A students story
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Posted:Oct 17, 2011 10:54 am
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2019 7:18 pm
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I find myself reliving this experience often, so I thought I would share it. I suppose almost everyone had a crush on one of their teachers at some point. I know I did. For me it was in high school, the tenth grade. She was 42, divorced and had a my age. That was her first year at our school having relocated after her divorce. Her normal attire was a dress or skirt that stopped at her knees with a top that would show just a hint of her massive cleavage. She always wore a necklace that had 3 pearl strings that followed that lovely valley between her tits, disappearing out of sight. Daily I dreamed of following those pearls, to see their entire path. I had assumed that she wore pantyhose (which I think is the worst thing ever invented). One day as she got up from her chair I managed to catch a glimpse and my jaw dropped to the floor. It was only a glimpse but I saw the thick black band circling her left thigh. She noticed my face, and I watched hers become flushed. She had caught me staring at her many times before, but never like this. I just smiled at her. After she returned to her seat she smiled back at me and the look in her eyes was an admission of sorts. I assume she thought I saw more than I actually did. Whatever she thought I saw, she seemed to acknowledge it and maybe even enjoy the thought of it. I lied in my bed many nights thinking of that day, undressing her even further in my mind wondering what other sexy secrets she kept hidden under that dress. We exchanged many smiles in the days that followed. In the classroom, meeting in the hallway, in the cafeteria. I was terrified to do or say anything but my nerves were building. Several days later she was passing out our graded tests. As she handed mine to me I let my fingers drag over her hand as I took the paper from her. Lingering just a split second longer than would ever be necessary, ensuring that she noticed it was deliberate. I heard her take a short quick breath, she had definitely noticed. When she sat back down she smiled again, this time the mischievous gleam in her eye was as deliberate as my stolen touch had been. I was still at a loss as to how to proceed, what to do next. I wasn't a virgin, but she was much older and a teacher. I could see my parents getting THAT call. I had no idea what, if anything, I should do. Finally, as Halloween approached she asked the class who was doing what for Halloween. Going trick or treating? Rolling someones house? Staying in? I was clueless as to her intentions as the everyone took their turn answering. Finally, she looked straight at me, smiled and said her would be spending the Halloween weekend with his dad so she was going to stay home for Halloween and enjoy the quiet. Thankfully I caught myself before I said I was gonna change my plans and trick or treat at her house! The rest of the week was very odd. No more smiles returned. Now, when she saw me smiling at her she would only look back down at whatever she was pretending to do. Turns out, I wasn't the only one who was terrified about what was going on. That was one of the longest weeks of my life. The anticipation was overwhelming, but I also worried. Had she changed her mind? Had I just completely misread her? I didn't know but I promised myself to find out. Finally the day came... and it drug and drug and drug on. Minutes turned to hours as my eagerness was seriously ruining my patience. I had debated for hours over what time I should go. Seven? No, to early. Eight? That's probably best, nine might be too late. I doubt my patience would last til nine anyway. I left home around five... just driving around, trying desperately to pass the time. I drove by her house several times, checking to see if her car was there, it was. Seeing if anyone else appeared to be coming or going, there was no activity. As it got later and the sun finally began to set, I could only see very dim lighting on in a couple rooms of her house as I drove by. Finally the clock said 8:00 and I was about to find out exactly what had been happening. I pulled into her driveway, turning my lights off before I turned in. I sat there in her driveway, wondering if I should knock. I finally got my nerves up, got out and walked to her door. I pressed the button. I could hear the chime inside her house. I'm sure it was only a minute or two, but it seemed like an eternity. Then I saw the curtains in the glass beside the door move slightly. I jumped at the sight, my nerves were completely shot. I heard the lock turn, then the knob, the door slowly began to open. There she was... a red silk robe, tied at the waist. Her long brown hair flowing down over her shoulders, down to her huge boobs, of which the robe revealed much more of than her school attire ever could . She had on red lipstick the same fiery shade as her robe. Her pearl necklace was there, more of its path revealed but still not completely out of hiding. As my eyes moved lower I knew the sheer black fabric covering her legs wasn't pantyhose this time. I found myself back in the classroom, seeing that for the first time, being so surprised, and now so grateful that this is where it lead. My eyes moved even lower and now I see that she is wearing gorgeous black heels. Then I noticed the nerves were gone, there had been no mistake, no missed communication, and as my eyes moved back up her heavenly body to meet her own I smiled and said "trick, or treat?" She replied "treats are all you will find here, won't you come in and have some?" I followed her as she turned to lead me to the living room, her full beautiful ass swaying under the red silk...
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