A Sensual Teacher – Student Experience

Disclaimer- This story is a work of fiction. This is my first attempt to write an erotic story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
“Rahul… but..but this is wrong.. I’m your teacher…

Let me back up a little. The first time I enjoyed a woman’s touch was in 12th grade. I was eighteen years at that time. She was 25. She was my teacher. From the moment I met Anita, I’ve had a crush on her. She had a dark colored skin, a cute and bright smile and an amazing body. She was thin, with medium sized breasts. Her ass was cute and since she was a twenty-year-old, she unknowingly swung her ass the sides while walking in school. She was from Bangalore and hence wore the most amazing clothes. Since saree was the uniform for the teachers, she always wore shiny ones which were backless. All the guys used to stare at her when she left the class.

Now, she and I had a special relationship. She was friendly to every student but we were like best friends. We were so compatible that we exchanged numbers just after one week since we met. We used to text all the time. Once on a naughty and daring mood, I texted her that I had to go now as I was going to take a bath and that I wasn’t wearing anything but a towel. To that she replied, “ well be careful.. you don’t want that towel to fall off now ;)”. That really gave me an instant boner. Since that day, I slowly started injecting a sexual edge to our conversations. She never said anything against and went along with it.

Finally, the end of the school year came and she had to return to her hometown permanently. Since our time was almost up, I threw caution to the wind. I knew I had to have sex with her and this was my last chance. I invited her to have coffee with me and in that café, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and openly confessed to her that I love her. I WAS LYING.

She was startled by this. I took her hand in my hand. She didn’t dare to look at my face and kept staring on to the floor.
“come on Anita, we both knew that we were more than friends. I know that you love me too.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Rahul. I’m. I’m your teacher. I don’t love you.”

Then I acted as if I was hurt and said “So that is all I am to you? Just another student? Really Anita?” I retracted my hands and loaded my face with hurt expressions hoping that she would take the bait. She did.

She leaned towards me and said “No Rahul. you aren’t just a student to me.” Tears were falling from her eyes. HEH. The trick worked better than I thought.

“You are right… I love you too… but we can’t do this Rahul… It’s wrong.”

I was in heaven. I was laughing like hell in my mind and felt an admiration towards myself. Time to bring out my acting skills.
I looked at her, deep into her eyes. I was questioning her with my looks.

“Why not Anita? I don’t want to let the rules of this fucking society to stand in our way. I love you. And, and.. you are gonna leave now anyway. I want to be with you till you leave. I just want us to be honest to ourselves at least till you leave Anita…”

“I don’t know Rahul… I… I have to go now. I have to think. I will call you.” she hurriedly got up from the table. I kept looking at her like a wounded animal. As she walked away, she kept looking back and I knew that with each look, she was breaking down.
I waited. Two days. It took two days for her to make up her mind. She called me and asked me to meet her in her apartment. Said she wanted to talk.

The plan worked. I bought a few condoms, hid it my purse and went to her apartment. I maintained the appearance of an innocent real lover. As per plan I went in there with the whole wounded animal expression and suddenly changed it to a happy one the moment I saw her. As per the plan, She noticed and this I saw her smiling to herself coyly and secretly. She was wearing a gray top and black tracks. She looked gorgeous.

She sat on the sofa. I sat near her.
“Rahul… I don’t even know why I called you here… you were right… I can’t pretend anymore. I have to be honest with myself.”
I looked at her with the most romantic and passionate smile I could come up with.

She was dumbstruck and kept staring at me, with her eyes wide and not knowing what to do.

This was the moment. I braced myself. I leaned towards her. I held her face with my hands and kissed her.

She was startled by this action but didn’t pull back. She stayed there for a moment, then started to kiss me back.

It was my first kiss. It was beautiful. I explored her mouth with my tongue. The saliva from her mouth flowed into mine. we kept kissing again and again. I slowly started caressing her face with the back of my hand.

She stopped kissing me. For a moment, both of us were still. We looked into each others eyes. Just with that look, she had let me know that she was ready.

I kissed her again. This time not so deeply. When she tried to kiss me back I moved my lips away from hers and kissed her cheek. Then I slowly started kissing down on her neck. When I kissed her neck, she let out a soft moan. She just tilted towards me as if she was melting into me.

While kissing her neck, I slowly moved my hands over her body. I moved it over her breasts. They were tender and firm at the same time. I massaged her breasts over her dress slowly making my way towards her nipple. I felt her breathing getting heavier. I reached her the center of her breast and slowly pinched them.
“mmmm……..” she sighed.

Her moans fueled my actions. My fingers then moved from her breasts to her navel. I slowly circled around her belly. Then I slowly made my way to her thighs. I kept my hand between her legs and felt the warmth. I slowly massaged her vulva over her pants.
“Rahul….” she whimpered.

I stopped kissing her. I muttered, “ I love you.” This time I wasn’t lying. At that moment, I really did fall for her.

She and I shared a look and she slowly removed her top. I put her legs on my thigh and slowly rolled down her pants. The woman I have fantasied for over a year was now lying in front of wearing nothing but a black bra and matching panties.
I got on top of her. I stood on my knees and hands. She purred under me like a kitten.

I kissed her, this time more wildly and strongly. She broke the kiss, lifted her torso and took off her bra.

“Wow…” I muttered. She blushed at that comment.
Her breasts were bigger than I thought. Her tits were brown in color. Her nipples had grown. I sucked on the right one like a baby. I squeezed the other with my right hand.
“Ahhhh..”

I became more vigorous and wild with every one of her moans.
“Rahul…” she said in a low tone- “Eat me, baby.. I want you to taste me..”
I kissed down her belly and reached her panties. They were wet. I slowly rolled them down her thighs.
Her pussy was dark in color. Her lips were folded here and there. She wasn’t bushy, but there were patches of hair. It wasn’t like what I had seen in porn. It wasn’t pink or perfect. It had its imperfections. It had a unique odor. It made me want her more…

The aroma of her juices filled my nose. I planted a small kiss on her vulva lips. Then another one, this one more deep and raw.
I licked her pussy lips from top to bottom. I again did that, but this time at the opening, I put my tongue in and licked inside her in a swift motion.
“ God.. Rahul..” she muttered.

I moved my tongue around her vulva. Then I did the same in the opposite direction. I put my thumb on her clit and rubbed it up and down. She started moaning. Loudly. It wasn’t like a porn star moan. It was real.

I pushed her lips to the sides with my tongue and inserted my tongue in. I didn’t know what I was doing but when I started moving my tongue around I knew she loved it. She arched her back and moved like a serpent up and down. She lifted her head, looked at me and pushed my head further towards her vagina. She kept running her fingers through my hair.

I kept licking her again and again. Then I took my tongue out and started licking her clit up and down. She moved her torso up and down according to the movement of my tongue. I saw her pussy dripping out the juice. I slowly inserted my finger into her. and moved it slowly at first then hastily. Her moans had now turned into screams. Each one drove me more and wilder.
“Rahul ..I’m… I’m cumming..” she screamed

I quickly took out my fingers and lip locked her pussy. I rubbed her clit vigorously and flapped my tongue into her vagina.
“oh, my god…OH MY GOD!!!’ she screamed even louder.
I felt her vaginal walls contracting around my tongue and a river of her juice rushed into my mouth.

Her screams reached the highest point and then her breathing became slower and slower and deeper.

I slowly got up on my knees and climbed on top of her like before. I saw a blank expression on her face. Her eyes were bulged her lips open, inhaling deeply.

She didn’t move for a minute. I really didn’t know what was happening.

Then she slowly looked at me.
The moment lasted for a few seconds and was broken by her subtle laughter.

“your face is dripping” she muttered as she laughed. I also laughed for a moment.

Both of calmed down after a few seconds and I leaned down and kissed her.

Suddenly, she rolled me down on to the floor. I almost screamed. I was bewildered. she also rolled down and got on top of me. She smiled. It wasn’t an innocent smile. It was wicked. It was sexy. It was almost if I revealed a whole new side of her. it was as if she was a different person.

“Okay, Rahul, time for me to play with you…”.
To be continued in the next episode.