I smiled as the bell rang. The final bell on Friday always sounded so much better than any of the other bells during the week. I happily gathered up my stuff and arranged my school bag as I started looking forward to the upcoming weekend.
I was nearing the end of my senior year in secondary school and, having turned 18 a few months ago, I knew that I would have a weekend of freedom as my parents would be leaving town. Actually, they had been making it a near habit for nearly the past year to go to the family’s vacation whenever the weather was nice. They had stopped asking me if I wanted to go and I figured they enjoyed the time alone as much as I enjoyed having the house alone.
I organized my desk and grabbed the stuff that I would need to take home with me. As I did most days when I didn’t have lessons after school I headed toward Mrs. Chika’s room. Mrs. Chika had been my English teacher back when I was in junior class and had offered to tutor me after school when she noticed I was having a tough time in class. I went to her office nearly every day after school for almost a whole session and she would help me get through my work.
Eventually, I straightened out my problems with English, but I still made it a habit to stop by Mrs. Chika’s room whenever I could through the rest of my years at the school.
I headed up the stairs to her office and started to plan out my weekend. A typical weekend would consist of going on a date or just going out flexing with some friends. I knew that having the house to me was a treat and I never abused that by having a big party. This weekend was a little different in that all my friends were otherwise occupied and I couldn’t get any dates lined up, so it looked like I would have a lot of time to myself. I thought that perhaps a porno or two would release some of the sexual energy that I seemed to constantly have bottled up inside me.
Sometimes I would wonder why I continued seeing Mrs. Chika regularly even through my senior year. We no longer even talked about my schoolwork and sometimes would just chat or she would have me help mark some papers. The truth was that I always felt grateful to her for helping me out back then and I wanted to somehow make it up to her.
We had become pretty good friends through the years and she seemed to really enjoy my visits, so I didn’t feel weird about continuing to stop by. The fact that I had carried a crush on Mrs. Chika all these years didn’t hurt either.
I never asked but I guessed she was probably between 35 and 40 years old. She carried herself with an elegance that had always appealed to me. Her hair was short but always very elegant and always perfectly done. Mrs. Chika always dressed very properly which meant that she always wore skirts & high heels.
I found that her style of dress was particularly appealing. Perhaps it was the fact that she never showed too much leg or too much of her boobs that made me desire what was underneath all the more. When I first starting seeing her for lessons I found it difficult to concentrate on the lessons instead of staring at her breasts.
They were large but definitely not too large for her frame. “Just more than a handful” was the term that my friends and I had once jokingly used when we were discussing some of the more lustful things we wouldn’t have minded doing with their teacher. Through time I thought I had gotten pretty good at sneaking looks at her shapely ass or the perfect outline of her breasts encased in those teasing tops.
I entered Mrs. Chika’s room and found her busy at her desk arranging some new items for her class. I said hello and asked if I could help. Mrs. Chika replied that I could go get her a drink from the staff canteen and then, if I had time, I could help her put up the new notice on the board. “Sure thing,” I replied since I knew I didn’t have any other plans for the afternoon.
When I returned with the drink, I found her standing on her tiptoes trying to figure out where she wanted to arrange the new items. Since I was a little taller than she was, she asked me if I wouldn’t mind doing that for her. She described how she wanted it to look and then left me to my work. Mrs. Chika returned to her desk to finish marking some papers.
After a short while, she looked up and saw that I had nearly finished. She picked up her drink and walked up behind me to compliment me on a job well done. She was standing right behind me when she said, “Looks good.”
For some reason I had lost focus and was going about my work while daydreaming about what sort of porno I should watch later. Mrs. Chika’s words surprised me and caused me to jump and spin around suddenly. As I spun my elbow knocked into her drink and spilled the content all over the front of her top. I started apologizing profusely and grabbed a nearby roll of paper towels.
I tore off several sheets and started to quickly try to clean up some of the stains from her top before any more of it soaked into the material.
I repeatedly apologized and although Mrs. Chika kept telling me it was fine and that she was just as much to blame for sneaking up on me it didn’t help me. I was very embarrassed at spilling the coffee and could only think about trying to clean off her shirt. Mrs. Chika kept telling me to stop and it wasn’t a big deal, but I wasn’t listening because I was too busy trying to apologize. She finally leaned over to set down her cup just as I was leaning over to grab more paper towels with one hand while still trying to wipe her off with the other hand.
I wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but somehow through both of our movements my hand was now rubbing Mrs. Chika directly on her right breast. I had been rubbing in small circles and had actually been rubbing her breast for a few seconds before I realized it. When I did notice I completely froze not knowing what to do. We both stood completely still for a couple of seconds with my hand still covering her breast.
I finally came to my senses and quickly removed my hand with a hurried apology, but not before I felt the biggest charge of sexual energy I had ever felt.
My dick shuddered in my trousers as I quickly realized I had really groped Mrs. Chika’s breast.
I looked up to see what Mrs. Chika was doing. As we made eye contact for the first time since the touch I noticed that she wasn’t angry at all. Instead, the look on her face was mostly blank but there was a slight twinkle in her eye that helped stiffen my growing erection. “I should probably be going,” I started to say. I was quickly cut off by Mrs. Chika saying, “I don’t think I can let you leave yet. You still have some cleaning up to do.”
That last sentence hung in the air as I tried to figure out exactly what she meant. Mrs. Chika finally broke our eye contact and made a quick glance down to the front of her shirt. Still not quite sure what she wanted, I grabbed some tissue paper and again started rubbing the front of her shirt. I started up by her shoulder and then moved down to her stomach skipping over her breasts. The sexual energy building in me was ready to boil over and I now had a full erection.
I didn’t have much experience at reading these types of situations, but I was pretty sure Mrs. Chika was also enjoying the “cleaning”. I again started rubbing her shoulder but this time allowed my fingers to drop a little lower. “What the hell am I doing?” I thought to myself. As I tried to answer the question, I allowed my fingers to drop yet still lower.
Mrs. Chika made no moves to stop me and I decided it was time to see how far she would let me go. I moved my hand down until I was now rubbing the top of her breast.
I held my breath and was already working on what I would say when she asked what the hell I was doing. She never asked. I rubbed the top side of her breast for a while and then allowed my hands to slide completely over her breast. I also brought my other hand up from my side and cupped her other breast with it. Mrs. Chika had closed her eyes and tipped her head back slightly, so I assumed that she had no intention of stopping me.
As I rubbed and caressed her breasts, I couldn’t believe how amazingly sexy they felt under her top. I could feel her nipples begin to stiffen and occasionally my fingers make small circles around them. Soon her nipples were standing very erect and were quite prominently sticking out from her breasts.
Mrs. Chika’s breathing had become a little irregular and her lips were now slightly parted. Her breasts were very soft under my fingers and as I slid my fingers gently over her breasts I quickly wondered what they would feel like naked.
Before I could think about that any longer, Mrs. Chika opened her eyes and looked me directly in the face. She slowly moved toward me and pushed me back against the wall as her lips made their first contact with mine. The kiss started softly with our lips dancing lightly against each other, but soon she pressed into me harder and the embrace became less passionate and more lustful.
She parted her lips slightly and started exploring my lips with her tongue.
She then shoved her tongue into my mouth and started to roughly wrestle her tongue against mine.
I was also aware of her hands slowly sliding up and down the sides of my hips and the charge I felt from her touch was almost enough to make me cum.
Mrs. Chika broke the kiss and sat down at the nearest desk facing me. She looped a finger under my belt and pulled me toward her until I was standing directly in front of her. Her hands returned to my hips and she again started rubbing my hips and then my thighs in slow up and down motions. Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more teasing, one of her hands slowly found its way to the throbbing bulge in my trouser.
She slowly and softly explored my erection through my jeans before finally reaching up to undo my belt.
She next unfastened the button on my trouser and very slowly unzipped the zipper. She pushed the trousers down around my ankles and I now stood in front of her with only my boxer shorts keeping my dick from pointing straight at her.
She repeated her slow massage of my now exposed thighs and was allowing her fingers to slide higher and higher under my boxers until she was nearly making contact with my balls.
I couldn’t believe how hard I had become and didn’t know how long I could last. I noticed a wet spot on my boxers were I had already released some pre-cum in preparation for whatever was about to happen. Mrs. Chika also noticed the wet spot and began to rub her thumb over the wet spot until it grew much larger. Finally I had to say, “I don’t think I can take much more.
Mrs. Chika gave a devilish smile when I said that and replied, “I better put you out of your misery then.” With that, she grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pushed them to the floor with one smooth motion.
My dick popped out of my boxers and stood straight out from my body pointing directly at Mrs. Chika. He could see it bent slightly. Mrs. Chika took a couple of seconds to simply stare at my dick as it danced in front of her. She finally reached up with her right hand and started to massage the area just at the base of my dick. She let my pubic hair run through her fingers as she rubbed the entire area around my shaft.
Finally, she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. Her grip was very gentle at first as she just held my dick in her hand. She tightened her grip slightly and started stroking.
I was in heaven. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. Mrs. Chika started stroking faster with her right hand and reached up to cup my balls with her left hand. She finally whispered, “Cum for me Lenny. I want to watch you cum.” Hearing her say those words was more than I could take. Just at that moment, she started stroking me even harder and I moaned loudly as I started to cum.
Mrs. Chika had shifted so my dick was pointed directly at her breasts but my first shot of cum was so forceful that it ended up landing near her shoulder.
Stream after stream of cum erupted from my dick as she continued to stroke me. The entire front of Mrs. Chika’s top was now covered with my cum. Large drops of cum were sticking to her breasts and began to slowly drip down toward her stomach.
Mrs. Chika continued to rub and stroke my cock as it softened. She finally collected the cum that was still hanging from the tip of my dick with her fingers and quickly licked it from her fingers. She sat back slightly and looked at me as she spread her legs slightly and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She didn’t need to say anything as her body language clearly said it was her turn and I didn’t waste any time getting to work.
I quickly dropped to my knees between Mrs. Chika’s spread legs. I reached one hand out to each of Mrs. Chika’s knees and gently began to massage her thighs just above her knees. The feel of her firm but soft flesh really turned me on. I slowly allowed my massage to progress further up her thighs and began paying more attention to the insides of her legs.
As my massage continued I noticed how wet the crotch of Mrs. Chika’s panties had become. The smell also struck me. Mrs. Chika’s strong, musky scent had my head spinning and made my dick start to tingle again. My massage had now reached the very tops of Mrs. Chika’s thighs and I had started to allow my fingers to pass over her pussy. I couldn’t feel much through her panties, but I could feel her wetness.
Without saying anything Mrs. Chika took my hands and guided them to the waistband of her panties and it slipped down to her ankles.
I looked again between Mrs. Chika’s legs and saw the pussy I so often fantasized about for the first time. Her pussy was very hairy and not like anything I had seen in magazines or on videos. Her pussy lips were swollen and covered in her own moisture. I could see the wetness glistening from her vagina and without thinking moved my hands up to feel the wetness. I slowly ran my fingers through the hairs on her pussy.
I cupped her pussy with my right hand and felt her juices run over my palm and fingers. As I explored her pussy Mrs. Chika started to slowly rotate her hips. Occasionally I would look up at her face and found that Mrs. Chika was alternating between watching me and leaning her head back and enjoying the sensations.
Finally, I decided I needed to feel inside her pussy and placed a finger at the entrance to her vagina. I slowly started to insert my finger when Mrs. Chika rocked her hips forward and pushed herself completely on my finger. It was wonderfully wet and warm and I quickly inserted a second and then a third finger.
I wasn’t sure exactly what to do so I slowly started to move my fingers in and out. With my other hand, I began exploring the area just above her vagina where I knew the clit was located. As I slowly finger fucked her I gently massaged her pussy with my other hand and paid particular attention to any areas that seemed to get a reaction from Mrs. Chika.
Mrs. Chika had begun rocking her hips more and more and was taking a more active role in the finger fucking. Suddenly she whispered, “Oh Lenny, that’s the spot. Keep your hand right there.” Hearing the lustiness of her voice at this moment completely turned me on. I had heard her voice many thousands of times over the past few years, but it had never sounded like that.
I concentrated my massage on that small area and really began to watch Mrs. Chika’s reaction.
Very quickly Mrs. Chika again spoke, this time with more urgency in her voice, “Fuck me faster, Lenny.” I did as commanded and greatly increased the speed of my finger fucking. At this point, my whole hand was covered with her pussy juice. I felt Mrs. Chika’s pussy clench around fingers and her body suddenly tightened.
Through clenched teeth, she cried, “Ohhhh yes.” Her pussy spasmed around my fingers and I knew that she was cumming. I continued to finger fuck her as she came and then slowed the fucking as she regained her composure.
The room was silent for a few moments except for the sound of Mrs. Chika’s heavy breathing as she tried to regain her breath. She reached down and took hold of my hand around my wrist and removed it from her pussy. She slowly brought my hand up to my mouth and said softly, “Taste it. Taste me.” I did as instructed, slowly and anxiously at first, but then with more enthusiasm as I realized that I enjoyed the taste.
Mrs. Chika moaned as she watched me clean off my hand. When I finished she released my hand and stood up. She stepped out of her panties and pulled her skirt down. She picked up her underwear and walked over to her desk. I was still kneeling on the floor with my own pants and boxers around his ankles. My dick was semi-rigid at this point as I watched Mrs. Chika. She stood at her desk with her back to me for a few seconds and then said, “I think you should go.”
I didn’t know what I expected her to say, but that wasn’t it. I mumbled a quick, “OK.” I stood and quickly got dressed. Mrs. Chika walked around behind her desk and sat in her chair. I thought I noticed her quickly glancing at me, but every time I looked at her she would look away. I gathered my school bag and book, with one last look back at Mrs. Chika, I left her office.
As I walked toward home, my head was spinning. I couldn’t believe the encounter I just had, but I was also confused at the way it had ended. I had expected a good-bye kiss or something but instead, I had been dismissed. Had Mrs. Chika played me and used me as a sexual ragdoll to get herself off, or had the whole thing been a wonderful spontaneous moment? I spent the whole rest of the weekend either trying to figure out what to do next with Mrs. Chika or masturbating to my memories of Friday.
A couple of times I decided to call her, but I would be fearful. What if her husband answered the phone? What would I say? I ultimately decided that as much as I wanted to I would have to wait for Mrs. Chika to make the next move.
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