Ever since the first time I met Phola, I was very attracted to her. She was a beautiful woman with a hot body, a pretty face, big boobs, and an hourglass figure. She was everything I can ever hope for a great fuck. I'm particularly obsessed with those big, juicy melons that I just want to grope, squeeze, press my face on, and suck until I can't do it anymore. She was the subject of my daily sexual fantasies and masturbation sessions. My lust was so great it became an obsession. An obsession to fuck her brains out and make my dreams come true.
I first met Phola at college, and we were already in our 20s at the time with me just a couple of years older than her at 28. Both of us stopped schooling for a while and were a bit older when we came back. Each time before, during, and after class, I would take the opportunity to talk with her, drool over her hot body when she's not paying attention, and rubbing against her "accidentally." I particularly rub myself against her boos, which I deliberately made happen each time she moves beside me, and I pretend to move in the same direction, causing my arms to rub nicely on those juicy melons. Sometimes, I would move opposite her path as she walks by and directs my elbow on her soft tits, feeling its warm softness crushed on my bare skin. The feeling of her soft tits rubbing nicely on my elbow was intoxicating. At times, when we're discussing something, and she is standing on my back, I would deliberately step back such that her soft melons would touch my back. In all these successful attempts to rub against her amazing tits, my dick would be as hard as a stone. I only wish I can do more and also feel them on my hands; grope them to my heart's content. It would be a dream come true. After class, I didn't wait to get back home to jack off because my dick was throbbing red. I went to the comfort room to ease the tension while recalling the feel of Phola's tits on my hands.
I'm not sure if she felt my lust and attraction towards her, but I think she likes me too. She seemed to be oblivious to my sexual innuendos and even wear the most provocative clothes to tempt me. At one time, she was wearing a low-cut neckline blouse and tight skirt. Her creamy cleavage was in plain sight, and her thighs were a sight for sore eyes. I immediately sat beside her so I can stare over her body when she's not looking. I asked her if she could be my partner in the class activities, thinking it will give me more opportunities to exploit her, and luckily, she obliged. Every time she leans forward, I get a good view of her bra laced boobs, the mounds hanging and shaking slightly at her movements. I got an opportunity to feel her body again when she leaned forward to read a Math book, emphasizing his tight ass under that skimpy skirt. I was standing right beside her so I stepped forward and push my dick on her ass while pretending to look down on the book. I'm not sure if she noticed my dick touching her ass, but if she ever did, she didn't mind at all and just kept reading. Each time she adjusts her body to the sides, I take the opportunity to press my dick more, feigning inertia. My dick was rock hard on her soft, plump ass, and I was in heaven. That went on for some minutes until she finished reading the book and we had to return to our seats.
The days went by, and I would make the same pattern. By this time, Phola seemed to have noticed my sexual advances and respond a bit. At one time, she deliberately leaned over and pressed her soft melons on my arm as I was reading a book. I took advantage of the opportunity by pushing my arm backward to feel her big soft boobs even more. Feeling her response to my sexual advances for the first time made my dick rise and ready to burst in my pants. I want to fuck her right there!
Things may seem to work well for me but despite all the developments, I still wasn't able to make a bold move on her because there was one problem; she was married. So, I kept my desire for her, thinking that our daily seductions would suffice. But there were times I was so desperate of fucking it would almost drive me crazy and I would feel the need to fuck her at all costs. Still, I was unsuccessful until the semester was over, and we were no longer at school.
The times when I wasn't with Phola was a torment. I keep thinking of her beautiful face, her amazing boobs, those lush lips, and the things I would do to fulfill my desire for her. So I decided to pursue her. First, I chatted with her, and we had a pretty good conversation. The conversation sometimes becomes naughty as I recall all the things that happened in class and present to her the possibility of doing all things again in other circumstances. I saved some of her sexy, erotic pictures, and would watch them as I chatted with her and rubbed my dick at the thought of fucking her. But that was all and having felt her body before; I wanted more. As the days go by, I was feeling desperate. I will go crazy if I can't fuck her.
Then, the golden opportunity came when Phola's husband went abroad to work, and she left much alone at home. At the time, Phola was more than a month pregnant, but it wasn't obvious and she still looked great. It made her boobs swell even more. I loved it that she's pregnant because if I fuck her, I can cum inside her all I want without having to worry about impregnating her. A few more days went by and another stroke of luck came to my way. I was having a vacation on an Island, and while walking at the beach, I met Phola. I can't believe my luck!