Tempting teacher
Hi, this jj taking you through the ‘teacher’s” series well when I venture into a particular segment it goes on for a very long time. The thinking and visualizing keeps going in the same line if readers are aware it all started with the “lesbian” stories. Well keeping onto the same track this is about a pg mathematics school teacher handling higher classes a divorcee well into her forties 44 to be precise blessed with a son staying with her parents at Bangalore was slowly warming up with a former student. Sadhana had been teaching for many years with the new international standard school situated in Puzhal a suburb on the out skirts of Chennai in the near proximity of the new jail complex. She on occasion, encounters former students on the street or a restaurant. She was normally pleased and anxious to hear what life had in store for each of her former charges. Many had gone on to college and successful careers and others had gone on to start families. Sadhana was excited to hear how their lives had changed since leaving school and enjoyed being reminded of how she had positive influences in others’ lives. Sadhana ran into one such student on a Sunday evening as she was strolling through local market. Kathir was a bright boy, but had some difficulty with his studies. He was a better than average student, when helped and prodded by his instructors. He was finishing his final year of college with a city government college doing his business mathematics and was studying for his final exams. He was excited to see his former teacher and talked excitedly about his experiences since leaving the school and about a future career. Alas, his study habits had not improved so much as his outlook and he must finish his exams before moving on. He pleaded with Sadhana for her help in preparing for the exams and wanted some guidance. Somewhat reluctantly, Sadhana agreed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see Kathir succeed, it was more that she was unsure of herself and her bashfulness resulting from her realization of how good looking he had become. She invited him to join up with her at home in the nearby residential area. The first few sessions went well and Sadhana noticed a stark improvement in his knowledge and study habits. She barely noticed the sexual tension that was building between them. Still, she was feeling a little uncomfortable and was considering stopping the sessions. She felt her age meant responsibility and he but only a couple years older than her son. In fact, they had briefly been in school at the same time. As much as Sadhana tried, she could not remove his image from her mind and thoughts of him and his athletic frame entered her mind often during the day. His boyish charm and flirtatious mannerisms were taking a toll on Sadhana’s restraints. She was beginning to wonder if he was really interested in her help with study work or had other things in mind. Though their discussions were quite engaging, he seemed to frequently wander off the topic. While in discussion with Kathir were keeping her mind occupied, her id was being stimulated by his natural good looks and his muscular build. Each session came and went and Sadhana could not bring herself to call off the sessions en mass. One night Sadhana discovered, without realizing it, that they were sitting very closely together on the sofa watching a movie on the television. Chills were running from his leg brushing against her thigh, up the length of her spine and as always she was in her comfortable night in skirt. She slowly turned her head to look at him and her eyes met his square on. She went flush and felt stirrings she had missed for a long time. She hoped her face had not given her away as she began to slide away from him. He moved with her, pressing his face towards Sadhana, as if he were to kiss her. She withdrew, pulling the neck of her front open button down nighty closed and sliding away from him. He looked at her bewildered, thinking he had misread her signals … Moving closer to her on the sofa, Kathir persisted, placing a hand on her thigh. Though he is not being forceful, Sadhana feels the strength in his grip as he moves closer to her. His eyes are intense and his broad shoulders tower over her. He slides closer, closing off the area to slide across the sofa. Sadhana started feeling pinned with no place to slide as he presses his face to hers; holding her head with his hand. She holds her lips tightly, trying to fend off his advances with her hands, but he is strong and persistent. Sadhana’s mind screams ‘no!,’ but her body craves touch and caress. His lips press over hers and his tongue dances over her lips. She is pinned against the sofa, his grip is tight, yet there is a gentleness in the way he holds her. Sadhana’s heart pounds in her chest and her breathing becomes more rapid as he forces his tongue in the void between her lips. Her mind races and she become vaguely aware of his manhood pressing against her thigh. Sadhana’s body stirs and she quivers under the caress of his hands and she relaxes, kissing him back. Her hands pull his head to her face and she begins kissing him passionately. His breathing is rapid and his heart is pounding in his chest. Sadhana, emboldened by lust, finds the buttons of his shirt and she begins working each button loose, stripping away his shirt away, running her hands over his chest, small black body hair slipping between fingers tips. Lust has taken over Sadhana and her body rises to his, her juicy necter regions pressing against his thigh. He leans down to her and he kisses her again, the skin of his bare legs warm against the inside of her thighs. Sadhana’s in-skirt is hiked up and she could feel the warmth of his skin radiating, through her panties, onto her swollen lips. She grasps his head and pulls his face against her neck, guiding him to kiss the soft, sensitive skins at the base of her neck.