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My name is Will; I?m 5 foot 8? and nicely toned with blonde hair and deep green eyes. I?m 18 and recently finished my A levels. This story is about an encounter I had with my English teacher, Mrs Richards. Mrs Richards was hot, and I mean ridiculously hot. She was petite, and no taller than 5 foot 4? and roughly 42. She had the most amazing red hair, it was bright orange and looked almost metallic in the light, and flowed just past her shoulders, but she usually kept it in a pony tail or bun. Her skin was as white as a cloud and just amplified her red hair and bright blue eyes, these things were like beautiful sapphire oceans and I loved them. To go with this she had a smile and a laugh that made you weak at the knees. Her face was breath taking but nothing in comparison to her body! She was thin and toned, took great care of her skin and her chest was the reason I failed English. Mrs Richards had a pair of D?s but on her frame they looked at least E, She would always wear tops that made them look incredible, always leaving the buttons at the top of her blouse undone. (I found out it was because she was so small she could never find a top big enough) Her ass was something to be admired, it was so round and firm in the perfect shape, and she knew it. All in all, one mesmerising woman. A week or so into my exams I saw her in the corridor, I had not seen her for a year or so, as she had been unwell and taken time off. I thought my mind was playing tricks when I walked past and had to take a second glance. I turned to see her walking away and that ass was still incredible. I ran to catch up to her, patted her on the shoulder and she turned round. ?Will!? she cried out. She threw her arms around me, and gave me a smile that nearly made me pass out. ?How are you?? she said still beaming. ?I haven?t seen you in so long, how are your exams going?? Struggling for words I replied, ?Yeah fine thanks miss, how about you, are you ok?? ?Yes I?m fine, just had some time off after I got better, to clear my head? she said. Her smile had somewhat faded and so I thought a change of topic was needed, fast. ?Well at least you?re back, you were always my favourite, and you?ve not aged a day since year 7? I said with a cheeky smile. ?Ha ha Will, whoever said flattery will get you nowhere never met you? she laughed. ?Any way I have to go and sort out my classroom, I?m not teaching till September but the displays still need putting up? She must have picked up on the disappointment Kartal Escort on my face and added, ?But unless you have an exam or need to revise, how about we get lunch at Lakeside cafe?? My face lit up. I did have revision but didn?t have an exam till the Friday so it wasn?t a difficult choice. ?SURE? I said nearly yelling, ?it would be nice to talk.? So at one I went to her room, we had a quick chat while she finished work and then we set off down town. I have always found it easy to talk to older women, and we sat in the cafe talking, joking and telling stories till past four. At this point her alarm went off; she had to get back to go pick up her daughters. When we got back to school she asked if I was free this week, I told her I was free till Friday. She asked if I wouldn?t mind helping her set up her classroom over the next week, I said I wouldn?t mind at all. The next week was fantastic; we did very little work and talked from 9 till 4 about everything. She told me about the divorce, trying to find a new man, when she was young and at school etc. I sat and I listen, simply being with her was good enough for me, I didn?t need to say a thing. Then on the Thursday the conversation had a change of topic. ?Will you consider me a friend, correct?? she said with a cautious, but friendly tone. ?Of course I do miss! I just prefer calling you miss to Joanne, if that?s what you?re getting at.? ?Ha ha no, I was going to ask you about girls? ?Girls?? I said raising an eye brow. ?You?re good looking and you?re nice, you must be popular? she said with a smile. ?Ha ha I do ok I suppose, but you should know by now miss, girls don?t like nice guys, as much as they hate to admit it girls get wet for the jerks? I said. Suddenly I remembered who I was with, and that I was talking about getting girls wet. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable and felt I had over stepped some line. ?Maybe for some, but it?s the nice guys get me wet? she said without looking away from her drink. ?Miss? I said in a startled tone. ?What? You said we were friends, I haven?t got anyone I can really talk to after the divorce, and I enjoy talking about sex.? I felt sorry for her, as I had guessed she was lonely. ?You talk about sex with your friends? right, Then let?s talk, friend? She said with a smile. This made me chuckle and that made it easier. So for an hour or so we discussed sex, my teacher and I. It was uncomfortable at first Kartal Escort Bayan but once we got into it, we were no longer pupil and teacher, we were simply friends. She told me about all the wild exotic places she had had sex, her best time, her worst, the positions she enjoyed (mainly doggy style) and how she enjoys role playing. She then asked me the questions and I told her as truthfully as I would one of my closest friends, and it was starting to turn me on. Her smile would twitch with every answer I presented her, and she was constantly probing for more detail, which I provided where I could. When her alarm went off my heart sank, it meant she had to go back, and I had an exam the next day so wouldn?t see her. My brain suddenly clicked that it was my last exam, and my mood plummeted. Friday flew by, the exam was done and that was it, I was no longer a pupil. I said my goodbyes to all my teachers, working my way to the English block. I finally arrived at Mrs Richards?s room; she opened the door as I was reaching for the knob. ?Well miss I guess this is goodbye, it?s been fun? I muttered. My tone was solemn, and slow. Partly because I was leaving this school, partly due to leaving her and largely due to not being able to think of a word better than fun to sum up all the experiences with her. ?You?re finished now then? she said sounding equally glum. ?And you?re not planning on coming in on Monday?? ?I have no reason to? I said. With that she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Usually during a kiss my hands naturally slide down the back to the ass, however this caught me so off guard that I simply froze. ?That?s a reason to? she whispered into my ear with a smile. She turned and walked away, to continue tending to a display. In a daze I walked to my car, still frozen and brain dead. Had that really just happened? What was going to happen on Monday? AM I DEAD?! For longer than I care to admit I was convinced the latter was the case, but decided if I was dead I would be driving a much nicer car. The weekend crawled by, my head filled with Mrs Richards and her kiss, her smile and that ass. Eventually after two long days, it was Monday. I arrived at school earlier than ever before, and made for Mrs Richards classroom. She was in there but with bags in hand, as if she had only just beaten me in. I knocked and she turned to look at me, seeing my face she hurried towards the door Escort Kartal with a grin spanning her entire face. She locked the door behind me, pushed me against it, and kissed me. Hard. ?I?m so glad you came, I?ve been looking forward to this all weekend? She said in a fast, breathy tone. So fast it took a while to sink in. ?You really think I wouldn?t come after Friday?? I said with a *are you kidding me* look on my face. ?I wasn?t sure if I came on too strong? ?You came on strong, and it was fantastic. So what?s the plan?? I said excitedly. I had a million different scenarios going through my mind, hoping each and every one of them were moments from coming true. ?Well I?m not supposed to be in today, and neither are you, so we have the room all to ourselves? she said with a wink. Then we had another kiss, this time I had enough brain power to move my arms. I glided them down her back and onto her cheeks, they felt as firm as they looked; I squeezed them, pinching them slightly. I then began gently massaging them, eliciting slight moan from her, while I lifted her skirt from behind and cupped them, lifting her slightly onto her toes. All the while maintain our deep, passion infused kiss. She pushed me away and I thought I had gone too far. ?Go in the store room for a second? she said as she fixed her skirt. ?I have a surprise for you? So I walked over to the store room and opened the door. This room was no bigger than the size of a double bed, with shelves on two of the walls. The door shut and locked behind me. Suddenly I was plunged into the dark, until I found the light switch, and when I looked down I noticed she had pushed the key under the door. ?Only open the door when I tell you? She said in a strict tone. The tone she used to give instructions in lessons. It was so powerful it sent shivers down my spine, and almost made me say ?yes miss?. I must have waited five minutes and started to think it might be a set up. I would open the door to find all my friends stood there laughing, and I would be the biggest dick in the world. ?Come out now? she purred. I was wrong; I had been set up for something so much sweeter. There Mrs Richards was, bent over her desk looking back at me with a smile. She had put on the tiniest Tartan skirt, essentially a belt. Poking out underneath was her ass, looking amazingly smooth, pale and delicious, with a thin black strip of material running between her cheeks and covering her pussy. She was wearing a white shirt unbuttoned to the bottom two buttons and a black bra. To go with all this she wore high heeled black shoes (I don?t know brands) adding to her height and sex appeal. I was amazed there was any blood left in my head. Her hair was flowing down her back, she had a deep red lipstick on and mascara.