Me And Mrs.Smith - Sex Stories

Me And Mrs.Smith

... Mrs. Smith to get ready for work. We decided I would arrive at her house at 8:00 PM that same day, and that was all I could think about all day long. Just thinking of sleeping in the same room as her got me all tingly and a little wet. I would be lying if I said I didn't stop to get myself off a couple of times during the class breaks.

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I got home from college and went to my apartment for a quick shower since I didn't want to arrive at Mrs. Smith's house covered in sweat from training. After that, I put on a tank top with some sweatpants, grabbed a couple of snacks and a bottle of wine, and, for the second time that day, knocked on her door.

"You're here!" Mrs. Smith said as she opened the door and pulled me into her apartment.

I supposed she was already in her pajamas, wearing a light blue babydoll with some lace, thin enough for me to see the slightly darker part of her breasts where her areola rested. I took a deep breath to compose myself and focused on not staring too much.

"I brought some wine!" I said, shaking the bottle a little.

"Oh my god! I love Merlot; it's my favorite!" She said with a big smile and went to the kitchen to bring over two glasses.

Not too long after, we were both sitting comfortably on the couch, drinking wine, and watching some random movie that was competing for the best picture at the Oscars. To my surprise, the main couple in the movie was two girls.

We were halfway into the movie when some pretty spicy scenes ...

... started to happen, those two girls were kissing and groping like crazy! I was so embarrassed that I didn't even want to look at Mrs. Smith, but my curiosity got the better of me. When I looked into her face, she was hypnotized; her cheeks were flushed, and she was slightly chewing on her bottom lip. She looked so sexy, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I started becoming aware of how close we were, how her thigh was lightly brushing against my own, and how she was leaning into me. When she suddenly turned her piercing blue eyes and stared at me, I could feel a jolt of electricity run through my whole body. Mrs. Smith looked nervous, and it seemed like she was trying to gather the strength to say something. When she finally did, I couldn't be more shocked.

"Lizzie, you're a lesbian, right?" she asked.

I gaped at her and noticed her starting to regret asking the question.

"I-I'm so sorry, Lizzie. I-it's just... I was just wondering. You d-don't have to answer; forget it, okay?" Poor Mrs. Smith looked on the verge of tears, so I squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"It's okay; I don't mind you asking. It's just I never told you about that, did I?" I gave her a little smile.

"Yeah, it's just..." At this moment, she blushed furiously, and I was scared she might combust. "Sometimes I hear some things; the walls here are pretty thin, you know."

It was now my turn to blush furiously. I wanted to be swallowed by a hole and die from embarrassment. I immediately remembered ...