More Exposure - Part 3
There was a gentle breeze as we walked up the slight hill towards the canteen. Susan walked with a little bit of effort, due to the hill as well as those heels - you could tell she was not used to them. Wonder why she wore those today though; was it because of this ‘dinner date’? I could smell her sweet perfume, and the breeze pressed her blouse against her chest. I could clearly see the outline of her bra. Very nice indeed!
We found a small table at the edge of the canteen, which allowed us a view of the slight hill we had walked up - it was a good balance of scenery and privacy. I wasn’t worried at all about bumping into my classmates or lecturers there - I planned to just tell them the truth and say I was having dinner with my landlady! Nothing wrong with that, I thought! But luckily, there canteen was not crowded, and the people who where there were strangers to me.
Me: What would you like to have, darl…?
I had almost blurted out the word ‘darling’ in public! Susan looked at me with surprise, then smiled.
Susan: Oh, just get me what you think is good. I will eat anything you pick for me.
And with that, I went off to get dinner from my favoriting Malay Food stall.
When we finished our dinner, it wasn’t even close to 7pm yet, but the sky was slowly turning to a dull orange colour. The sun had lost its fiery intensity from earlier, and that softened the sky a little. The evening, plus having Susan seated in front of me, all dressed and dolled up, made this dinner feel…. romantic to me! And what’s more, I don’t even have any homework left to do that day!
Susan: So… what shall we do now?
When she said that, she propped up with her elbows on the table, and her chin in her hands. And I noticed something else - be amazing bosom was also resting on the table!! The shiny material of her blouse made her chest look even more gorgeous. I gulped instinctively.
Me: Well, I had planned to show you around the campus, so that you can see where I study - a tour, if you’d like.
Susan flashed her prize-winning smile:
Susan: Oooh, sounds great! Come, let’s go then! No hurry to be home anyway…
So both of us left the canteen and took a stroll side-by-side towards where the lecture theatres were. It was only a short distance going deeper into the campus, and I pointed out the one which we regularly used, along this whole row of lecture theatres beside the walkway. Susan just smiled and looked around, seeming to take everything in. I also took the chance to take everything in - the view of Susan’s fantastic body, that is! The way she was dressed made her look so classy! It felt like I was secretly seeing another woman altogether!
A little distance longer and we arrived at the edge of the tutorial / class room block, which was a 3-storey building. I decided to bring Susan up to the top floor, as it would have the least human traffic. Well there wasn’t many students walking around that that time, but I just wanted to have more ‘privacy’. The students whom we passed didn’t even take a second look at us. There was nothing much to see as this block was just 4 sides of classrooms with a grass area in the middle on the ground floor. Oh, and some wooden benches scattered around as well. Those were empty. In fact, the entire place seemed empty, and honestly, a little eerie at that time of day. The clickity-clack of Susan’s heels sounded so loud in that stillness.
At the other end of the block, there were stairs going down one floor, connecting to a walkway and then more stairs going upwards. I walked slightly behind Susan while ascending those stairs, admiring her bum in that skirt and hoping to catch a glimpse of her panties if I was lucky. It’s funny how it was exciting to catch some upskirt action even though I have seen the woman totally naked multiple times before!! We walked the short winding walkway at the top of those stairs towards the workshop / laboratory blocks. In the distance, I pointed out the library to Susan.
Susan: So that’s where you usually study with your friends when you stay back at school?
Me: Yeah, sometimes. But we also study at the wooden benches at the classroom block or at the canteen.
Before Susan could really answer, we arrived at the 8-storey block we were headed for. There wasn’t anyone at the lift lobby, and I took Susan up to the top floor - the best floor because it was guaranteed to be empty there after hours. Also, it provided the best view in the campus (that I knew of). I let Susan walk ahead and explore that floor when we got off the lift, so I could admire her gorgeous figure again from behind. It was clear that she noticed the view, as well as the wind, coz she immediately clasped into her skirt again.
The reason I said it had the best view was because it overlooked a cluster of trees, which blocked the the highway that ran behind it. There was a footpath just next to the block, but it was a covered one, so no one could look up to see us. So when we looked out, we could see a much further distance ahead compared to the other parts of the campus. Also, the walkway towards the right of the top floor ended in a dead end, and was partially blocked by a beam, so we could have our privacy without worrying about being caught! At that time, the sky was turning from orange to a slightly deeper reddish shade.
I followed Susan as she walked towards the center of the walkway, where she stood still.
Susan: Wow, it’s so nice up here! And so windy!
Me: Yeah, that’s why I brought you up here. You like it?
Susan: Yes! But… do you even have lessons here?
Me: Well yes, but only for specific practical classes, coz there are only workshops and labs here. Two here and one there.
I pointed to the left and right respectively. I was already standing beside her by then.
Susan: Oh… So… not many people come up here that often?
Me: Nope… in fact, it’s empty most of the time outside class hours…. like now…
Susan: Oh…. so that’s the real reason you brought me up here…
I just smiled, and reached for her hand. I led her towards the right walkway, towards the dead end, and settled behind the beam. I turned back to face her.
Me: Now we’re really alone… Now we can really enjoy the view!
I turned her towards the railing and held her gently from behind, my arms around her waist. She put her handbag on the railing and rested her elbows on it. The moment was perfect. Susan didn’t say anything. Her hair smelled great even after a long day at the office.
My hands slowly slid upwards, from her waist to her stomach, to her chest. I could feel her tense up, so I whispered into her ear…
Me: It’s okay. There’s no one here…
Susan: <whispering> You sure…?
Me: Yes… there aren’t even toilets on this floor.
And I felt her relax again, so my hands continued to explore and caress her breasts. I loved the way the material of her blouse felt - her bra underneath felt good too. Susan let out a soft sigh. She tilted her head back and whispered again…
Susan: You like it? I wore this especially for you…
I just nodded, rubbing my head against hers.
Susan: Oh god, this is so exciting for me…
I squeezed and fondled her massive bosom, gently of course. I knew I had to treat this lady right. I didn’t want to rush. I was enjoying what I had in my hands now. At the same time, my hips started to grind against her buttocks, gently. Then one of my hands brushed against one of the buttons of her blouse. Instinctively, I tried to undo it, and undo it I did. A second one soon came off, and now I had access to the treasures inside.
My right hand went inside to caress her left breast, while my left hand switched places to grab her right breast from the outside. I felt her bra cup on the inside, and massaged her breast through it. The cup was smooth with some embroidery on the surface. But after several squeezes, I wanted more and tried to get under her bra from the top. But it was tougher than I though - her bra had full cups, and those cups were strained to the max trying to contain Susan’s huge melons. There was barely any wiggle room for me to even just get my finger inside!! I tried to enter from below, but alas, there was even more resistance there in the form of underwire supports, and there was the full weight of her breast pressing on them!!
Susan sensed my struggles and let out a slight giggle. She then used one hand to reach back, tug out her blouse (which was tucked into her skirt’s waistband), reached inside, and undid her bra buckle. I immediately felt her bra loosen and was able to slip my fingers inside her cup. It felt heavenly to be able to feel and play with her bare breast and nipple. Susan further unbuttoned several more lower buttons so that both my hands could access her blouse and bra to feel her huge breasts!
More Exposure - Part 4
As my hands were occupied with playing Susan’s big breasts, my pelvis was busy grinding on her bum. It happened subconsciously and I only realized it after the fact. I guess it was the privacy and comfort of the place we were at that allowed me to let my guard down and my instincts to take over. Susan definitely felt it too, as I could feel her arching her buttocks out towards me, further enhancing the pleasure.
Soon, the urge from my pelvic region got too strong and I had to do something about it. I released my grasp of her right breast and lowered mt hand towards my fly to undo it, in the process brushing against Susan’s bum with my hand. Again, she knew immediately what was going on and offered a helping hand. In mere seconds, she had my belt and zipper undone, and my swollen cock in her hand. She started massaging it behind her, without even having to look. She still faced forward enjoying the view, with her other hand clutching onto her bag in front of her.
Susan: <whispering> Oh my god… I can’t believe I am massaging your cock out here in the open!
Me: It feels so good, …. please don’t stop…
I let her continue her hand magic while my own hand returned to fondling her right breast. The feeling was surreal, simply because we were out there in the open doing these intimate things! The fear of being caught made things even more exciting. Then, I wanted more…
This time, I released both my grasps from her chest, and moved my hands downward to her hips. I then began pulling her skirt up slowly - part teasing her, part testing her willingness - and she let me! And when her skirt was all the way up to her hips, I used my thumbs to hook underneath her panties’ waistband and pushed downwards, again slowly. All his while, she still had her hand on my erection. And when her panties were just below the level of her bum, I lifted her skirt again slightly, and slid my right hand down the crack of her ass, toward her pussy. I felt her warmth and moisture down there immediately. There was no resistance from her. She was ready.
Susan: Oh darling… come, come inside now…
Susan pulled my erection towards her, trying to guide it towards her opening. I let her do her job, and simply rested my hands on her hips, holding her skirt up (the front part of her skirt was still hanging down though, covering her intimate area). My stance widened for me to lower myself to her level, and she arched her hips back and up toward me. In just a short moment (and a few tries), I was already inside Susan. The sky was already slowly getting darker the moment I started my first thrust.
There was a slight urgency in getting the act done, again because of the fear of getting caught. But at the same time, I wanted to savour this unique moment. It was our first time making love in a public area, and in my school at that!! Susan’s stifled moans sounded so sexy in the gentle breeze, as I quickened my rhythm of thrusting into her. My hands went back to her chest to enjoy her massive boobs again. I let her skirt drop down and drape across my erection.
We only did it in a single position that time, and Susan asked me to cum inside her as we ended. After that, I helped pull up her panties and tidied her bra and blouse, while she helped me get my pants back on. When we arrived home that night, Uncle was still nowhere to be seen.
New Adventures
It was wonderful to know that there was now a new location for me and Susan to be intimate. Although it was not considered a ‘proper place’ to make love - due to the lack of a room and bed - it was more exciting than being at home (or at Irene’s place) coz we were doing it right out there in a public place! I looked forward to the days that Uncle had to work late or go outstation, so that Susan and I could go on another adventure together! Oh, and something else struck me - maybe we would also add Irene into the mix! Imagine being naked in the open with not only one, but two attractive mature ladies!!
But all of this sexual thoughts about intimate acts taking place in school made me recall the time I was still in secondary school back in my home country. I remembered that I had always had a fantasy about doing something sexual in school, especially outside of schooldays - such as when we had camping trips (in the school field) and when we went back for projects during holiday periods. The fact that my school was situated next the a small forest made these thoughts even more exciting, coz I felt that I was ‘closer to nature’.
Now the school that I attended was a Malay school, so naturally most of the teachers there were Malay; there were only a few Chinese and Indian teachers - and that’s both male and female combined. So when there was a new non-Malay teacher who joined the school one day, we naturally took notice. Add to the fact that, (a) it was a female teacher, (b) she was a young teacher; in her mid twenties, (c) she was of Eurasian descent, and (d) she had a slim figure, the boys in the school certainly took note of her arrival! Her name was Ms. Sylvia and she had joined the school to teach English, and for some reason, she was the form teacher of my class! Now before you get your hopes up too high, Ms. Sylvia unfortunately wasn’t what you would call a ‘pretty face’. She looked rather average to me; some of my classmates even said that she looked like a witch! As if that wasn’t bad enough, she wore a slight scowl like she was angry all the time! She was also rather strict and did not tolerate any nonsense in class. So despite the initial excitement, most of the guys actually started to hate her! I too had disliked her in the beginning, but because I was one of the top student in class for the English subject, she sort of warmed up to me and treated me ‘extra nicely’. I too slowly warmed up to her style of teaching, and towards her as a person. I soon began to notice certain details about her in school…..
First off, Ms. Sylvia, being a non-Malay, did not wear the usual Malay dress with headscarf. Instead, she almost always wore a one-piece dress with buttons down the middle (occasionally she wore long pants and a long-sleeved top). Sometimes the dresses were plain, sometimes it was with floral patterns. But one particular design of her dresses stood out - the neckline was always a wide U-shaped curve, almost from one shoulder to the other. You could clearly see her collar bone, and some area of skin below that. And that was when she was standing up straight. Those dresses also accentuated her slim waist, and perky buttocks, as many a times, I saw more than I should have, walking up the stairs behind her.
Secondly, Ms. Sylvia had a habit of putting her elbows close to each other, and crossing her forearms when she was seated at her desk in class (usually when we were doing our work). Now, Ms. Sylvia didn’t exactly have big breasts, but such a position still meant that her bosom would be squeezed together by her arms, thus creating a cleavage. We couldn’t see it when we were all seated, doing our work. But one day, she called me up to her desk….
As I approached, I was looking straight at her face, because she was looking straight back at mine. I was feeling worried more than anything because I thought I had done something wrong, and so I didn’t notice anything else. I stood just beside her, at the teacher’s desk. But when she said that she just wanted to ask me about the exercises in the workbook she had in front of her, I relaxed a bit. She further explained that she simply wanted my view of the best approach to teach the weaker students in class, because some of them were really struggling (and this infuriated her). So I relaxed even more and started to talk to her even more naturally. When she looked back down at the workbook, and started flipping through the pages, that was when I noticed the glorious view that I was presented with.
I could clearly see her cleavage and the top part of her breasts, made even more prominent by her posture and her slightly darker complexion (due to her heritage). The wide neckline of her dress also exposed the top of her bra cups, and one of her bra straps. The cups had floral lacy design just peeking out at me, and they were white - a nice contrast to her darker skin! That was the first time I felt so close to Ms. Sylvia!
New Adventures - Part 2
After that initial ‘exposure’ of Ms. Sylvia’s seductive bosom, I kept stealing glances each time she looked away from me, even though we were still conversing. It was just too good to be missed, so I wanted to seize every second that I could to enjoy the view. But my brain still kept working, and I understood the words she said, and answered accordingly, delivering my opinions and suggestions for her to tutor my peers more effectively. She seemed pleased at that, and even showed a rare smile at me! After she was satisfied, she let me return to my seat, and stood up to make an announcement to the class. I reluctantly returned to my seat.
Ms. Sylvia: Class, may I have your attention, pls? I wlll be having a tutoring session this Saturday morning, from 9-11am. Anyone who feels they need help for their English, pls feel free to join.
There was a collective silence, followed by some mumbling from my classmates. Then she came up close to my desk and said in a much lower voice:
Ms. Sylvia: I need you to be present on Saturday as well, okay?
I nodded. She then walked back to her seat, and let the class continue with our work.
So on the mentioned Saturday, I met up with a couple of my classmates for breakfast before heading to school. We knew we were early so we took our time to walk to our classroom, which was on the fourth and top floor of the block closest to the small forest (it was at the edge of our school compound). We weren’t the earliest though - Ms. Sylvia was already there, seated at her desk, browsing though her teaching material. She did look up when we arrived, and I might have seen a slight smile on her face, but I may have been mistaken. She was wearing the same type of dress as usual. There were also 3 other girls already seated, and we joined them to wait for others to arrive and the class to start. There was only a total of 12 students present when the clock struck 9, and Ms. Sylvia started on the dot.
After the two hours of grueling lessons and discussions with no breaks, most of us breathed a sigh of relief when it was time to go home. However, Ms. Sylvia again came up close to my desk:
Ms. Sylvia: Can you please stay on for a while? I would like to do a review of this session with you. It won’t take too long…
I had no choice but to comply, and so I just nodded. My friends all packed their things and left the classroom, as I watched them with envious eyes. One of the bastards even flashed a teasing smile at me before he left, as if to say ‘haha, see ya later, sucka!’. I heard their footsteps and chattering echo through the empty school block and fade away as they made their way down the stairs.
When it was just Ms. Sylvia and myself in the classroom (and maybe even in the entire school!), she made her way once again to my desk, and propped both her hands on it. She was leaning forward slightly, and her arms came closer to each other. This posture resulted in three things: (1) the collar or neckline of her dress dropped downwards and outwards, exposing much more of her chest area, (2) her breasts were squeezed close together by her arms, creating a deep cleavage and (3) her buttocks arched backwards, as can be noticed by the change of shape of the hem of her dress. I glanced at her bosom for what I hoped was only a split second (my natural reaction), before meeting her gaze. I honestly didn’t know if she caught me or not. There was nothing in her expression that was out of place, so I relaxed a little.
Ms. Sylvia: So why did you think of the class just now?
Me: Oh… it was good. A bit tiring and intense, but I found it to be good overall.
Ms. Sylvia: Yes, I know it was quite heavy, but I wanted to cover all the important topics and techniques.
She sounded a tad disappointed in herself, and took a brief look out the window, out at the trees. I snatched the opportunity and dipped my gaze slightly to her chest level - her cleavage was so deep, and the top of her breasts so firm! Then my gaze returned just as she turned her head back towards me.
Ms. Sylvia: So you think I should slow things down a bit next time?
Me: Yes… and maybe, just maybe have a short break in the middle?
Ms. Sylvia: Ah, good idea. Good, good…
Then she turned her head sideways again, this time towards the door. Again, gaze lowered, her chest area - white bra, plain this time, no patterns or lace on the cups (well, the top portion at least), slim straps. And probably a B-cup bust size? Not big, but it suited her slim figure. Then gaze back up before she even turned back.
Me: But it’s a solid effort to have such a session, Ms. Sylvia. Especially the essay ideas and techniques you taught. Alan, Christy and I thought those were great! (Alan and Christy were the other better students when it came to English).
Ms. Sylvia: Oh… oh good. I’m glad…
That slight smile emerged again. She looked relieved and pleased. We went on discussing some other details for a few more minutes, and I managed to steal several more quick glances at her figure. She had prominent collar bones, a really slim waist, and I realized why her buttocks were arched back more than usual - she was wearing heals! Not those high ones of course, but slight heals which accentuate her rear end, compared to the flats she usually wore! By the end of the conversation, she had a full-blown smile on her face (I had one too, but on the inside).
Ms. Sylvia: Well thank you so much for staying back late. It was real useful to have your feedback. Come, let’s go now. We can walk out (of the school) together.
I complied…
New Adventures - Part 3
We walked out of the class and out of the school compound together. Ms. Sylvia was silent most of the way, and so was I, as I was busy trying to catch glimpses of her fantastic body. When we reached the school’s main gate, I instinctively said ‘goodbye’, but we ended up turning in the same direction! It turned out that she too lived nearby, and it was on the way to my house as well! What a coincidence!
So we continued walking side-by-side slowly and on the way, we started chatting a little. I learnt that she had just moved into town from another state, as she was transferred here after graduating from teacher’s college; that explained her young age. She mentioned that she now rents a small house along with another teacher, also another fresh graduate. Both of them are new teachers so they are rather eager to prove themselves. I kind of enjoyed the time with her, and felt that she too warmed up to me. There was a smile on her face all the way. But before long, we arrived at her place and she said a real goodbye, but not before thanking me again. I was pleased at how things turned out. And images of her fantastic figure and more intimate parts I had seen just a while ago was fresh in my mind. I went home and did what most teenage guys did in such situations.
Of course, this was not the only ‘special’ moment I have had with Ms. Sylvia, no. She thought us English for the entire year before we graduated, and there were many, many instances in which I was able to glimpse her more intimate parts - when she was going up the stairs, when she bent over to pick up something, or simply when she did her signature pose of crossing her forearms while seated at her desk (while I stood beside her). But sadly, nothing more happened between us - I of course did not have the courage to make a move, what with us being teacher and student. Being caught would mean terrible, terrible consequences for the both of us.
But the memories remained strong, and now, suddenly, I wanted to relive them again!!
New Adventures - Part 4
I was trying to figure out a way to relive the experience with Ms. Sylvia. Just how could I do that? It was next to impossible to locate her again - I mean, I could put out at ad or hire a professional to get that done but what would the consequences be?! So I thought of an even better way - I thought of a way to ‘cheat’; to ‘make believe’, if I could say that… I thought I perhaps I could relive the experience by having Susan ‘play the role’ of Ms. Sylvia!!
I racked my brain on how I could bring up the matter with her, or even better, to get her to do it without even knowing she was part of it! I found my opportunity one evening when both of us were alone at home.
Me: Baby, do you think you can do something for me?
Susan: What is it, honey?
Me: I’ve always had this fantasy…
Susan: Oh?
She had a puzzled look on her face; there was a slight smile too.
Me: … of seeing you in a long dress… you know the one that’s just a single piece?
Susan: You mean like an evening gown?
Me: Er no, not exactly… I don’t know what it’s called, here, let me just draw it for you.
I did my best sketching effort on paper to recreate the image of Ms. Sylvia’s dress, the one I oh so liked! I emphasized the detail about the wide neckline. I showed it to Susan.
Susan: Oh…. I see…. So you want me to wear this for you? But see here… <she pointed to the neckline> this looks like it’s so low and wide…
Me: Uh huh, yes…I’d like it if it was like that.
Susan: But if it’s that low, that means you can see my cleavage and breasts already when I wear it! What will Uncle say if he saw it?! And how can I go out like that?
I didn’t answer; I couldn’t answer - that point had not even crossed my mind, as I had totally neglected the massive difference in bust size between the two ladies!! Ms. Sylvia didn’t have the problem of being too revealing due to her modest bosom, which was safely hidden during normal postures like walking and standing. But for Susan, such a neckline would mean seeing half the top of her breasts and her deep cleavage!
Susan: Or did you want me to only wear this for you when we are home alone, and let you strip me naked?
She had her naughty smile again.
Me: Ermm… I was thinking of you wearing that when we go to my school again next time.
Susan: Oh… that’s what I thought - I need to wear it out, so I must consider how I will look and how people will look at me. Maybe with a smaller collar, can?
I nodded. I didn’t mind too much, actually, since I thought she would be taking it off eventually anyway (or at least unbuttoned to some degree). And it wasn’t specifically her cleavage I wanted to see this instance anyway. I just wanted her in that dress… yes, the dress was most important.
Susan: Any colour? I get to pick?
I nodded again.
Susan: Anythjng else?
And then I thought some more…
Me: And oh, heels too, pls…
And so the wait began for the chance for us to meet in school again. Of course, we had to make sure that she already had the dress, and that Uncle would not be home till late at night. But yes, the day did finally come.
After a quick dinner at the canteen, I brought her to the classroom block again. I had scouted days ahead to find a classroom on the top floor, which for whatever reason, would remain unlocked no matter how late it was (I checked on multiple occasions, and even waited till after 10pm once. In fact, there were several classrooms which were not locked). And fortunately for us, it was also true when I brought Susan there. The block was almost deserted, and the particular room was unlocked. It was still relatively bright outside when we entered and closed the door.
The room was rather small - sat about 20 students, with a small teacher’s desk up front. The windows were shut tight, so were the doors. Susan looked around curiously, and ended up standing by the teacher’s desk. She turned around and leaned on it, her hands behind supporting her.
Susan: Oh, I love your classroom! I hope you like my dress.
Susan looked rather presentable in that outfit and heels, but it was miles apart from how Ms. Sylvia looked. Susan looked more like those headmistress who was not married - the one whom everyone respected, but gossiped about behind her back. The heels made her look taller and slimmer, and the dress was rather tight around her bosom. It accentuated the size of her bust, but unfortunately, also the size of her waist. But I turned around, smiled, and nodded. And as soon as I locked the door behind me, the entire classroom transformed, bringing me back to the school days back in my old secondary school. The whiteboard was now a blackboard. The table now old wooden things, the floor cement, and the windows the traditional type which had small rectangular panes and flips at an angle. Outside, the trees of the small forest rustled in the breeze. And it was not Susan standing in front of me now - it was my Ms. Sylvia.
New Adventures - Part 5
Ms. Sylvia: Take a seat at your desk. I need to tell you something…
Without uttering a word, I made my way to my desk at the front row of the class; it was close to Ms. Sylvia’s desk. She approached me, her heels clicking on the hard cement floor, and placed her hands on my desk, bending forward slightly. I loved the view.
Ms. Sylvia: You have been so helpful all this while, and I really appreciate it. And I would like to show you my appreciation…
With that, she grasped my desk and gently dragged it away from me. She then came round and stood directly in front of me. Gosh, she looked fantastic in that dress! And she was so close, I could smell her scent.
Ms. Sylvia: I hope you will enjoy this.
I just nodded. And she reached for the top button of her dress (there were four). Slowly but surely, she started to undo them, all the while her eyes were fixed on mine. My view followed downwards, and I soon could see parts of her bra. But even before too much was exposed, she slipped the dress off her shoulders and started sliding it downwards - past her collarbone, her bust, down her slim, slim waist, her seductive hips (she had to push a bit there) till it finally fell onto the ground around her feet. The view before me was even more amazing now. Her bra and panties were a matching light yellow set, and were rather skimpy. The bra was those with half cups, so it revealed more skin (plus I figured she didn’t require that much support), and her panties had such a slim waistband, well, it was slim overall - very little fabric! The light colours contrasted with her dark skin. She was so slim, she looked like a model - an underwear model!
Ms. Sylvia: You like what you see so far?
She looked at me with an expression that asked for my approval. Again I nodded (and gulped).
She then raised her hands in between her bra cups.
Using her slim and nimble fingers, she did a twist and a tug, and slowly brought the bra cups apart. It was the kind of bra that unhooks at the front, between the cups! All you had to do was to twist the clasp inwards, then pull the cups in opposite directions sligjtly - one upwards and one downwards. As the cups moved apart, her perky small breasts came into full view. Ms. Sylvia let her bra just fall onto the floor, in a heap together with her dress. She gave me that look again. And again I just nodded approvingly. Her breasts, although small, were nice and perky, and her areolas were proportionally small and dark brown in colour. Absolutely gorgeous!
Ms. Sylvia: Do you like my breasts?
Me: Yes… yes.
She then leaned forward to grab both my hands, and planted them on her chest. She then let my hands go.
Ms. Sylvia: You can touch and feel all you want.
And that I certainly did. They felt heavenly - nice, soft and firm. I really enjoyed myself, but I was nervous at the same time, and forgot to play with her nipples. I lowered my hands reluctantly when she told me to. She then stood back slightly and continued with the past piece of her clothing.
New Adventures - Part 6
Ms. Sylvia slipped off her panties and dropped it on the floor in a matter of seconds, revealing her small tuft of pubic hair to me. It was obvious that she had purposely shaped it to be like that - it was neat and tidy. She stood with her legs slightly apart, and came even closer to me.
Ms. Sylvia: Go on…feel me down there…
This time she allowed me to take my own time and explore her pleasure hole with my fingers. It was quite an awkward position for me to be in, seated like that in front of her, as I didn’t know how to position my arm to really touch her. So I ended up just stroking her gently on the outside. I could feel her warmth and moisture on my fingers.
Without a word, she stood back, and suddenly lowered herself into a kneeling position in between my legs, using her pile of clothes as a cushion for her knees against the cold, hard cement floor.
Ms. Sylvia: Now let’s see what we have here…
And her nimble fingers began dancing at my waist, loosening my belt and unzipping my pants. Then she tugged and tugged until my pants and underwear too fell down to the floor, heaped around my ankles. I felt the coldness of the chair on my bum and thighs, which startled me slightly. Ms. Sylvia smiled when she saw my manhood, and immediately began to hold it, and stroke it gently with only her fingers.
Ms. Sylvia: I’m glad you’re getting hard for me, so we can start having fun soon.
Me: Fun?
Ms. Sylvia: Don’t worry yourself. I will show you soon…
Before I could reply, she lowered her lips to my erection, to take over the pleasuring duties from her fingers. She sucked on me nice and slowly, engulfing my entire head and shaft during the first downward slide, before coming back up slowly. My cock glistened with her saliva.
Ms. Sylvia: Mmm mmm, taste so good… Did you like how that felt?
Me: Yes… very much
Ms. Sylvia: There’s more to come.
And she went back to orally pleasuring my member, but this time with faster and smoother movement. Up and down she went, until I was all fully hard and wet (with her saliva). My hands were still by my sides, gripping the chair tightly. I felt like my cock was about to explode. I began to moan softly.
Without even bothering to remove or unbutton my shirt and tie, Ms. Sylvia stood up and climbed over me, her legs on either sides of my chair, and positioning her pussy right above my hard cock. One hand was on my shoulder, while the other reached for my cock to guide it inside her. I felt my cock head rub against her pussy, feeling for the entrance, and at the same time, I realized my face was only an inch away from her breasts. My hands instinctively reached for her waist to hold her, almost trying to support her in that position.
As my erection slid smoothly inside Ms. Sylvia, she let out a satisfying moan, while my arms wrapped around her waist to hold her close. Gosh her waist was slim! I could have used only one arm and I could wrap it all round that slim waist! Now supporting herself with both arms on my shoulders, Ms. Sylvia began moving her hips in love-making motions. Upwards and down, front and back. My hands moved from her waist to her buttocks to assist in the motions. Soon, both of us were moaning in the classroom, not even trying to stifle our voices. Her pussy lips were wrapped so tightly around my penis, I felt I was going to burst inside her anytime soon. She even still had her heels on!
Ms. Sylvia: Oh oh oooh, do you like this? God, it feels so good!
Me: Yes… ah aaah… yes!
I felt Ms. Sylvia’s smooth skin all the way from her buttocks to her thighs and back again. Then up her waist and her back, and then down again. She was so slim I could hardly feel any fat on her. Maybe that’s why her breasts are so small.
We were already making love at an intense speed just a minute into the session, and I entered Ms. Sylvia deep and hard with each thrust. She was pounding me really hard; I knew I could last no longer, so…
Me: Can we… ah ooh.. change oh… a bit?
Ms. Sylvia slowed to a stop.
Ms. Sylvia: Oh? What do you have in mind?
New Adventures - Part 7
I politely request for Ms. Sylvia to stand up and let me exit her, then I pulled forward and serviced her breasts with my lips. She was bent at and angle as she was standing and I still remained seated. Her firm, perky breasts tasted wonderful and I savoured each and every square inch of them, first the right side and then the left, then switching between them several times. All the while, Ms. Sylvia was moaning again, albeit at a higher pitch than when I had penetrated her. Maybe I was too rough on her tits. But I was only satisfied once her breasts were thoroughly covered in love bites and my saliva. That also allowed my member to have a brief respite.
Ms. Sylvia: Oh my! That was unexpected! But glad to see you enjoy my tits.
I just smiled at her, and gently guided her further away from me so I could stand up.
Me: Let’s go to the teacher’s table.
I then turned her around and shuffled behind her (because my pants and undies were still at my ankles) towards her table. Once there, she planted her elbows on the tabletop and arched her buttocks towards me. Those heels she had on really helped her pose, and her pussy was positioned just right for me. I entered her again, but this time from behind, and pounded her hard. The sensation was different the moment I entered her in that new position - she felt even tighter than before! I had both hands on her slim waist, and grabbed her tightly while I thrusted as hard as I could into her. Later, she straightened up and asked me to grab her boobs while still fucking her. Our moans filled the entire classroom. She tilted her head to the side:
Ms. Sylvia: Let me know when you’re gonna come, okay?
And that I did. When I pulled out of her, Ms. Sylvia immediately spun around and squatted in front of me (just imagine her squatting in those heels) to suck on my soon-to-explode cock. She also had one hand planted firmly on my left buttcheek, and the other holding my shaft. In just a short moment, the inevitable happened and I spilled my warm cum into her mouth, while she milked me dry with her lips and her hand.
When all was done, she stood up, mouth full, and let the contents flow slowly out into her cupped hand. She smiled at me.
Ms. Sylvia: Did you enjoy that?
I nodded weakly after I had recovered.
Ms. Sylvia: Good. Now please help me put my clothes back on so I can go wash up.
New Adventures - Part 8 (Last)
After I had dressed both Ms. Sylvia and myself up, I led her to the ladies washroom just several doors down to clean up. I too had to wash up a bit before the journey back home, but ended up waiting for her outside the ladies as she took much longer. But when she walked out, it was no longer Ms. Sylvia, but Susan once again. It was quite the disappointment at the realization that my fantasy had come to an end, but what to do - at least I had the chance to fantasize!
Susan smiled widely at me as she stepped out of the ladies. The sky was totally dark already, but there were lights illuminating the walkways. Rather creepy to me nonetheless, but Susan seemed fine.
Susan: I hope you enjoyed that, honey. It was quite the experience for me! I’ve never made love in a classroom before!
I smiled back at her - slightly guilty that I had used her just to live my fantasy. Hope it didn’t show on my face.
Me: Oh, I did, baby. You were fantastic. I didn’t expect that you would dare to strip naked like that.
Susan: I didn’t expect it either! But anything for my sweet honey bear. It felt so good, I must say!
We already started to walk along the corridor towards the stairs to make our way home, as it was getting late. Susan seemed genuinely happy and excited about what we experienced that evening, and in that dress and those heels, she suddenly seemed like someone else. It was strange to describe - someone familiar, but different. On the bus, we purposely went to the top level of the double-decker where there were less people, and we sat side-by-side. Even though we just had amazing sex, I suddenly started to feel sexually aroused by her again! I even tried to peep at her cleavage when she looked out the window! My hand went onto her thigh and slightly under her dress. Susan stared back at me, surprised.
Me: I hope Uncle is still not home yet when we get back…
Susan: Well, me too… but why are you…
Me: Coz I don’t think I am done with you yet tonight!
Susan had a puzzled look on her face when I said that.
Susan: Wha… what do you mean?
Her voice had hushed down into whisper:
Susan: What do you… you mean you still want more tonight?
I didn’t answer her coz it was time to alight, and continued to keep quiet during our walk back to our block. Susan didn’t probe further, but I could sense her uneasiness. There was also a worried look on her; it was actually quite cute! I decided we could both go up together (rather than separately, to avoid suspicion).
When we arrived at the door, we were relieved to find that Uncle was not home yet; his shoes were still missing. We quickly opened and closed the door behind us. When Susan had clicked the last lock (first the metal gate; then the wooden door), I immediately hugged her from behind. My hands groped her breasts and my crotch was buried hard against her buttcheeks. Susan let out a surprised shriek!
Susan: Darling! What are you doing?! Uncle could be home anytime soon! Don’t be so naughty!
Me: Don’t worry. We will have enough time. We can hear him coming up the stairs from miles away.
Susan: I know… but, but it’s late already, and we just had sex! Why are you so naughty tonight?
Me: I just want… to have more of you! I don’t know why also! It’s like I can’t control myself!
Susan: Oh.. but… but…
I didn’t let her have any more time to think; I started to unbutton her dress…
I watched from behind (and above) her as more and more of her breasts and bra were revealed, till I slipped off her dress from her shoulders. Next, I grabbed her bra straps and tugged downwards, a little too forcefully and suddenly, which brought on a sharp yelp from Susan. But in that swift motion, I had yanked her bra completely off her breasts and turned inside out around her mid-section. Her bare breasts were free for me to grope once again. I played with her nipples ferociously, I squeezed her breasts hard, and I kept thrusting my hips into her buttocks firmly. Susan was beginning to moan, and tried to stifle it but failed.
Susan: <whispering> Baby, can I suck you now?
I knew what she was up to - she wanted to finish the job right away, hoping that I would cum early and that would be the end of it. But I agreed anyway. I let her get on her knees, breasts hanging out and swaying as she got into position in front of me. Once she unbuckled my pants and pulled my cock out, she began sucking and slurping ferociously. She let me thrust deep into her throat and engulfed my entire shaft with each thrust. Her hands cupped and squeezed my buttcheeks as she sucked. I paid attention to her as she sucked on me for several minutes, but also to any noise coming from outside. There was none. And I wasn’t anywhere near to ejaculating, although I was all hard. Susan looked up at me to get a response. I stared back without expression. She looked worrried again, and stopped.
Susan: Honey, come fuck me. Fuck me now!
She stood up after she said this, and pulled up her dress to waist-level. Then she sat on the sofa and took off her panties. I spread her legs wide apart and entered her, fucking her fast and hard. It’s like I had gone mad. Susan had to stifle her cries and moans with both her hands. Still, I was nowhere near to cumming.
Then, I stopped abruptly. There was noise from outside - the sounds of… yes, heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. It was the first of two flights. We still had plenty of time, despite the position we were in.
I quickly pulled out of Susan and stood up, but not before picking up her panties from the floor. Susan understood what was happening and closed her legs to stand up too - her dress still rolled up to her waist and bra still hanging downwards. She even had to clutch onto her breasts as she made the short dash towards her bedroom, to prevent them from bouncing about. I walked coolly behind her, watching her scurrying in front of me (my room was right beside the master bedroom). I was already closing my room door as I heard the first click of the main gate being unlocked.
It took some moments before I heard the main wooden door being opened and then closed. I knew we had more than ample time. But out of curiousity, I continued to listen behind my own door - I wondered how Susan was ‘recovering’ from our act. My guess was that she dashed straight to the master bathroom and turned on the shower. I then heard footsteps moving about the living room, towards the master bedroom, and then finally into the master bedroom. I only heard Uncle’s voice, and then more footsteps. Then, I got a shock of my life when there was knocking on my door! Holy shit - what’s going on?! Does he know what had happened? Is he going to confront me?! All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind. But after a moment, I opened the door slightly and popped only my head out.
Me: Yes, Uncle?
Uncle: Come and have supper - I bought a lot of food!
There was even a wide smile on his face! So I just said okay, put on my home clothes, and went to the kitchen. He told me that we should eat first and Susan would join us later coz she was having her shower. As I sat down beside him and started eating supper, I couldn’t help but feel so guilty for having fucked his wife just minutes before!!