I thought it was cute. I was old enough to be his mother, but my young student had a enormous crush on me.
I was teaching English at Sir John A MacDonald High School. Steven was in his final year. The eighteen year old planned to go on to university the following year to obtain his bachelor's degree.
I tried not to dress provocatively to distract my male students. I wore conservative dresses that showed little of my legs and my bust was always well concealed. I was also aware that boys this age had vivid imaginations and raging hormones.
"Golly Mrs. Johnson I would love to help." Steven enthusiastically volunteered.
I had been chatting with a few of my students about my current project. I was ambitiously converting the old stable behind our house into a guesthouse. My husband Doug had a contractor come in a gut the place. New floors were laid and walls erected. It was my job to finish it off, the painting, decorating and adding the woman's touch.
Doug was an executive with a computer conglomerate in the city hand had little time for such trivial stuff, or me for that matter. It was usually quite late when he arrived home and many nights he stayed in the city if he had a long meeting or problem to solve.
I immersed myself into my teaching and my current challenge, the guesthouse.
I enjoyed teaching and was blessed with all the things a woman could dream of. Our stone house in the country side outside of town was over a hundred years old but had been brought into the twenty-first century with the installation of all the mod cons, air conditioning, a kitchen most restaurants would be proud of and a large in ground pool in the back garden. All I was missing was the companionship of my husband.
I do not want to sound like a complaining wife. Doug worked hard to provide us with a lavish lifestyle. My only regret was that we had so little time to enjoy it together. It seemed most of our time was consumed entertaining our friends or Doug's business contacts and our personal time together was too limited. Even our lovemaking had developed into rushed intervals as the opportunity presented itself. I missed the afternoons we use to spend together when we were dating making love beside a stream far from the hustle bustle of civilization.
I was my husband's trophy wife. Standing five foot, seven inches at a trim one hundred and twenty pounds I presented a striking figure with my 38C bust. My auburn red hair cascaded almost to my ass in curly strands. Doug always said fire flashed in my iridescent green eyes and that h adored my pouty lips. Doug loved to show me off. He encouraged me to buy very provocative and suggestive clothing to wear while we entertained. He enjoyed the way the husbands looked at me and wanted them to see what they were missing.
When I was teaching I underwent the metamorphosis into the matronly School Marm. It was my duty to develop strong minds, not corrupt them!
"Well, if you really want to you can come over Saturday." I told my eager student. Saturday Doug would be home and there would be no indiscretion in having a student of the opposite sex at my home.
When Doug brought Angelo home for dinner he took me aside and asked me to be "nice' to him, he was an important client. Angelo Castiglione was obese; a creepy sort of guy who I knew in his mind was fucking me! Doug had asked me to dress particularly alluring that evening so I had on my green sequel gown with the plunging neckline and side split up to my ying-yang. The dress had to be worn without a bra and most of my creamy orbs were exposed.
Doug was in the kitchen preparing out drinks. Ang stared at my breasts as he spoke. "Are you very oral?" he inquired. I was shocked by his audacity, "I do my best." I admitted. "Do you swallow?" he persisted, "I try to please my husband." I conceded.
"Ask him to dance." Doug whispered in my ear. It was after dinner and we were relaxing in the living room enjoying a drink and Strauss. Horrified at the thought I yielded to my husband's wishes and invited the lecherous Italian to dance.
In front of my husband's eyes his hands were all over me. He held me tightly pressed against his hard cock while his hand caressed my ass. I wore no panties, just pantyhose, so his fingers could trace the natural valley between my cheeks. Doug just sat back and enjoyed his cigar.
Doug rewarded me with an orgasm after our guest had left.
"By the way I have to go to Chicago this weekend." He informed me. "Oh do you have to?" I moaned at the prospect of spending another weekend alone. I had completely forgotten about Steven's planned visit.
"Duty calls!" Doug answered as he rolled over to get some sleep.
I awoke early Saturday morning; Eager to accomplish a lot I quickly slipped on a pair of panties and my white canvas shorts I used to paint in. No need for a bra, an old tattered tee shirt would do.
With my coffee in hand I made my way out to the guesthouse. Things were beginning to take shape; with luck it would be ready for use in a couple of weeks. The impeding visit of my student helper had completely slipped my mind in the multitude of thoughts filling my mind.
"Good morning Mrs. Johnson!" The voice startled me out of my thoughts. Turning I saw Steven standing in the doorway with a silly grin on his face.
"Oh Steven, I'm sorry I forgot you were coming." I apologized.
"It's o.k. I thought you might be busy so when you didn't answer the door I came around back to see is I could find you." He explained.
I looked at my watch, it was past 10 am, time had flown whist I was putting a coat of fresh Daffodil yellow on the kitchen walls.
I couldn't help noticing Steven staring at me. It was the first time he had seen his teacher braless and so much bare leg showing. I couldn't help blushing with my immodesty.
"If you want to help you can move some of that scrap material out of the front room." I asked him breaking the tension. The contractor had left several boxes of wood scraps after finishing his work. They needed to be moved so I could decorate the room.
Steven cheerfully accepted his chore and went to work. We worked as a team and soon it was lunchtime
"Would you like me to order a pizza?" I asked my industrious helper. "That would be great!" he answered.
Truly the young lad was in heaven, spending the day with the woman he loved, to him it was like a date.
We finished our snack and a soda each and were ready to go back to work. As the sun had rose to its azimuth the day had grown hot and humid. I could see the perspiration on Steven's brow and felt a trickle between my breasts.
"Would you like to take a dip in the pool?" I asked him. "I didn't bring my suit." He said with a disappointed look on his face. "You could swim in your shorts." I boldly suggested.
He got all shy on me. "I will just wear my underwear too!" I added trying to make him feel at ease.
What was I thinking? Swimming with a student only wearing underwear, how inappropriate!
I slipped off my shorts and realizing I had no bra on I slipped into the pool in my panties and tee shirt. Submerged in the water my panties instantly turned transparent, allowing my student to see my closely cropped vee through the gossamer material. I lunged forward and swam to where Steven was standing. When I stood before him the water was only waist deep and the wet tee shirt clung to my breasts, my nipples prominently thrusting out beneath the thin wet cotton. Steven looked in disbelief.
"Do you think I am pretty?" I mischievously asked. The question was unnecessary, I could see by the tent in his shirts just beneath the water he approved.
To break the edge I playfully splashed water on Steven. He retaliated and soon we were engaged in a gleeful water fight like a couple of kids.
Unintentionally or otherwise Steven's erection brushed against my leg. Even though the fabric of his shorts I could feel his youthful firmness. My nipples responded instantly.
In the cool water my nipples were already aroused and providing spectacular viewing to my young friend, now they were screaming for attention! With primal impulse I lifted the tee shirt off over my head. My breasts were bare for Steven's admiration.
Steven was stunned; he couldn't make sense of my sudden presentation of my nude tits to him?
"I want you to fuck me." I said. I couldn't believe my own words; I was asking a teenage student to do the unspeakable!
Steven didn't need to be asked twice, quickly he came to me and embraced me in his arms. He drew my bare chest tightly against his and I felt his hands slide down my bare back. Reaching the elastic of my panties his thumbs hooked under and continued their descent, taking my last remaining garment with them.
Steven quickly shed his own shorts. We were together completely naked about to mate.
He felt wonderful sliding into me. His powerful hands cupped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me onto his unrelenting hardness. His youthful member was so refreshingly rigid, forcing my vaginal walls to surrender to his presence.
"Oh my God Steven, you feel sooooooo good!" I praised him. My adoration only encouraged his penetration of the core of my sexuality. Energetically he commenced driving his firm penis in and out of my yielding channel. In this moment of time I was his!
We fucked like two sex starved maniacs.
"Can I come in you Mrs. Johnson?" my young lover asked. "Less of the Mrs. Johnson and please do!" I granted.
Had I totally lost my mind? I was not on the pill and allowing this virile youth to spew his potent sperm in me was courting disaster. The mating ritual was too strong...
"Fuck me Steven, fuck me hard!" I brazenly begged.
The world spun as my orgasm thundered through my body. Bright flashes of light appeared as if within my head, surges of high voltage shot through my extremities, I had never experienced or even imagined such an intense orgasm as was now claiming my body.
"Oh my fucking God!" I cried out as the ecstasy reached the point of being unbearable.
Steven's face was strained as I felt him release his seed to the security of my womb.
Exhausted we left the pool for the comfort of my bed. Naked we lay together familiarizing ourselves with each other's body. Steven's hands gently caressed me, his fingers tracing the circles of my aureoles. I lovingly cradled his beautiful member him my hands, kissing and licking it from base to tip. I gently took his testicles into my mouth and sucked and caressed his sac with my tongue.
We sucked and fucked for over an hour. Steven's stamina was amazing. We tried all my favorite positions, me on top, doggy and of course missionary.
He particularly enjoyed me being on top of him "riding" his cock. He would cup and squeeze my breasts as my cunt gyrated, grinding his cock into my vagina walls. Again and again he spewed loads of his sperm into my unprotected womb. The thought that he may be impregnating me gave me a heady feeling of bliss.
In school the following Monday it was business as usual. I could not afford to show any signs of affection to my young lover in case some of the other students detected our secret.
At the end of class I did whisper to him that my husband would not be home until Friday! |
