her eyes closed as her heart rate
subsides and she catches her breath still enjoying the aftershocks of the orgasm. She finally pushes my face away from resting on her thigh thoughly enjoying her aroma, closes her robe, stands up and ushers me out the door saying only - see you next week.

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