Leaning close to him, she pointed out a punctuation mistake in the essay she had set him. She wasn't his teacher, and he wasn't her pupil at a school. She was chief librarian at the local library and gave English lessons as an additional interest. She was tutoring him to resit his 'A' level English exams, as needed higher grades to get into the university of his choice.
A tall gentle young man, he'd celebrated his 18th birthday a few months earlier. He treated her with respect and deference. Anxious to learn, he studied hard and responded well to her guidance. She was in her early 40's seemingly plain in her looks, but had that indefinable quality about her, appealing, full of desirability and fascinating allure. The more men got to know her, the more desirable they found her. Married, her husband was out at work when she tutored her students, her lessons providing extra income for the luxuries they both enjoyed.
She had a happy marriage, a frequent, though mundane sex life. Regularly achieving a level of pleasant warm satisfaction. Her husband took time to engage in plenty of foreplay and was able to achieve a duration of well over 6 minutes. Despite being together for more than 20 years, they had not been able to have children. There was nothing wrong with either of them, but somehow it didn't click, and she never caught. Yet, she yearned for some excitement in her life, to feel that reckless, abandoned, and uninhibited thrill of illicit carnal pleasure with someone different.
Standing around 5'3", she weighed a little over 130lbs. She was a little plump, though not particularly overweight, with 36C breasts, 28" waist, and 38" hips. Her appearance was softly curvaceous, and she had really good legs. Light brown wavy hair, hazel eyes, she wore it long, and it framed her face, sweeping back over her cheeks and neck at the sides. Easily described as ripe and juicy, it was easy to see why men found her attractive.
She dressed conservatively when she was tutoring. Usually wearing a pleated gaberdine skirt, and a smart cotton blouse. Often bare legged, she took a little pleasure in her choice of underwear. Amused by the feeling that she had secrets under her clothes. Wearing heavily lace trimmed nylon panties, slinky lace or embroidered slips, wired or uplift bras. Occasionally flashing a hint of lace, or a flash of knickers to her students, she thrilled at the naughtiness of what he was doing.
Deriving both pleasure and amusement from the effect she had on the young men she tutored, deliberately tantalising them with fleeting glimpses of her sexuality. Giving her the sensation of control as they helplessly succumbed to her subtle taunting. Usually ending the lessons with the hapless young men, suffering the discomfort of having a raging erection, which was always clearly visible to her.
Up to now she had never taken it further, resisting the desire, the temptation that these young men presented to her. However, this young man in particular proved irresistible to her carnal hunger, there was something about him that she couldn't contend with. Finding herself unable to withstand her attraction to him, or thwart her growing appetite. In fact, craving to feel his young body under her hands, and his weight over her, pressing himself deep into her aching belly.
They had been sharing lessons together for many weeks, and she had been aware of his response to her. He was different somehow, he wasn't obvious in his reaction to her. Instinctively she knew he would need a little more enticement, but she wanted more than to just tease him, she wanted him to have her, in the most delightful and self-indulgent way.
Moving closer to him, she leaned against him, appreciating his youth, and relishing the smell of his fresh skin. She looked into his deep blue eyes, smiling at his naivety. Knowing she would have to make almost all the running to her achieve her objectives. Most of these young men didn't get the message, thinking that if they made a move, they would be rebuffed, and humiliated. She could never understand why they didn't realise that women like her and at her age had huge sex drives, and far from rejecting them would welcome the attention. However, as most of them were too timid to try, she didn't waste any of her personal time on them.
Resolving to move things along, she lowered her voice, making him move his ear closer to her mouth, and allowing her to 'accidentally' brush the folds of his skin, with her luscious lips.
Placing her arm around his shoulder, her breast pressed against his ribs just under his arm. He could feel the hard nipple through her blouse and bra. Finding it arousing, he couldn't help his erection forming. Seeing it pressing hard against the front of his trousers, she smiled to herself, as she thought 'he's learnt as much English as I can teach him, perhaps I can teach something else, something less boring.'
Noticing how prominent the stiffness in his crotch had become, she felt a slight gush as she became aroused by his obvious awareness of her. Slowly, she dropped her arm to his waist, pressing her thigh against his, and pulling him closer to her warm body. Becoming silent, as they looked into each other's eyes, there was a pause, interrupted by their breathing becoming louder and faster as their faces closed together. Placing her other hand onto his stomach, she slipped her hand down, grasping his aching shaft with her fingers, feeling him start with surprise at her touch.
Gradually their lips met, and with a sudden rush of fire and passion, they kissed, hard and lustful. He couldn't help himself, he was a young red-blooded male after all, and unable to resist her lascivious advances. The salacious intent of her movement against his body was clear in its lecherous invitation.
Responding to her tongue he put his arms around her, before placing his hand on the inside of her knee and moving it up her skirt until he touched the gusset of her panties. Caressing the plumpness of her vulva through the thick nylon and sensing the wetness and excitement of her as she pushed her hips forwards opening her legs wider to let him feel how ripe and eager she was.
Her skin tingled with the sensation of his hand up her skirt, feeling and probing her secret place. Responding to his touch, she leaked lubricant into her gusset, her aroma assailing his nostrils and invading his senses. Her smell overpowering him as he threw caution to the winds. The intensity of their kissing increased, beginning to overwhelm their self control with a fiery uncontrollable ardour.
Stumbling away from the desk, their lips locked together, they fell in a tangle of arms and legs onto the floor. She felt the silky swirl of her skirt and slip, as she landed in a flurry of gaberdine, nylon and lace. Pulling her skirts above her waist, the silky lace trimmed nylon of her slip contrasting with the dark navy of her skirt. He looked at the heavy lace of her panties. Before reaching for the waistband and taking a firm grip on the tight weighty material.
Their bodies making a hollow thudding noise as they ground themselves together. Heels, and knees banging and drumming against the floorboards in their haste to sample each others flesh.
Laying back, she lifted her hips, allowing him to drag her knickers off, the heavy nylon crackling, and making a sibilant hiss as they drew firmly over her thighs. An experience of freedom swept over her as they cleared her ankles to be tossed casually onto the rug beside them. There was a bit of a double bump as her heels hit the hard floor. Frantically scrambling, she unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off. Reaching around her back, she unhooked her bra, tossing that to one side. His eyes widened as he saw her firm breasts, the dusky pink aureole surrounding her stiff erect nipples. They fell out, flowing across her chest, soft, rich, and inviting.
Almost feverish with excitement. He undid his trousers, taking them off, then his shirt and underpants. His penis so stiff it ached, he took the waistband of her skirts to undress her from them. She pushed his hands away, wanting to feel the sensation of the material against her skin. Knowing that the sight of her with her upturned bare white belly framed by the sheer nylon and navy cloth, was erotic in the extreme to his young inexperienced eyes.
Shivering at his touch, her skin tingled as he smoothed his hand from her ankle to her knee, caressing the plump muscles of her calves. Leaning forward, he kissed her rounded lower belly, following the line above her pubis from hip to hip.
Lifting her knees, she pulled his slim body between her open thighs. Feeling his weight on the fatty pad that covered her pubic bone. Bending his head forwards he took her breasts into his mouth, and licked her nipples, his tongue describing circles around her aureole. She took a deep breath through her clenched teeth as the warm tongue pressed down firmly on her breast.
She wanted to be touched, softly and with tenderness, but she also wanted to be taken, there and then. Neither of them able to wait any longer, she pulled him close, feeling his penis touch her soft undersides. Although he had been with a few girls, and had sex with them, they were his age or younger, so his experiences weren't that extensive. As she expected, he poked about, inexpertly trying to find his way in, pressing too high and passing up over her mound.
Reaching down, she took his penis between her fingers, marvelling at how hot it was, feeling him pulsing plentiful amounts of precum, making him slippery and complementing her own vaginal excretions of lubricant. She was no young girl, tense or tight, she was an experienced mature woman in the prime of her sexuality. Although he was towards the higher end of average, his penetration was smooth, effortless, she was a comfortable fit for him. His entry still provoked that deliciously thrilling tingle as he buried his full length inside her.
Like most young men, he set off at an extremely fast rate, plunging and thrusting very rapidly. Holding him close to her, she thought that his first time with her would be over very quickly, perhaps she would be lucky and get more than a minute out him. However, in the pattern of surprises this was yet another, he settled into a firm but positive rate of intercourse, taking his time, and allowing her to adjust her hips, and respond to his deep heaving, rocking her hips in time with his.
Hearing the soft wet squelching from the motions of his penis inside her, coupled with the light, yet noticeable squeaking of the polished floorboards underneath them. The desk rattled with the motion, a pencil dropping to the floor with a load clatter. None of those sounds deterred or distracted them in any way, so immersed in the intense physical activity they were engaging in with each other.
Tenderly, resting her lips on his neck just below his ear, she whispered.
"Easy now, hold on for a bit, slowly, slowly, that's it, hold it, hold it. Ohhhh!"
He slowed down and she widened her knees to make it more comfortable for him, reducing the friction and allowing him to gain control of his physical urge. Feeling him tense at the needle like tingling in his penis, his back stiffened, and he lifted his chest up over hers, his thrusts became stronger causing her breasts to sway up and down in time with his rhythm, with a cry almost of anguish, the exquisiteness of his ejaculation overcoming his senses. His output was abundant, and hot, she lay back as he pumped spurt after spurt of semen into her warm welcoming vagina. Bathing her vault in a thick fertile flood of bodily fluid. Almost crying with the overwhelming pleasure as he felt the rush of liquid out of his shaft.
