The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... dear what a shame’ smile or an awkward ‘how the fuck do I get rid of her’ smile. It was a smile that gave me hope. “Oh Amy, what am I going to do with you?” She continued. Still smiling, she turned her head in the direction of the classroom door then back to me, and then she put a finger under my chin and gently raised it until we were face to face again. I wondered what the hell was going on; nothing made much sense until… “Listen, to me Amy.” Charlene abandoned the soft tone and used her ‘teacher’ voice. It worked because I immediately looked up at her. “No matter what, you have to promise me, and I mean really promise me that you will never breathe a word of this to anyone.” (‘HOLY FUCK!!!’) “Amy?” She was waiting for an answer. “Yes, Miss,” (shit!) “I mean, no, no I won’t,” I sounded ridiculous and felt like a pathetic schoolgirl with a silly crush. Just to be sure she’d got the message I shook my head from side to side. “Good,” said Charlene, more to herself than me. “That’s good.” My chin still rested on her finger and I was looking up at her. She turned to look at the door a final time, and then turned back to face me. She paused for a moment and just stared at me, I met her gaze for a moment, then the hand that had been under my chin circled round to the back of my head and, with all the tenderness in the world, pulled me towards her, the space between us was quickly closed and, for the second time today, our lips met each other. Even when my lips were closing in on ...

... Charlene's I half expected things to go wrong but, happily, it seemed like smooth sailing for now. Her lips lightly touched mine with just a tiny amount pressure at first, as if we were introducing them to each other, but then our kisses got a little harder. I suddenly felt deeply erotic, especially when I felt the tip of her tongue trace the outline of my lips and then, with a deftness that almost made me cry out, she worked her way between my lips and, for the first time in my life, I felt a woman’s tongue on mine. Charlene was speeding things up now; her tongue danced around mine inside my mouth while she ran her fingers through my long hair. My inexperience began to show itself because I wasn’t certain what to do with my hands, so I just copied what she was doing to me. Our kiss was becoming a little more passionate now; Charlene withdrew her tongue from my mouth and gently kissed her way down my chin before planting her wet lips on my neck. As soon as she did I made an involuntary noise. “Mmmmm” Charlene seemed to take encouragement from my vocalised approval and kissed me some more, instead of little light pecks she sucked and smooched her way over my soft skin, making her way back up my neck, she stopped off to gently pull my earlobe between her teeth before dragging her lips along my jawbone and final back to my mouth. It was the most erotic and sensual experience of my life up to that point, my beautiful, and former, teacher savouring my taste. While we kissed, I felt ...