High School Teacher

I grew up in a small town with a small high school, and my graduating class in 1967 was, and still is, at 38 students one of the largest classes ever to graduate. Male teachers dominated the high school with three females. A female civics teacher in her mid to late 20s was good looking but not an extreme beauty by any means but someone I was very attracted to, especially as a horny 17 year-old. She did not overly flirt or express her sexuality but she was very friendly and very nice to be around. She chaperoned all kinds of school activities and did our senior prom. Like I said small rural high school so the prom attire was dressy but not tux-formal and she wore a nice dress that was rather short and showed her legs and figure real well. The high school dance band provided the music, in which I played the string bass, and we altered fast and slow songs and as the dance progressed we played more slow than fast songs. We also made sure members of the band through the night would have the opportunity to dance and to "The House of the Rising Sun" I asked Elaine, the civics teacher to dance. Without any encouragement she pushed her breasts tightly up against me and her pelvis pushing tightly to mine. Her hand was on the back of my neck, our cheeks touching and my right arm nearly encircled her entire waist. Was I ever hard and turned on! I did not want the song to end. I wish I would have asked her to dance earlier in the evening, as I never got another chance to dance with her before the prom ended. However, at the after prom party we sat close together on a couch and talked about things and again her legs now in slacks were touching mine as we talked. The evening ended as did the school year a couple of weeks later and I left for college in the fall. Three years later we met for lunch, as she was going to summer school at the same college I was attending. We had a long lunch and she informed me that she was divorcing her husband and was earning a business degree to qualify for positions with stock trading companies. There were many touches between use that sent more than one shiver through me wishing that we could see more of each other but my summer job was calling. We never did see other the rest of the summer or for that matter for several years. At a class reunion in the early 80s I discovered she had her brokers license and was working in Kansas City. This was before e-mail but her company had a toll free number and I called her. She had remarried and was divorced for the second time and was a devoted business woman. Over a year or so we talked quite often mostly reminiscing, but also about our present jobs and lives. In 1985 I had a business trip to Miami Florida and she suggested I stop by and see her on the way. She met me at the airport and we both recognized each other immediately as I came out of the jet way-pre TSA rules. She had a nice two bedroom, two bath condominium. In 1985 I was 36 and she in her mid-40s and she looked very good, nice figure, nice hair, and nice face. The first night we went out to eat and the next day we looked the city over and planned to go out to a nice place for dinner and music. But by the end of the day she suggested we have a nice meal at her condo with a nice bottle of wine which I readily agreed to. After dinner she went to her room and took a shower and returned to the living room with a fluffy white robe on and sat on the end of the couch with her legs curled up next to her. I asked her if she would like another glass of wine and went to the kitchen and filled her glass. When I came back to the couch I put my hand on her shoulder as I placed the glass of wine on the end table. She gently covered my hand with her hand on her shoulder and moved her legs from the couch to the floor making room for me to sit next to her. My heart was pounding as I sat down and she held my hand with both of hers in her lap. At that moment we moved our faces towards each other and gently kissed. I just kissed my high school teacher! She said something to the effect that "we shouldn't be doing this" but she leaned back on the couch and pulled me down on top of her. Our next kiss was deeper, wetter, and our tongues explored each others mouth. I discovered she had no clothing on under her robe as I slipped my hand inside the robe and caressed her stomach and breasts. By this time I was immensely turned on and fully opened her robe as we kissed and kissed. I slid my hand down her breasts, over her stomach, down her abdomen, and gently caressed her between the legs. Her skin was like velvet, as I loved touching her. She was very wet and as I caressed her she pulled me tight against her and kissed me deeply. Amazing passionate kisses. Again she said "we should not be doing this" as we continued to kiss, I caressed in, around, and near her wet pussy. I was laying more to the side of her with my back against the couch back as we continued for minutes with both of us breathing hard. I felt her shudder as she squeezed her thighs together capturing my hand as she pulled her bare breasts against me. We laid together a few minutes as I caressed her bare back, bare bottom, and the back of her head. She began to sit up as did I, and I leaned my head on the back of the couch. She said "I'm sorry we can't go further." As she curled her legs up on the couch and still with her robe open she leaned against me, kissed me, and began rubbing my chest and stomach as she pulled my shirt from my pants and put her hand under my shirt. As she rubbed my abdomen her hand began sliding under my pants and the top of my underwear. I was turned on beyond belief as she began rubbing my hard-on on the outside of my pants. Again while kissing me she undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and as I lifted my butt she slid my underwear down. Very slowly she stroked me until I had a super orgasm. After mine, we held each other for a few minutes and then she got up and got a warm cloth to clean me. She wiped me ever so gently and said "time for bed as you have an early flight." She went to her bedroom and me to mine. The next morning she came into my bedroom and slipped under the covers with me. She was nude and cuddled up next to me and I put my arm around her as she put her leg over mine and she started rubbing my abdomen. Her naked body felt very good up against me as I felt her pubic hairs against my hip, her breasts against my side, and her breath on my face. Slowly she got me hard, stoked me slowly, kissed me deeply, and slowly gave me another superb orgasm as we had one of those delightful wet kisses. We laid together whispering to each other how much we enjoyed our time together but again she had many mixed emotions as to what we were doing. She went to the bathroom and returned with a warm cloth and cleaned me up. She kissed me quickly and we both showered, dressed, and had a morning cup of coffee before she took me to the airport. In the parking garage we kissed deeply one last time and she walked me to the gate. We hugged before I walked down the jet way. We talked on the phone a few times and tried to see each other again the next year but it never worked out. She remarried, retired, and I lost track of where she lives. Just a fantastic two days. The intensity, enjoyment, and culmination of a desire that started some 20 years earlier.