I had a lot of whiskey in me and it was kicking in, making me feel completely uninhibited. My head was floating, yet totally attuned to the pleasure of my body. The veins in my cock were bulging. Nothing in the world mattered beyond what I was doing right now. What I was doing was driving my engorged, rock-hard cock into her ass.
Sister Mary Seraphina had bigger, rounder breasts than I'd imagined the many times I'd jerked off while thinking about her. Under all that black cloth, who could tell what her body was like? But she had a cute, turn-up nose and huge blue eyes. And a pouty lower lip that made me want to slide the head of my cock over it. How had I gotten to the point where I was finding out just how luscious those lips really are?
It was strange how we'd come across each other. I was walking down the street after work and there she was, walking towards me. She was wearing a heavy overcoat, above which her face floated, surrounded by the traditional black and white headpiece. Although I still often fantasized about her, I had not actually seen her in ten years. Yet her face is so lovely that I'd thought about her often, and thought what a waste it was that such a beautiful women had never known the pleasure of fucking. Back when she was my 8th grade teacher, she was a firm disciplinarian. I recall her slapping my hand with ruler when I didn't submit my homework. Perhaps that was the source of my BDSM tendencies. Sister Mary Seraphina was my wet dream standard of the perfect woman.
Now here she was, in the flesh. Although there were age wrinkles forming at her eyes, she was no less lovely now. My guess was that she was about twenty years older than me, so she was about forty-five years old.
"Sister," I called out.
"Edward, how good to see you," she said. She hadn't seen me since I was an adolescent, yet she recognized me right away. "It's been so long! You have to tell me how you've been. I see your sister sometimes and she tells me that you've become quite the big man at your job."
My cock jerked when she said "big man." A sense of shame overtook me. How could my cock respond like that? I was truly a wretched creature, depraved by my lustful fantasies.
"Here, Sister, let's go inside and sit down, if you have time." I wasn't thinking. I grabbed her shoulder. It was a cold Chicago February day and I didn't want her to stand in the cold. I was steering her into the nearest open restaurant. It was a pizza place.
"Yes, Eddie, I have time," she said. I would have looked pretty silly if she'd said anything else, because by this time we were inside. We took a table. I was tingling with nerves. Now that I'd gotten her to the table, what came next. It wasn't like I had experience taking nuns on dates! "Will you have a bite to eat, Sister?" I asked her.
"No, dear, I have to watch what I eat," she said. "And it's not so long since lunch."
The waiter came over for order. She said, "I'd like a hot toddy, but make it a double shot."
My eyes widened a little with surprise. She looked me in the eye and winked one eye at me. "For medicinal purposes," she said, with a slight grin.
"I'll have a double whiskey," I said. I caught her eye. "Also medicinal," I said. She laughed. That's when my cock began to stir again. I'm sure I had never heard her laugh when I was her student. She sounded girlish.
She didn't have another drink, but my next three drinks went by fast as we caught up on the intervening years. She'd been teaching year after year of 8th grade. I'd gone to college, graduated, and now I was making money. She seemed very happy that one of her former pupils had done so well.
After a bit, I proposed that it was time to go. Inwardly, I was thinking of going home and jerking off!
"Yes, Eddie, I really should get along," she said.
"I'll get you a cab," I told her.
"Oh, no, I'll just walk up to the next transit stop," she said. But I insisted that I'd pay for a cab, and after a bit of back and forth, she consented. Her big eyes looked into mine and she smiled. My cock stirred again, the way it did when I was on a date and was getting signals that we where headed for sex.
We went outside into the biting wind and I flagged a cab. "Which way?" I asked her. "North," she replied. "Me too! We can share the cab." We got in.
Despite the precum that was dripping from cock, I never imagined making a move on her. That would be so wrong! I'd just go home, slather lube on my fat rod, and jerk off.
So, as we settled in the back seat of the cab, imagine my shock as she put her hand high up on my thigh. "Eddie," she said, "I've often thought of you. I'm so glad to see you thriving this way." She squeezed her hand on my thigh.