Where it happened: So. Miami,Fla
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was an atypical 15 y.o.student. I had taken both Honors Math and Honors English in the 10th grade, and had skipped two grades before that. This let me still attend school, but pleasantly loaf through the day, I also had a job after school, and was saving money toward a car. I had serious thoughts about the freedom of the car, and the girls I’d date. I was sitting in a favorite hangout, in school, in the Teacher’s area, near the Art department. I waved hello to a teacher I knew, and although we didn’t care for each other, he had already failed to kick me out of there, so he ignored me. My friend Ms. G walked in, saw me, and she smiled and waved me into the hallway. “It came, can you help me ?” I smiled and said “Yes” and she gave me a quick hug. She turned away, and walked to her car, so she didn’t see me adjust the erection I just had from her hug,
I thought of her full breasts pressing me again, as I followed her to the teacher’s car lot. I watched Ms. G sway between the cars, hip checking the faded cars and her skirt twirling around her calves. My mouth dried up and my heart hammered. She quickly pushed the trunk button and the lid sprung up. She bent over, and swung her head in the trunk to shift the box. I said “Wait…” and slid my hands around the cardboard corner, and pulled it toward me. It was a heavy Centrifugal casting machine, and it was disassembled, with the parts rattling around in the box. I pushed my leg under it, and pulled it from the trunk. I moved away from the car and carried the box back to here classroom. The box rubbed nicely against my jeans, massaging my growing cock.
Ms. G had a closet she used for storage of certain expensive materials and personal stuff from her house, since her divorce. She was still laughing as we pushed the doors open to an empty dark classroom.
I held the box and she opened the closet door, saying we could put the machine together, and then she would be able to cast using Lost Wax, something she had asked the School Board for permission to do for months. They responded by telling her to buy the equipment, and then they would see. So she had. Ms. G was VERY independent.
She had her back to me and she looked inside the closet, brushing her hair back casually, and her scent stretched out to me. To this day, I don’t know what made me think that what popped into my head would be a good idea, but I was shifting the box to put it on the floor and hold her in my arms, when she turned and gave me a 1000 watt smile. “That’s a GREAT idea”.
I was stunned for a second and she smiled again, I stood stock still, afraid to move, as she pulled the box from my arms. She bent down and opened the lid, and my heart began to beat again. “That’s good, you hold me, and I’ll put it up, so it’s out of the way” OMG ! I had spoken out loud. I had actually said the fondest wish I had had for the last 4 months. I was beyond embarrassed, I was glad her marvelous back was to me, so she couldn’t see the shame on my face. She pulled the parts from the box and kicked it aside. She smiled over her shoulder and said “OK ! Boost me up”. I put my hands on her trim tight waist, and picked her up so she could put the parts on the upper shelf. She wiggled and moved to push the parts past the clutter and …her shoe fell off.
She turned and grinned at me again and softly said “Am I heavy?” I smirked and said “Not even…” She had balanced on a box at the side of the closet, and now stepped off on it’s lid. She smiled again and said softly “Ummm” I followed her eyes and she took in my boner, my red face and the huge tent I had pitched in my pants. She reached out with her hand and stroked my cheek. “C’mon” she hopped down and slid her foot into her flats, grabbed my hand and we ran to her car.
She jumped in and popped the lock so I could open the door. I opened it, and she started the car and gunned the engine. Neither of us spoke while she drove to her new house, She shared it with our Home Ec teacher, and she parked in the carport and ran to the back door. I followed her inside, and she pushed the door closed behind me. Then she was in my arms. I kept telling myself “SLOW SLOW” because of a failed attempt earlier that summer to French kiss a girl who lived across the block from me, and all she kept repeating was “slow, slower…” I kissed her softly, her lips moist and willing, and my hands molded her skirt fabric to her shapely ass.
Her eyes were open and shining, then when she closed them, tears started to fall. I ignored them, just continued to softly kiss her and cup her generous ass, and then to stroke her nipples. She moaned and pushed away, her eyes wide, her hair a mess. “Oh God, come on…”
We ran down the hallway to a room piled high with boxes and stuff on the floor. She pulled her blouse over her head and smiled at me, her lips deep red and her nipples standing out through her bra. I looked down and popped my jean button, kicked off my Keds and pulled my shirt over my head. She leaned over and bit my nipple, and I spurted come all over her sweet face and chin !
We both didn’t move for a full minute, then she grinned and reached out and grabbed my cock. It stiffened again, and she moaned. “Oh, God I want this inside me”. I pulled her close and brushed some come from her hair and wiped it off her chin. She laughed again and then said “Lay
down, I want to do something…” I lay down on about 3 rugs draped over the carpet and she straddled my meat and then rubbed the tip across her cunt lips. It was like being electrocuted ! I moaned and she put her hands on my chest, and she settled onto me with a squeel. Over and over she kept pushing on my chest and then leaning back, pussy juice coating my balls and cock, and again and again she shuddered. And came.
I pinched her huge nipples in my fingers and then
slowly tweaked them. The first time, her eyes flew open and a gush of her come flooded my lap, so I did it again, and again. By the time it was dark outside, we had soaked the rugs under us, worn ourselves out, and she was so exhausted she asked me to carry her to her room, to her bed. I jumped in the shower, and then tried to think how to explain the fact that I hadn’t come home from school, was late for work, and smelled like two whorehouses.
Two days later, on Saturday. I was walking through Dadeland mall, when I heard a voice call me. I quickly scanned the crowd, but didn’t see anybody I recognized, so I shrugged and was turning around when a small hand grabbed my waist and pinched me. I looked down and it was the Home Economics teacher from school. I smiled at her and said “Hi Missus D”. She smiled back and said “I have some homework for you”. I leaned over, confused, and asked “Did I start taking Home Ec”? She arched her eyebrows and said quietly “Let me just show you the homework I have for you”.
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