The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... Charlene's hand softly touch my breast through the thin shirt, it wasn’t long before I felt my nipples pushing against the fabric, and no doubt she could feel them as the palm of her hand brushed over them, I actually flinched in surprise when she did. I’d never had another person touch me like this and I was unprepared for the bolt of pleasure that shot through me with each new sensation. “Is it ok for me to touch you like this?” She asked. “Yes, yes of course. I didn’t mean to flinch, it’s all just…new to me,” the second I said those words I regretted it! I’d never felt quite as embarrassed and inexperienced as I had done then! I didn’t have much time to dwell on it though. “Good, don’t worry,” she said with a smile. She moved back a little and looked down at my shirt; my nipples were starting to ache as they pushed against it. She trailed a path with her finger down my throat and chest and down in-between my breast. My breathing became shallow again as Charlene undid the buttons of my shirt one by one until it fell apart. The relief from the constant straining was wonderful but nowhere near as pleasurable as feeling Charlene's warm hand take hold of my left breast. I gasped quite loudly when she ever-so-gently squeezed my virgin breasts, so much so that she immediately covered my mouth with her own. She continued to caress me as our lips met again; I’d never been so turned on in my life, my hands ran through her beautiful blonde hair and down her back over the silky ...

... material of her shirt, I wanted to touch her in the same way she was touching me but I guessed there would be time for that later, for now I enjoyed being the very centre of this beautiful woman’s attention. Her hand left my breast and moved lower, down over my bare stomach and then to the waistband of my little skirt. “Is it ok for me to touch you here?” Charlene asked as her forefinger slipped inside the waistband of my underwear. “Yes,” I said with the breath I had left in my lungs. “Touch me anywhere.” I did realise how slutty that might have sounded to her but at this point I was too far gone to care. My body was literally pulsing with energy; the pleasure had built up inside me like water builds up against a dam. I was aching for it to be released and it seemed that Charlene knew exactly how to release it. As soon as I’d given her the ‘go-ahead’ Charlene slipped her hand under the waistband of my skirt. I felt her fingers through the thin material of my increasingly damp panties. She delicately ran her finger around the material before finally slipping beneath and, at last, I felt her touching my pussy. “MMMmmmm,” my voice came without my consent. When I’d watched porn movies in the past I’d assumed the women were faking the vocals, I knew that women don’t scream in that way at all but now I knew that, given the right motivation, my body would do whatever it liked, including making noises. I could see Charlene smiling as her finger ran up and down my wet slit, she seemed to ...