When I was 20 and a junior in college I was taking a course in biology. Our class had maybe 35 students and I sat in the front row. The teacher was a beautiful woman about 40 years old with a nice body and she wore a pair of glasses that made her look like a legal secretary.
I found her so attractive. I would sit in class and daydream about her all the time, sometimes getting full erections in my pants. I found her glancing and smiling at me often and I would give a slight knowing smile back to her, yet I was never sure if her smile was just a friendly smile or a 'come hither' type smile.
As the weeks passed I became less concerned about my hard-on and stopped crossing my legs when that happened. I just sat there with legs sprawled in front of me with a big mound in my pants. One day I caught her glancing at it followed by another very friendly smile. At that point my buldge really grew to the maximum and I laid back in my chair and really let her see my lap. At the end of class that day with about 5 minutes remaining I knew I had to get up out of the chair so I took my mind off her so my dick would go soft, and I could get up without everyone seeing my 'problem.'
As we were all leaving class, she stopped me and asked me if I wanted to go for a coffee. Of course I did! We went to a coffee shop across from the building and had a seat with a couple mugs of coffee. She kind of apologized for smiling so often at me ... and then this floored me ... she said she 'felt comfortable with me.' What was that supposed to mean? I told her I felt the same way too. She asked me if I wanted to come over to her house that evening around 7. I instantly said yes!
Here she was about 20 years older than me and divorced, and she was gorgeous. Just sitting beside her on the couch chatting about school and biology (which I wasn't even listening to even though I was answering her) gave me a hard-on. She started telling me about how she had been single for about 6 years and how most of the men she had dated since divorce were losers.
We kind of snuggled really close. She was so warm and smelled so fresh. My buldge was really huge now. She laid her hand right on it and acted like it was an accident and said 'I'm sorry!' I just leaned back on the couch and told her to 'please do that again. That felt wonderful!' She reached over and firmly squeezed my throbbing dick through my pants and she let out a sigh. 'Oh, you are sooo hard!' She began moving her hand up and down as I was leaning back on her couch. I admitted to her that she affected me that way and I had one all the time in class and she told me she had noticed. Her smile was making me melt.
She told me she wanted to take care of it for me. She carefully unzipped my pants and slid them off of me, then pulled my underwear down. She so lovingly held my throbbing dick in her hand and told me it was the most beautiful dick she had ever seen in her life. This 20 year old guy was in heaven at this point. She started jacking me off slowly. I told her I wanted to see her body too, that is if she would show it to me. She smiled, stopped jacking me, and took her clothes off and sat back down beside me.
Her breasts were beautiful and firm, her nipples like 50 cent pieces, and her pussy had a nicely trimmed short dark brown bush. As she resumed jacking me I slipped my fingers between her legs and found her to be already very wet. I fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit as she jacked me. She told me how she loved to see men squirt their cum and how she found masturbation to be very sexy. I agreed wholeheartedly!
I soon came squirting my cum all over my stomach and it dripped all over her hand. She gave me a few directions on her g-spot and finger movement on her clit and eventually she came too.
For the rest of that year and my whole senior year we got together often and masturbated. Sometimes she just wanted to watch me instead of her doing it for me, and sometimes she wanted to do herself as I watched her. I ended up falling in love with this beautiful woman but I was 20 years her junior. My heart was broken when near the end of my senior year she told me she was seeing a nice man she had met and she couldn't see me anymore. I was crushed and cried real tears like a baby for days.
I am 55 years old today and married, but in my heart I still love this woman and I always will. I have no idea where she is today, or even if she is alive at 75, but I think about her all the time. I will never forget her, ever.