Shadowing And Lusting After Ms. Robinson - Sex Stories

Shadowing And Lusting After Ms. Robinson

I stood looking at her teach in the classroom as I sat at my desk. Her perky lips moved as did her nicely sized boobs as she maneuvered. My panties got wet again as deep breaths were taken in. Admiration had a lot to do with my attraction and getting over my crush wasn't an option. A few years before, I sat in one those student chairs in her math class. Even as I hated the subject, I always arrived in the classroom as an anxious woman. Two years after I graduated from high school, I came back to my school and asked Ms. Robinson if I could shadow her. There had been many nights where we'd stay late at the school and prepare for the next day. One of those nights, my eyes viewed her on her knees as that beautiful face got drenched by another woman's pussy as she thought I had left the building. Therefore, it became tattooed in my brain that she liked the ladies too. I had never had sex with a woman before, but she always seemed to take a dip in my sexual juices to get them rushing like an ocean. As my eyes became attracted to her, I found myself starring at her at least half the class. From her curly brown hair, to her skinny legs and her plump butt, I had to have her. As the class wrapped up, the students left and I found myself right in front of her. The blouse worn by her, just wasn't getting the job done, as it had two buttons left undone. It was a blouse that had eight buttons, from top to bottom and her skirt left much of her legs visible. My head never leaned up, it ...

... just stayed right on her beautiful body as I saw her rubbing her tits slowly. "Hello, anyone in there?" Her hands wandered back and forth in front of me. I came back and threw my stuff in my bag as I had to get out of there. Worried I might have sent the wrong signal, my feet sprinted out. I managed to avoid her until the next class and the process started all over again as she went back into teaching mode. My desires were to ask her out sooner or later, but I could never make myself do it. Words were always limited between the two of us, because I always became nervous and couldn't formulate them too well. I loved her physically and began falling for her emotionally too. My efforts to play it cool weren't panning out so well as sweat poured down my body as if I was showering in each class. The shadowing program lasted for a single semester and my last class with her was looming. In our second to last class, my eyes remained glued to her perfect body. It also became obvious that one less button was done up than usual. "Could she have been trying to send me a signal?" My eyes were on her boobs. With my eyes on that destination quite often, it could be expected that she caught me. As a smile formed on my face, she turned to me. Her head went down with her eyes on me as all the every other sounds were drowned out. The lights dimmed down, but no words were spoken. Her feet strolled to me as her hands undid her blouse. Her bra entered my line of vision as she made it to my desk. Her ...