Sitting here reading my notes to prepare for our next, and very possibly, our final session, I can’t control the moisture that is filling my pretty, pink, silk panties.
Reading through the pages and pages of our time together vivid images of the lessons this naughty teacher taught him play in my mind.
He came to me a meek and mild mannered young man. So unsure of himself, so sexually frustrated, He had never kissed a woman much less slept with one.
We began with simple touch. Caressing of the flesh, faces, arms, legs. Safe, innocent touch that created an erotic electricity between us and made his face turn 50 shades of red.
After a few weeks of boundary exploration, we went a little farther. I took off my blouse leaving on my silky, sexy bra, revealing skin that he had never seen on a woman and he removed his shirt. Becoming more comfortable with each others bodies and touching, Being a naughty teacher meant that I couldn’t help wanting to move to the next level.
I needed to show him what it felt like to have his dick enveloped in the folds of a hot, wet, velvety pussy.
It took a few months and a very slow pace but eventually I taught him how to make love to a woman with his eyes, how to kiss every inch of a woman and bring her to her knees, how to make sweet, tender love to a woman, burying his hard dick deep inside my silky pussy. Today he learns the final lesson. How to FUCK and the difference between what we have been doing and what a hot, hard, lust consuming FUCK is all about.
I am about to let him see the naughty teacher that I have kept hidden, dressing the part of a whore that needs to be fucked is all part of the final lesson.