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Hot for Teacher 2

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Read Part I at (http://solotouch.com/story/hot-for-teacher-48068)

Close contact straight out of a fantasy. I promise that this story is absolutely genuine.


I'm writing this at 3:00 a.m. on Saturday, so when I say "yesterday," I mean Friday.

I don't want to bore anyone with the details I provided in part 1. Basically, I'm a rising high school senior. My english teacher from sophomore year will be teaching my English class senior year from now on. Anyway, I have the hots for her big time. She's 37 with two kids--I love a MILF. She has a great figure, the defining feature being an ass to die for. That thing is ridiculous. Anyway, in Part I, I chronicled an event from a couple weeks ago at a pool.

Now, like I said in part I, I live on the same street as "Mrs. A--" she moved to the house when she got the job at my school. As such, we've always been a little closer than most teachers-students. We talk a lot, have each other's cell numbers, are Facebook friends, share somewhat personal family details, etc. Anyway, the babysitter they usually use is another neighborhood girl, about a year older from me. Two days ago, Mrs. A texts e asking if I can babysit the next day (Friday the 28th) from 6pm to midnight. This didn't surprise me, because the girl who usually babysits is up north getting ready for college. So yesterday I show up at Mrs. A's house. She's dressed up very nicely, and I tell her so. She smiled. I asked if she and her husband were going somewhere nice. She looked a little saddened by this (she and her husband have been having a rough patch. He works a ton, and his job entails lengthy trips overseas). I apologized. She said it was okay and said that she was going out with some girlfriends. I told her not to be too wild and that I'd take care of the kids. She left and I spent two hours doing the usual babysitter stuff. We ordered a pizza, watched a movie, and they were asleep by 8:30 (they're pretty young). I put them to bed and contemplated what I'd do with the nearly four hours of free time I had.

Just then, I get a text from Mrs. A asking how the kids are. I said sound asleep. Then she asked me what I would do with my free time. I said I'd just watch TV and then she said something that piqued my curiosity and made me incredibly horny: "this party's fizzled out. Maybe I could help you pass the time. Till then, there's a surprise for you in my room.It should keep you occupied till I come back ;)" Of course, my hormonal teenage mind played out a porno in my head. I rushed to her room and found a jackpot: an outfit on the floor. A blouse and tight fitting pants (both some of my favorites on her) and best of all, a pair of her silky white used panties. I took a huge whiff and almost came right there in my pants. The aroma was divine--sweet and feminine. I took another whiff. My cock was like an iron rod in my pants. I rushed to the living room and slammed down on the couch. I had to free my cock. As I was fumbling my pants off, the door opened. I froze. I knew it would be Mrs. A, but I was horrified. What if the "surprise" was something else? What if she was joking and just wanted me to do the laundry or something. I wanted to hide the panties, but I froze. She came in, seeing me with a beet-red face, panties in one hand and the other covering my massive bulge.My pants were around my ankles. She smiled slyly. I was relieved.

"Did you like my gift?"

I didn't know what to say. I just nodded numbly. She came closer, and sat next to me on the couch. She removed that hand that was on my underwear, exposing my bulge, somehow making me even harder. She looked me in the eye.

"Greg [not my real name}, I've been aware for a while that you notice me, that you look at me body."

I look down, ashamed.

"Don't be ashamed, I'm touched. It makes me feel so good to know that such a bright, handsome young man finds me attractive."

I blushed at the compliment and thanked her numbly.

"My husband and I, as I told you, are going through some rough times. Much of it is his work, but some of it is older. He doesn't view me like I'm sex, especially after the kids. I've been ashamed of my appearance."

I blurted out, "Linda [not her real name], you are one of, if not the single most beautiful women in the world. I fantasize about you every day. I know it would be wrong for us to go further than this, but I just want to say what I've felt for almost two years. You are beautiful, you are intelligent and funny and easy to talk to, and that just makes you sexier to me. Anyone who makes you feel unworthy or ugly doesn't deserve to have you in their life."

At this point she smiled happily.

"You've always been so kind to me, Greg, and I wanted to thank you. I gave you the panties as part of a thank-you gift, and here's the other."

She took off her top. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My teacher was in front of me, topless. She sat on the couch. Her breasts were small and perky, with big areolas and puffy nipples.

"I want you to show me what you do when you fantasize about me."

By now she was just in her panties. She was wearing semi-translucent panties. Through them and around the edges I could see a beautiful, well maintained, downy bush. I got even harder.

"I love your hair," I said, staring at her panties. She smiled and spread her legs, lying down on the couch. I ripped off my shirt and my underwear (I didn't have shoes on so I was buck naked in front of my teacher!). My cock is average size when erect usually (about six inches) but I could swear it was about seven then. I slowly started stroking. I looked at her.

"You're so beautiful."

She stared at me intently, slowly, unconsciously rubbing through her panties. I could see moisture accumulate over time. I looked at her the whole time. Taking in her beauty and the eroticism of the moment, along with my slowly quickening stroking was building up to what I knew would be a killer climax. For almost ten minutes we were silent.Only my grunts and our breathing broken by an occasional comment about how beautiful she was. Suddenly I felt the tightness in my balls. A big one was coming. I looked at her and blurted "I"M CUMMING!" I uttered an animalistic groan of pure sexual pleasure as the first rope shot out of me. I shouted "I LOVE YOU!" I was too lost in the orgasm to think of what saying that would do. Another rope, just as powerful as the first shot out. A third,a fourth, fifth. As sixth rope, powerful but smaller, was followed by two more spurts and then a little ooze. I've never cum so hard or so much in my life. My hand was coated. My crotch was coated. Two splotches on my leg, several on my chest, on my arm, a few on the coach, even one on Mrs. A's leg. After I regained control of my muscles I looked at her. She looked shocked. I was unsure of what to do next. I stood up, my leg, hand, cock, and crotch slowly leaking cum onto the floor.

"I'm gonna go...clean up." I rushed to the bathroom and ran the shower, washing my crotch, cock, chest and legs. I washed my hands vigorously, dried quickly, and was back on the couch in about five minutes. Mrs. A was still there, still undressed, her hand over her vagina but no longer stroking it. I sat down and looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"Don't feel guilty. What we did was natural. Beautiful. I'm just sort of stunned...did you mean what you said?"

"Yes. I love you. I have for a long time. Really ever since I met you. You're beautiful, intelligent, funny, down to earth--the most attractive woman in the world to me. If you weren't married..."

I paused, she looked at me intently.

"If I wasn't married..."

"I don't want to sound like this is all I want from you, but if you weren't married I'd lie you down right here and caress you till you feel as a good as you just made me feel. I would make you feel like that every night because I'd want you to know that you're the most beautiful woman in the world deserving only the best I have to offer."

I was getting hard again. I looked at her panties. They were wet, as was a fairly large patch of the couch. My heart was racing at a million miles an hour. (I'm not much of a "ladies man." Prior to this night, I'd never kissed a girl, let alone fondled. I felt that that was about to change.)

"Let me help you with that." I leaned over her and we kissed passionately. I grabbed her breasts. I fondled them extensively, paying special attention to the nipples. I broke the kiss to lick one and she let out a sexy moan of pleasure. I licked and sucked her nipples as my hands rubbed her thighs. Slowly, I began to remove her soaking panties. I pulled them off but before I touched her there, she grabbed my hand and looked me in the eye.

"Promise me you won't take advantage of me. I'm a married woman. Nothing beyond this. Not right now."

"I'd never dream of taking advantage of you."

I Slowly worked my way around her bush. I'd never touched a vagina before, but she was very responsive, and I figured out what she liked quickly. I stuck one finger in and teased her clit with my other hand. Then I stuck two fingers in, continuously massaging her clit. She started to moan very loudly, and covered her face with a pillow so she wouldn't wake the kids. Watching her be in so much ecstasy of my doing almost made me cum right there. She arched her back and her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers. She screamed into the pillow and her eyes rolled into the bac of her head. She slumped on the couch for about a minute. I made sure she was okay. She said she hadn't felt like that in a long time. We locked arms, both of us totally, naked,and kissed passionately, caressing each other, for several minutes. The night went on and over the next hour and a half or so we pleasured ourselves as the other watched. When it was finally time to go, she told me she was going to need me to babysit again tomorrow. We kissed on last time and she gave me my pay (I forgot I had been there for a job!) and saw there was a $50 tip. I walked home feeling happy and thrilled. I had fulfilled a fantasy pleasuring my teacher--if only manually. I hope that next time we may go further--perhaps she can masturbate me or we can perform oral--as long as she is married I'm hesitant to do penetrative sex, in large part because she seems so uncomfortable with it at this point and I want her to be comfortable with these new feelings.

I'm not sharing this story to "brag" that I "scored" with a hottie. I truly have feelings for Mrs. A. I think what I said in the heat of the passion is true: I love her. I can't find anything wrong with her. Physically, mentally, emotionally, socially, she's perfect.I want her to be happy with someone for the rest of her life, not with the jerk she's with now. I hope, someday, to be that person. She completes me. What I shared with her last night, and hopefully later today (it's now 5:00 a.m.--I've become aroused many times writing this) was more than sexual petting, I feel it was a beautiful bond, something that makes us close. Hopefully she sees it the same way. I want to be with her forever.

Thanks for bearing with me through this ridiculously long story.



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