I had been living in Istanbul (Turkey) for more than a year. I was teaching there in a foreign high-school mostly to young female teenagers from 15 to 18 years old. Most of them clearly did not give a shit about my science class but were much more interested in trying to turn on their young and athletic teacher who at the time was only 25. In fact it was even worse.
They knew I was not a "real" teacher. I had been sent there instead of doing my compulsory military service and because of my not-really-a-teacher status, they were much more daring in exposing their sexuality. Especially considering that most of their other teachers were old bitches in their fifties that were releasing their professional frustration on these cute chicks. That special day, I had spent 3 hours with a small group of these sexual bombs supervising them doing experiments.
It was spring and one of the first really hot days. Everybody was sweating in the overheated classroom. The girls were hot in every sense. Their tight tanks were sticking to their beautiful bodies and several of them were not wearing bras so that I could easily see the shape of their nipples under their shirts. They were always on my back asking for help and when I would get to their table, they would bend their body across the table to make sure I didn't miss the direct view of their developing breasts. At the end of the day, I was tired as always after a long day of teaching but this time they had really turned me on. I was eager to get back home and have fun with my girlfriend so that I could release the pressure.
In the taxi back home I was clearly fantasizing on what we would do but when I got there, there was only a note asking me to meet her at the bar of the Hilton hotel. In Istanbul, bars and restaurants are very cheap, and with my European salary we were going out almost every night.
What was unusual was the place. My girlfriend was American and really more of the casual type, wearing pants and tee-shirts and going to student bars to have fun. The Hilton was not really our usual spot even though we had gone there a couple of times for romantic evenings. They had this really classy/cozy bar/restaurant on the top floor with a beautiful view of Istanbul and the Bosphorus, deep leather seats and sexy waitresses.
I was kind of pissed to be there, because I was so horny and just wanted to be home. When I got there, there were only a few people, most of them business men. Sarah was there, sitting at the bar. But that was certainly not the casual Sarah I knew. She was dressed all in black. She had a very short and tight dress revealing her long slim legs. Her top was a sheer black leotard that I had given her. She was wearing a black and very sexy bra (another gift) that was pushing her already large breasts up.
But most of all, she was wearing make up with a very bright lipstick which I had never seen on her. Her hair was up and loose. She just looked perfectly hot and sexy. I was not surprised to see that she was not alone at the bar. A handsome Turkish man was sitting next to her and was clearly out of control. Most Turkish men have this belief that foreign women come to Turkey to have sex with a Turkish stud. And of all the women, American girls have the reputation of being the Queen of the Sluts. So the stud probably could not believe his chance. He had offered Sarah a Martini and was talking in her hear, his hand on her thigh. I knew that Sarah was already fairly drunk because she was just acting like a perfect bitch. Smiling and laughing and letting him touch her.