Hi readers. I’m Ayaan, standing at almost 5’11, fair, with brown eyes, medium-long hair, and an eye-catching physique. I’m an athlete and regular at the gym. And I’m a pretty handsome guy, according to women. So, let’s get started.
The incident happened in my junior college when I was 19. It was the day of the football tournament. 16 teams from 16 schools were participating in the tournament. All who had different strategies, strengths and weaknesses. This tournament was like none other.
This time the tournament was being held at a school near us, about 10- 15 km away. We were accompanied by our coach, three teachers (two teaching and one non-teaching). It was as important as board exams for most schools in the tournament.
We played our first match with the ‘X’ team. The score was 0-2, where the ‘X’ team had scored 2 goals and we were at 0. Then it was halftime, and both teams went back to their respective dressing rooms. It started raining heavily afterwards.
Inside the dressing room, outrage had broken down. A big quarrel started between the players, where each was blaming the other for the loss. Things were getting escalated, and if our coach didn’t stop it, it might have created havoc.
The coach began reprimanding us and told us it wasn’t due to one player’s error but a collective failure. Then an announcement was made. Due to the bad weather, the game will commence after the rain stops. Following his lengthy lecture, the coach left, and we all settled down.
After a few seconds, after the coach left, I stood up and started to go outside. That’s when one of my friends (let’s call him Ajay) asked me.
Ajay: Where are you going?
Me: I need to calm my mind after all this. I need some fresh air. I am going out.
Ajay: Ok, but where?
Me: Anywhere where I find peace, I guess.
I then got outside and went to the third floor of the building, which was under construction. But there was no one around (including workers), I guess it was due to the tournament. I stood on a balcony at the back, overlooking a small forest.
Breathing in the fresh air, I felt a sense of calmness, and that’s when.
Shwetha: Calming yourself, I see.
She knew me well. Shwetha is the heroine of this story, so basically, she was my sexy library teacher (the one non-teaching staff). She was 35 years old then, 5’6, with fair skin, gorgeous brown eyes and silky-smooth wavy hair. Her measurements were 37-28-39.
Me: Huh…just wanted a little peace.
Shwetha came and stood beside me.
Shwetha: Did you find it?
Me: A bit…kind of. I think.
Shwetha: You know you still look a little off.
Me: I know. I can’t shake off what happened back there. It keeps replaying in my mind.
Shwetha: It wasn’t your fault.
Me: (looking at her) It is, maybe not completely, but I had a role in it too.
Shwetha: It’s not over; we still have the second half.
Me: I know, but I don’t have the confidence anymore.
Shwetha: Hey, don’t say like that.
Shwetha: I am there for you. For anything. Ok.
Me: Yeah, I know
Shwetha: Then tell me how I can make you feel better
Me: I don’t know
There was a pause for a moment. She then suddenly turned, facing my side, came in close and planted a kiss on my cheek. I looked at her and she asked.
Shwetha: Did that change your mood?
Me: A bit
Shwetha: Only a bit?
Me: Yup, only a bit
After a brief moment, she gently grasped my jaw, turning it to face her, and then she kissed me softly on the lips. It lasted for a few seconds.
Shwetha: Did that change your mood?
Me: It did
I looked into her eyes and gently grabbed her by the waist, drawing her close until our bodies touched. She had worn a golden yellow saree paired with a silver blouse, accentuating her curves elegantly while remaining professional.
Me: But not in the way you thought.
She glanced down at my shorts, noticing a bulge.
Shwetha: Someone is hungry.
Me: (Smiling) What do you say?
Shwetha: Here, no way.
Me: There is a washroom here which is completed and it’s clean.
She was a bit hesitant at first, but I was able to convince her afterwards. We approached the washroom, checking the entrance to ensure it was empty. Once confirmed, I held the door open for Shwetha to enter first. I followed, giving one final glance to verify no one was around.
I stepped inside and locked the door behind us. The washroom was very wide and a bit dirty due to dust. The washbasins were on the left, the open urinals in the centre, and the enclosed toilets/bathrooms on the right. Typical washroom layout.
So, coming back to the story. After locking the door, the wait was over. There she was, standing all alone with no one to interrupt us. We both were smiling at each other as we knew what was going to happen next. I stepped closer, but she playfully backed away, beckoning me with a teasing finger.
Me: (smilingly) Hey…this is not fair.
Shwetha: Everything is fair in love and war.
Me: This is not the time to play games.
Shwetha: Maybe it is.
Me: Really. You really want to do this. We don’t have much time, and my boy is hungry.
Shwetha: The earlier you catch me, the more you get.
Hearing this, I looked down and smiled, and then suddenly I sprinted and got hold of her pallu.
Me: Gotcha.
She smiled at me in a teasing way, and I knew she had surrendered. I came close to her while holding the pallu. Her breaths are slow and steady now. I put my left hand on her face, locked our eyes on each other and started to kiss. Our lips pressed against each other, crushing them in the overwhelming heat.
After a little while, I pushed my tongue inside her mouth, our tongues dancing in a wet, juicy battle, blending in passionate exchanges of our saliva. I then pinned her against the wall and started smooching her again. After a few minutes of smooching,
I started kissing and licking her cheeks, jaw, neck and shoulder, which made her moan slightly. The heat beneath her skin rose each time I pressed my lips against her body. Her breaths are getting faster. I held her waist, rubbed and pressed it gently, eliciting soft sounds from her lips.
In a moment of spontaneity, she removed her watch and pearl necklace. I unpinned her pallu and turned her to face the wall, followed by unfastening her silver blouse. Before me lay her back, wide open, with only the delicate straps of her bra remaining. I then removed the top of my jersey.
I started making her back wet with my open-mouthed kisses and licks. I then unhooked her white bra, slowly pulling down the straps. I then took her bra and threw it in the washbasin. I wanted to go layer by layer (top to bottom), but we didn’t have time.
She turned around. I pulled away the remaining part of her saree that was stuck to her petticoat and put it aside. I untied the knot of her off-white petticoat underneath. She was wearing pale yellow pants that were already wet from all the excitement.
I slipped two fingers into her pussy from the side of her panties. She was moaning. I began to be more aggressive with my fingers for a few minutes. After a while, she said, “I am cumming,” as her love juices flowed out from every side of her panties.
But I continued to finger her pussy. Her love juice was overflowing, which got my hands all soaked up in her milky white cum. I took my fingers out of her pussy and put them in her mouth and made her taste her cum. I then told her to clean my hands.
She sucked every ounce of cum on my entire hand. Once that was done, I slid her panties off and tossed them aside. Now, she stood there completely naked, her smooth, shaven pussy eager to be driven. I turned her around to face the wall, both her hands on the wall.
I pulled my dick out of my shorts (that jumped out like a rocket). I slid just the top of my dick into her wet pussy. A very soft moan escaped her lips. I then pushed my dick inside her pussy. It wasn’t that tight like the old days, but it still felt quite good.
She moaned. I then thrust back and forth very quickly as I had limited time. Holding her by the waist, she started moaning very loudly. Her moans grew louder, gasps with the ‘thud thud thud’ sound of our bodies meeting, echoing in the room.
I placed my right hand on her breast, gently squeezing. Her moans became soft and calm. As someone who loves drawing out those sounds, I leaned close and murmured, “I’m going to take you hard.” Her lips curved into a surprised, teasing smile.
I drew her close by her shoulder, our bodies pressed tightly together, skin against skin. Still inside her, we stood entwined. She gripped my hair, moaning softly while I thrusted her slowly. I kissed and licked along her neck and shoulder, my hand still pressing her breast.
Me: This is going to hurt.
Shwetha: (low voice) Do whatever you want, just be quick.
I then grabbed both her boobs with my hands and pressed them roughly. Her hands tugged my hair with a teasing pull, urging me on. I thrust into her with more intensity, cupping her boobs (like a handle) to hold her closer with each thrust.
She was moaning lustily at the beginning of my initial surge. Followed by “ah, ah” with each powerful thrust. I fucked her like that until I reached climax. I dumped the cum into her pussy, and then I urged her to taste what remained on me.
She was an expert in sucking, her lush lips parting with tantalising grace as she enveloped me. Each pull sends waves of heavenly bliss through my spine. She followed, her tongue tracing with fervent hunger, licking the last traces of cum remaining.
Rain had stopped in the meantime, so it was time for the match to resume. That’s when I got a call from Rohit (one of my teammates)
Rohit: Hello, where are you?
Me: I’m here
Rohit: Where?
Me: Inside the school compound itself.
Rohit: Ok, where?
Me: Why did you call?
Rohit: We are going for lunch. Are you coming or what?
Me: Is it lunch break? What about the tournament?
Rohit: You didn’t hear right?
Me: Hear what?
Rohit: The announcement
Me: No.
Rohit: Ok, there was an announcement made that the match will resume after lunch because the ground is wet and muddy and needs time to dry.
Me: Oh, ok. When will the match start?
Rohit: They said the match will resume after 2 pm.
I looked at Shweta’s watch; it was 1:10 now.
Me: Mm
Rohit: Are you coming?
Me: Aah… No
Rohit: Ok, in case you changed your mind, come to the cafeteria. We will be there.
Me: Ok
Shwetha: Who was it?
Me: Rohit.
Shwetha: Did the match start?
I looked her in the eye, went near her and started kissing her.
Shwetha: (surprised)What happened?
Me: God has granted me my wish.
(Starts kissing again)
Shwetha: What wish?
Me: The wish to give me more time to love you?
Shwetha: What?
I then explained everything that Rohit told me. I started kissing her on her lips, cheeks and neck.
Shwetha: Aren’t you hungry?
Me: I’m. For you.
Shwetha:(blushing)
I then pressed her against the wall, her face facing me, and started kissing her hard. I couldn’t get enough. My hands found her thighs, and I lifted her right leg, pulling her close. I then put my dick inside her and started thrusting.
All the excitement had caused her pussy to become incredibly wet, making it effortless for me to slide in. Then, standing on my knees on the floor, I began to lick and suck her clitoris before dipping my tongue inside her pussy, exploring every inch with eager laps. I increased my pace every couple of seconds.
Shwetha: Aah, I can’t hold it anymore. I am cumming.
The whole load exploded on my face. She looked at me and started laughing.
Me: What?
Shwetha: (laughing) You look like you put too much face cream on your face.
Me: (laughing) I need to wash my face.
I then washed my face. I then grabbed her by the waist and started kissing her on the lips.
Shwetha: Wait. We need to go, it’s getting late.
It was already 1:40.
Me: Ok. But we can’t go like this.
Both of us were very sweaty from all the action.
Shwetha: What should we do then?
I had a very naughty little idea.
Me: We can use the jet spray in the toilet for cleaning ourselves. It will help us clean ourselves and help us get rid of the smell of the sweat for the time being. No one will even suspect anything.
Shwetha had her perfume in her bag, which was in the classroom on the ground floor.
Shwetha: Ok
Me: Let’s bathe together
Shwetha: No
Me: Come on, please
She was hesitant, but after a lot of pleading, she finally said ok.
Shwetha: Ok, but no fucking. Understood.
Me: (disappointed) Ok fine
We entered the bathroom and began washing each other with the jet spray. After a while, Shwetha turned so I could wash her back. Her ass was very close to me, and I started to get aroused.
My beast started to awaken. I brushed against her. She turned and met my gaze.
Shwetha: Not again.
Me: Sorry, I can’t help it. It’s the peak of my puberty.
Shwetha: That’s true. Can’t blame you for that.
She grabbed my dick and started stroking it gently.
Shwetha: Does it feel good
Me: Ah. Yes
Shwetha knelt before me, her lips wrapping around me, teasing and intensifying my arousal. Already hard, her warm, skilled mouth made me ache even more. We moved to the bathroom, where I sat on the toilet seat.
She straddled me, facing the door, guiding me inside her. Her hips began to rise and fall, smooth and effortless. The wet sound of her body against mine filled the small space.
I grabbed the jet spray, letting cool water stream over her skin, adding a slick thrill as we moved together. After a few minutes, she turned to face me, her rhythm unbroken.
Her breasts bounced with each motion, tempting me. I reached out, gripping them firmly, squeezing as her moans deepened. After a few minutes, Shwetha paused, her breath heavy. I leaned in, capturing her left breast with my mouth, sucking gently as her moans grew louder, soft and needy.
Lost in the heat of the moment, I cum inside her, my release spilling out, thick and sticky. We reached for the jet spray, the cool water washing over us, cleansing our bodies as the intimacy had ended. We both got dressed afterwards and got out of the bathroom.
I went to the ground while Shwetha went to the classroom for her perfume.
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