Crazy hot sex with my teacher
Hi readers, since you like my last story, I am back with another real-life incident, and this time it’s with a sexy teacher. I consider myself lucky in terms of genetics because I look really good. I fuck real good. I perfectly know when and how to touch women (like I was built to fuck). That’s how I ended up banging quite a few. I will tell you how I managed to fuck one of my teachers. Not from my school or college but a coaching institute for engineers. I got admitted to a coaching institute in Mumbai in my second last year of college. After taking admission, I started going regularly. I learnt 3 software, and all the 3 teachers were females. After learning the first 2 software in the first 4 months, I thought I’d spend the next 4 learning Ansys, which is the most important. I didn’t expect my lecturer to look good or sexy. The first 2 teachers were married and in their mid-30s (not very good-looking). But as soon as she entered the small classroom, every guy checked her out. She was perfectly brown, had a pretty face and an irresistible body. She was wearing an Indian kurti with leggings. I could make out that her breasts weren’t really big. They were average. But her lower body looked like that of a model. That’s exactly what I love in women, thick ass and legs. She introduced herself as Payal Ma’am. She started her first lecture by telling us what she would teach. She wanted to get to know her students too. She was older than me but still young (25). It got me hooked on the subject. I wanted to be in her good books as a good student. A few days passed, and honestly, I noticed the universe was giving both of us signs. Whenever I opened my classroom door, I would find her on the other side, about to open the door. Twice her pallu got stuck to my jacket zip. We even bumped into each other quite a few times in the lift, the classroom, and the washroom corridor. These things happened often. One fine day she asked me, “Why do I always keep bumping into you?” She blushed and walked away. I knew she secretly liked it. By the end of 2 months, we both knew we liked each other. But she was a bit awkward. I was probably younger than her but irresistible. She used to stand next to other students while she cleared their doubts. After she was done, she used to come to sit next to me for a minimum of 10 minutes to clear my doubts. She used to sit next to me with her legs crossed, one on top of the other. I used to find her feet or thigh bumping into my legs while she cleared my doubts. She was fine with me checking out her tits and legs while she cleared my doubts. She never said a word while I used to check her out. I knew she liked me and wanted to be touched. I once waited after the lecture when everyone left for home. I intended to spend more time with her. I just liked watching her speak and was sexually interested in her. While clearing my doubts, I noticed her legs were crossed as usual. She kept tapping into my shin on a regular interval. I felt a bit naughty and placed my hand on her thigh. As soon as she was done clearing a doubt, I thanked her for helping me. I felt her thick things shiver a bit with nervousness. I removed my hand later. In about 2 minutes, she kept her hand on my thigh while clearing my second doubt and rubbing my thigh. It was a perfect moment. We kept looking into each other’s eyes, almost about to kiss, but we didn’t. That day I managed to take her phone number. I’ll have her subject for next semester. If I have doubts, I can ask her. She said she was not allowed to share numbers with her students as she typed her phone number. She asked me not to give it to anyone or tell anyone about it. Soon the semester and my coaching class ended, and the next semester began. I regularly sent her a few questions to ensure she didn’t forget me, and we stayed in touch. Soon, the semester ended, and we had our practical exams. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to get in touch with her. I called her on a Friday and told her I had forgotten a few things she had taught me. If she could meet me at the centre and help me go through all the basics. I called her at the centre because the software was expensive and available at the coaching centre. She told me I couldn’t go to the centre as I am not a student anymore. There was a pause. She said why don’t you come to my house for a few hours tomorrow, and she would clear all my doubts. I said, ” Okay, let’s meet tomorrow, ” I asked her to send her address. It was Saturday, and I was ready with my fake doubts. I took my bike and went straight to her house at 10. I knew she lived alone. I could wait at her house for as long as I wanted. She had taken her day off just for me. She offered me some special masala tea. We both sat on her bed to clear my practical doubts. Initially, we both were sitting with our legs crossed on the bed. Soon our legs and back were in pain, so we laid our backs on the bed’s backrest. I placed my arm around her shoulder cause we were sitting so close. My hand was in the way. She said nothing, placed her laptop on her lap, and kept explaining the basics of my test. Slowly I ended up rubbing her hand, and while teaching, she landed her hand on my thigh and kept it there for a few minutes. We both knew what we wanted from each other, but no one was making the first move. She kept her hand on my thigh again for a few minutes. As she rubbed my thigh elegantly, my dick started getting hard. She felt it, and I could see she was finding ways to get to feel my tool. Before she tried to touch me, I stared at her lips and asked her if she liked what she felt. To which she replied, “Felt what?” I took her hand and placed it on my dick. I could see her face turn speechless as she started feeling it. She felt it from the tip to the base of my dick. She said it was really big and bit her lower lip. I took the opportunity and made my move.