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
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 b—–s.
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 a-s or the perfect outline of her b—–s
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 tip toes trying to figure out where she wanted to arrange the new
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 spilt 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 stain 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 b—-t. I had been rubbing in small circles and had actually been rubbing her b—-t 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 b—-t.
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 d–k shuddered in my trousers as I quickly realized I had really groped Mrs. Chika’s b—-t.
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
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 b—-t.
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 b—-t for a while and then allowed my hands to slide completely over her b—-t. I also brought my other hand up from my side and cupped her other b—-t with
Mrs. Chika had closed her eyes and tipped her head back
slightly, so I assumed that she had no intentions of stopping me.
As I rubbed and caressed her b—–s, I couldn’t believe how amazingly sexy they felt under her top. I could feel her n—–s begin to stiffen and occasionally my fingers make small circles
around them. Soon her n—–s were standing very erect and were quite prominently sticking out from her b—–s.
Mrs. Chika’s breathing had become a little irregular and her lips were now slightly parted. Her b—–s were very soft under my
fingers and as I slid my fingers gently over her b—–s 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
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 c-m.
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 anymore 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 trouser down around my
ankles and I now stood in front of her with only my boxer shorts keeping my d–k 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-c-m 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.”.