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It was weeklong intercollegiate Science exhibition at our college. So as part of my job assigned I have to take care of the visiting colleague to where to our college for an exhibition. [email protected] people contact me. My life was always full of fun laughter and surprises. Shikha was a 28-year-old chemistry teacher for a reputed college in the city. They had their project setup in our college. From the first meeting we had she requested me that she didn’t have a clue about competition and if I should help in the setup stage, she would be eternally grateful. This suited me fine. It was a weeklong competition. Seeing her daily allowed us to strike up a good relationship with an amazing conversation that flowed freely. Shikha wasn’t what I call beautiful. Her body was sporty and a little fatty side… but she had something. Something you can’t buy or even try to create. She had massive sex appeal. Each time I walked crossed her project I spent my brain thinking how great it would be to suck her perfectly shaped breasts and tease the nipples that look at you through her clothes and just ask you to touch them. Becoming friendly had opened up lots of opportunities for me sexually and she was someone that I could have got lost with many times. The chief guest was so impressed with the programme that he organized a party for all participating teacher. So as planned everyone departed their respective student safely home. Shikha and her boyfriend Tushar turned up for the party. Tushar was hot with an awesome body to match. Shikha looked a bit messy since she had come straight from sports ground organize for fun, but I couldn’t help thinking how good she would taste right now. She disappeared for few hours and change into queen, Shikha’s looked stunning in a black body-hugging top and Jeans. Her hair was up and her neck looked oh so kissable! A teardrop crystal necklace nestled in her cleavage bringing attention to her amazing breasts. It wasn’t just me that noticed – it seemed like every guy in the party hall stopped, looked, closed their eyes and dreamed for a moment. The orchestra was amazing. The music flowed and the dance floor was open. Grabbing everyone, one at a time, I danced the night away. Shikha was sitting waiting for Tushar to dance with her. He didn’t get the hint and just kept talking with his known friends. I walked up to them and asked them both if it would be fine to dance with her. Tushar’s response was “Why not? I’m not going to.” The disappointment that showed on her face from Tushar’s remark. Soon disappeared as we got to the dance floor. Shikha smelled amazing and her eyes drew me inside her. The music slowed and we moved in closer but kept distance as we were surrounded by teachers. She told me that she loved sharing our time together and thanked me for a great evening. Then she dropped a bombshell, “I’m leaving the job next Friday and heading back hometown to work with an institute. You’re the only one who knows, don’t say anything. I haven’t even told Tushar yet.” The song ended and I didn’t want to let her go. A faster song came on and we left the dance floor. And everyone was yelling and shouting I raised the toast and shouted, “To breaking rules, if not bending them a bit.” The music slowed again and now half the group decided to head home and others wanted to continue the party. I watched as Shikha walked ahead of me – love the way her ass wiggled as she walked – lost in thoughts about what she had on under that dress. Shikha grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go, I want to dance.” I came back to the present “What were you thinking?’ she asked. “I was wondering what you were wearing under that dress.” The words were out before I could take them back. Shikha smiled and whispered in my ear “I’m sure you would be impressed.” We went in and enjoyed a lot more dancing. It was 11 pm and I decided it was time to head back to the home. Some of the group came with me. Shikha wanted to leave but Tushar wanted to stay and go out with his friends. He stayed and with the others continued on the night. When out of the party hall. I asked how would you like to go home by cab or should I drop you on my bike. She said, “Can you drop me at home?” I was more than ready. She sat in my back seat and we zip zap zoomed. Just a few minutes later she said, “So do you want to really see what I was wearing under my dress?” “Hell yes!” was all I could reply. She hugged me tight and her breast pressed on my back. I turned my bike to the nearest hotel and we reached our room. We locked the door and now she walked past me brushing past my body. She took two steps into the room, turned and removed the top. My cock pulsed at the sight of her lacy bra. And afterward her jeans I could see her pussy was bald and calling me. I kissed her in a way I have wanted to for months. The passion was amazing. Her hands wandered over my body pulling me closer to her as she wrapped a leg around me making us fall to the floor. “Tushar, what about Tushar?” I spurted out. “That pig will be drinking and then asleep. I am so fucking horny. I’m here, the rest doesn’t matter.” I quickly removed my clothes and desert them away. That was all I needed to hear. I lifted her to the bed and laid her down on her belly. I undid her bra off and started kissing her on her feet up spending time on all of her until my body ran up her back to where her head was on the side. I bit her neck and she squirmed. My hard cock was sitting her butt cheeks and she reverses bucked my cock rubbing it all over her ass. I rolled her over and for the first time, I saw her awesome breasts. Her nipples were a brownie and hard ready to suck. I climbed on top of her and as she opened her legs I smelled her woman scent. It was intoxicating. I stopped and sucked her pussy. I licked each and every part.