Everything started out innocently enough as it always does. Was just another simple job to help pay the bills. Bills which always seem to go up, and never go away. I have always been a good teacher especially in Math and Chemistry. I can usually connect with students easily and figure out what isn't clicking to help them understand the subject more easily. Some students stand out more than others... some parents even more.
14 years ago, I met a family that I will remember forever. The student was a good kid and a good student, just needed some help getting through Geometry and then Algebra. He did very well in my instruction, but what is more memorable is the connection I had with his mother. She was an extremely attractive woman, maybe 5 or 6 years older than me. She had an amazing personality, incredibly fun to be around, and always just slightly flirty. Nothing over the top, but always enough to keep me interested. I always tried to be professional, but I know I slipped some, flirting back with her, but never too obviously. The problem was, we were both married, both had kids, and both seemingly happy.
When her son graduated, I figured that would be the last time I saw her. I missed the connection I had with her, but figured it was probably safest if we were not around each other. There was definite chemistry though, I am sure she felt it too.
It wasn't a year later when I heard from her again. She was taking classes at the local college to become a nurse and needed help with Chemistry. I readily agreed, relishing the fact that we would be working more intimately with each other than when I was with her son. We would meet 2-3 times a week, during which times I found it very difficult to concentrate on my job, rather than her legs, body, and lips. But more than her physical appearance she was just an amazing person to be around. Always very happy and upbeat, always happy to see me as her face would light up when she saw me at the door. Her hugs of welcome were always welcome and returned eagerly to her delight. Things continued in this fashion for a while, never daring to take things further, never daring to ruin a good friendship and potentially 2 marriages.
Eventually our hugs got longer, a little stronger and more often too. A quick peck on the cheek from her was becoming normal as a welcome and goodbye. Her eyes always very searching while we worked, looking for my approval of her work. Her hand would casually touch my shoulder or knee while talking. My hand often touched her shoulder too, longer than what should have been acceptable, but only felt natural with her.
As our sessions became more intimate, our conversations also became more as well, and learned a great deal about each other. The more I learned, the more I was attracted to her as well, and seemingly, the more she enjoyed talking to me. I could only hope she was enjoying it as much as I was. During these talks I learned her marriage was not all it seemed, and we discussed my marriage as well. While neither of us weren't particularly happy in our marriages, neither of us were willing to stray either. As things progressed though, the flirting was a little more obvious and the conversations were a little more risqué. As my sessions were drawing to a close with her, I took a leap I will never regret. As our last session was finishing, I decided to push my luck some. We had just finished a marathon session of 3 hours of chemistry and she asked if i wanted a drink to relax. I responded without hesitation "YES", eager for the opportunity to be around her more, not eager for our time together to end.
We sat on her back deck, both sipping some wine she provided. A nice dark, full bodied red that I greatly enjoyed. We talked about nothing for an hour or so, finishing a bottle of wine between us. With our inhibitions lowered from the wine our touching became more often, longer, and suggestive. We both could feel the heat between us, our cheeks slightly flushed, our breathing shallower than should be. We were both turned on and could tell, there was no hiding it.
Eventually as I got ready to leave, I leaned in for what she thought was going to be another bone crushing hug, I caught her lips with mine as she turned to peck my cheek. We both hesitated for a moment, unsure how to proceed next. We stood there, our faces inches apart, me looking down into her eyes. I knew there was an attraction between us but wasn't prepared for the look of need in her eyes. As we stood there looking into each other's eyes, neither of us could say a word, the look between us was enough. I leaned down for our second kiss, first real one, and made it count. My lips touched hers, softly at first, being very timid as I was still scared out of my mind, not expecting to ever reach this point with her.
My lips opened, our kissing becoming a little more probing, more passionate, more needful. I probed her lips with my tongue, testing the waters so to speak, and found her responding immediately. Her lips opened to accept my tongue while hers also darted out to fence with mine. Our bodies seemed glued together, my arms wrapped around her, gliding over her back, pulling her even closer. Her arms couldn't seem to be content either staying in one place and slide up and down my back, or snaked its way into my hair, pulling my head down to hers more insistently, the other reaching my ass, grabbing it and pulling me closer with it. Taking this cue from her, my hands reach down, and both grab her ass, pulling it in to me as we continue to kiss deeply.
I realized at this point that it may not have been a coincidence we were alone for this session. My mind is too occupied to grasp this fully though and didn't care. My mind isn't the one running the show anyways. My lips leave hers and snake my way to her neck and earlobe, finding those sensitive spots, nibbling on her ear lobe, sucking on it and doing the same on the nape of her neck. Her back arches and one of my hands move up to cup her breast while I kiss her neck. She gasps in surprise, but doesn't pull away, if anything she seems to get more turned on. Her fingers are racking my back now through my shirt, her breathing was definitely shallower now. I pull away from her... her fingers grudgingly leave me.
I reach the bottom of her shirt, slowly lifting it, giving her a chance to stop me. When she raises her hands to make it easier, I know I have nothing to worry about. With her shirt gone, her breasts are only contained by her white lace bra. The hidden flesh arouses me even more, always has. I have always been a sucker for lingerie. She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra letting it fall, exposing her breasts for the first time to me. Although I like a nice firm ass, I have always been a tit guy. Her tits seem like a nice C cup, chest size, probably about a 34. They are surprisingly perky for being slightly older and she can see I appreciate them. I reach out and cup her breasts in my hands, feeling their firmness, teasing her nipples with my fingers, feeling them harden from the attention. My mouth moves down, seemingly of its own accord, and starts to pay attention to her breasts, licking them, kissing them, avoiding her nipples as long as possible. I can see goosebumps form around her nipples as I kiss all around them and lightly blow on them. My tongue slowly tests a nipple, feeling its hardness drawing a gasp from her. I move my mouth to her other breast, this time drawing her entire nipple into my mouth, sucking on it and lightly nibbling on it, making her shudder and her knees start to buckle. I realize at this point, we are still on her back deck. But as she lives further out of the city there is literally no one around for at least 100 yards or so. I guide her to a chaise lounge on the deck and encourage her to lay down.
Her eyes get wide with anticipation as she lays back. I realize at this point that I am fully clothed, while she is now half naked. I smirk at her as I pull my own shirt over my head, exposing my bare chest. At this point we are each only wearing shorts as it was a warm autumn day. As I lean down to better pay attention to her she runs her finger tips up my chest through my chest hair, moving up to my neck to pull me down for another long kiss. As our tongues meet, her free hand moves down to my crotch, feeling my hardness through my khaki shorts. My hands move back to her tits, pinching her nipples and lightly pulling on them, making her moan into my mouth and rub my cock more insistently.
My mouth leaves hers and leaves a trail of kisses down to her tits, circling each nipple before sucking on it, making them even harder than they were. My lips then form a trail of kisses leading down to her stomach, her belly button, and continue further down. My hands pull down her shorts as lips continue further down. They encounter a pair of white lacy panties that I realize match the discarded bra from earlier. I pull them down next while my lips continue to kiss further down, finding a neatly trimmed pussy, gushing in her wetness. Her body seems to undulate on the lounge while I kiss all around her pussy, never touching it. She smells sweet, and fresh and oh so inviting.
I have always loved to give oral sex to my partners, feeling the power to make them reach multiple orgasms with only my tongue, nose and occasional finger to get her there. She is starting to whimper now, practically begging me to touch her, to lick her. My fingers reach up and cautiously spread her pussy, eliciting a moan from her as my tongue gently licks inside her pussy, slowly sliding up to her clit. Her clit is partially hidden in its hood as I lick the underside of it making her gasp and moan. I take my time, not wanting to rush things, wanting this to last, as this may be the last time I get to see her. My tongue works its way back down and up repeatedly, drawing her clit out of its hiding spot more and more with each pass. Every few times I pause and push my tongue into her pussy, penetrating her with it, fucking her with it. Her juices flow onto my face each time I do this, and I savor the taste. I wiggle my tongue up and down while buried deep within her, making her moan even more. This time while sliding my tongue up, I replace my tongue with a finger sliding into her pussy so my mouth can focus on her clit. Careful not to over stimulate her I cautiously flick her clit with my tongue, making her moan even more. The more she moans, the wetter she gets, enough to slide in another finger into her pussy with my first. My lips move down now to her clit, sucking on it, drawing it into my mouth, feeling how hard it is in its arousal.
