My english teacher was the first one to teach me how to fuck like a real woman - Sex Stories

My english teacher was the first one to teach me how to fuck like a real woman

A year before I graduated, we got a new teacher for my english class, who got there straight from university. Her name was Mrs. Cordo. She looked quite non-teacheresque, with nice clothes, decent make-up and a gorgeous haircut. Her light brunette hair fell in gigantic waves around her sweet and somehow regal-looking face. I don't know how it stayed like that all day long. At the time I was pretty unruly and loud-mouthed in class, but since I was also pretty good at english she let me do my thing. All she ever did was give me those looks, which made me shut up right away. Back then, I didn't quite know what to make of them, but today I'm sure she had the hots for me. Also at the time we had a school outing every year, and because I hated PE in general and thought hiking was stupid, I tried to somehow get away from that. So right after we started I slowly fell back and when we got into the forest, I looked for a secluded spot and acted like I had to go suddenly. There, I waited until everyone else passed me. The weather was nice, it got quiet and somehow everything was so peaceful and intimate that I started playing with myself. Even back then I liked wearing dresses and skirts with nothing underneath. So I sat behind a tree in a little depression on the ground and masturbated, and when I was finished, I heard a noise from behind a different tree. I looked around and saw how something moved there. Startled, I tried to sneak away quietly and watch from behind a shrubbery what ...

... was going on. I couldn't believe my eyes. There's Mrs. Cordo with a hand in her open jeans, her eyes closed and the other hand underneath her sweatshirt. Maybe I was too surprised, or too excited, or too hasty, but I lost my footing and fell with a loud rustling into the shrub. When I got back up again, she looked at me surprised and stammered something like: "Uh, hello... hello Anna. I... I didn't notice you and w-w-w-wanted just... only..." I just mumbled something like: "That's alright, I was doing... it... myself..." She smiled shyly and I didn't quite know what to do. I felt stupid standing around like this and asked: "So, are you finished?" while trying to avoid staring at her open pants. She looked at me clueless. "I mean, did you... come?" She blushed. "Oh, uh, no, I mean, I did, I just wanted to... go for little girls." She stuttered while trying to avoid looking at me. I was speechless for a moment and must've got even paler than I usually am. "Oh!" I finally said, "well, I'll... wait for you then," and went a little bit sideways without looking. She acted like she tried to pee, but I couldn't hear anything. After a while I asked: "Is it not working?" - "No," she sighed and got back up. "I can't when I feel watched." We walked on in quiet, but she was visibly nervous. Maybe she was afraid that I saw her. After a while she couldn't stand it anymore and asked: "So, what was it you meant earlier?" I acted clueless: "When earlier?" - "Well, you thought about something ...