I made out wildly last night at a Spanish party with one of my students Alex. Cheated on my boyfriend. The funny thing is: I wanted it! I saw it coming for weeks and did nothing to stop it, in fact I probably encouraged it. I really liked him since he first joined my language class - very sexual and just strangely attractive. Something inside me wanted to see if it would happen and of course didn't take anyone into consideration, least of all my boyfriend, hundreds of miles away in another country.
I knew he was going to be there but my heart still jumped when I saw him walk in. A few minutes later, he came to our table where I was drinking with my friends and Alex talked and joked with me. Lots of loitering eye contact left me in no doubt that I was in a dangerous situation here. After a few more drinks, my friends and got up and were dancing when I suddenly felt hands on my hips from behind -- I looked round, my startled expression turning instinctively into a smile when I saw it was him.
He told me I looked beautiful and danced closely behind me - he was so confident and easygoing. He escalated things -- lingering touches on my side, guiding me in the dance, suddenly we were face to face and the kiss came so easily. We kissed on the dance floor for several minutes, oblivious to my friends who must have been scandalised to see me passionately kissing my student -- Alex must have noticed the attention as he led me to another, more secluded part of the bar.
I'm getting turned on as I write this. God, I really enjoyed it with Alex - it was really fun - very gentle and yet definitely wild - he can kiss really well. I did not want it to stop. After a while I was so turned on I could barely breathe. I loved the way he touched me. My ass, breasts.
Even this part of the bar wasn't all that private -- some of my friends looked at us shocked - they knew I wasn't single - but I did not care. He slipped his hand inside my top and ran his fingers over my breasts, stroking my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra, making me moan into his ear and run my hands through his hair.
He looked around and, when no one was near, he slipped his hand between my thighs and stroked my pussy through my jeans. His dark eyes glinted in the dim light and he smiled as he tortured me, my hips involuntarily rising and falling as his hand drove me crazy with lust. His large hand enveloped mine and he moved it down to the straining bulge in his jeans. He moaned as I traced the outline of his erection with my fingers.
I really wanted to go to bed with him but I was somehow able to control myself, thank God. My friends came to collect me and scolded me for cheating on my boyfriend, but I strangely felt no shame or regret.
Later that evening, alone in bed, I fantasied about the situation, I imagined that we had gone back to his room together. I felt his kisses on my skin, his hands on my breasts and hips - what it would be like to look into his eyes as I opened his pants and take him in my hand and mouth... I wanted so much to feel him deep inside me. I can't believe I'm writing this, but I just wanted him to take me, to fuck me.
My hand wandered down my stomach and into my panties -- my pussy was soaking wet - and I quickly and urgently came hard, thinking of him. I fell asleep immediately and had a very sexual dream.
Two days later was our class. I wasn't planning anything but I wore my hair down, my best jeans and an unnecessarily tight-fitting green top that highlighted my full breasts. I'd been half dreading it and half exploding inside to see him again. Anyway, I was very professional, but I felt him looking at my body when I wrote on the whiteboard. I had butterflies in my stomach.
After the lesson I tidied up quickly, paused a moment to contemplate the situation, then ran to catch up with him. I had been feeling conflicted about my boyfriend so I told him it was a mistake and I want us to remain platonic friends. We went to the Irish pub and had a coffee and it was very nice; I played it very cool but I got goosebumps every time our skin innocuously touched. I realised the initiative was entirely with him.
We walked back to my flat together and said goodbye but he didn't walk away. Instead he suddenly shoved me against the wall and kissed me. I opened my mouth, sighed with delight and let his tongue inside as his strong arms wrapped around me; I parted my legs and he aggressively pushed his thigh between them; I was instantly wet.
We both knew what would happen now and I broke the kiss, smiled, shamelessly took his hand and led him up the two flights of stairs, him admiring my ass in my jeans on the way up. Less than a minute later we were in my room: me moaning as he kissed my neck and his fingers opened my jeans quick as lightning. His hand slipped into my panties as I opened my mouth and he kissed me greedily.
His fingers worked their way down through my soft pubic hair and he gently opened my swollen, drenched vagina with one finger. He breathed heavily as he felt how wet I was for him and I kissed him wildly. I had never been so aroused in my life -- he quickly found my clitoris and waves of electric, pulsing pleasure crashed through my body, I felt an orgasm approaching.
My knees were soft and I was swaying: I wanted him so much. I came hard against his hand, half falling into him. He laughed confidently as I rested my head against his chest, my blonde hair dishevelled, drawing my breath in long, shuddering gasps. I heard his heart pounding in his chest.
