I don't know why I'm this odd, but I don't seem to like the girls my age who are crazy about me, every time I masturbate I only think of mature women from about 35-55, those big boobs and beautiful meaty asses. There is only one thing important to me, she was sensual, so beautiful. She had the best attributes among residents in the school, Mrs. Sharifah. I lusted for her as much as anyone in this school would. I didn't think that a good looking, 18-year-old with a decent build could get anywhere near her, but I wanted her badly.
She had the biggest breasts and ass in the school compared with other teachers. When she walked on her high heels her breasts always seemed to be bouncing up and down and her ass swaying from left to right. She was also popular for ending words that ended with an 's' with the sound of a 't', "Yest" instead of a yes for example. It was odd but sexy, she always turned on the heat with her lusty voice. She was a goddess of sex, her style of dressing only boosted her beauty and sultriness despite her age, which was near 50, 49 perhaps. I couldn't stand it anymore, she was always with me, in my fantasies, even in my dreams. I needed her really badly, I wanted her, to unite with Mrs. Sharifah Ayub.
Then I thought that since she was an Arabic language teacher from Malaysia, I could take tuition from her in her house and have a decent chance of trying my luck. I picked a time that she was very happy to begin the talks, knowing that she is a hot tempered teacher, that's when they announced that the following week was a-week-long holiday. She was indeed in a cheery mood when I entered her room.
"Good morning, teacher. Sorry to bother you but, I would like to enquire if you are able to give a personal tuition class for me. I'm studying in 5B and my friends told me that you are an excellent teacher, so I would like to improve my Arabic language with your tutoring since it is a compulsory subject" I said.
"Tuition, eh?" she pondered for a moment. "How about the feesst?" she asked. Ohh, that was really sexy, I was already sweating and had a bulge in my pants by enjoying the view I had.
"That's your choice teacher, I'm willing to pay up to 80 dollars per month," I asked desperately.
"Alright, how about the day and time? Is uumm…Wednesday, 8 to 10pm, ok for you?" she asked.
"Not a problem," I answered.
After noting down her address, I left the room and hoped for the best things to come in the future.
At the first class I arrived early to check out the surroundings. It was a small cozy place, which didn't look like a home. It had 2 rooms and was a small terrace house, where one room was a bedroom and had a bed while the other just had a table, two chairs and a small whiteboard. I presumed that this was the place the tuition was going to be held. The living room was small and had a few couches, and there was also a small kitchen in the back.
"Is this a guest house?" I asked.
"Yest," she replied.
So, nobody would be in the house except the both of us, I thought smirking to myself. Firstly, my plan was to show her that I was great, charming and strong. So, at the first lessons, I did all my homework and asked proactive questions, to impress her. I also dressed to kill and let a few strands of hair down my forehead so that I was looking really sharp. I always kept my cool in front of her, until...
One day, my lucky stars smiled on me. She came up to my place to check up on my work while my left arm was down. As she came closer to correct some of my mistakes, my left hand enjoyed a brisk stroke of her magnificent butt. I was slowly sweating and became speechless.
I just ignored the contact and started asking some questions, evading from the topic but went home and didn't waste any time in masturbating. Spending almost two hours enjoying the whole session, constantly thinking of the close encounter. I was very grateful that I had that experience, but I didn't know what was in store for me.
As days went by, there was beginning to be a lot of eye contact between us and I couldn't control myself anymore. Then something great happened, when I went to ask a question, as she was explaining waving her arms here and there, her arm unknowingly stroked down my groin area which had an erect penis from watching her all day. She said, " Oh, I'm sorry," and I smiled at her and continued to look down her cleavage with my already full-erect penis which dripped pre-cum.
This time I couldn't stand it, I excused myself to the toilet and masturbated gleefully. It was a wonderful feeling when her hand grazed my manhood. I thought of the sweet pleasures and squirted into her bra, which was hanging in the toilet probably to wash. Her bra was a beautiful hint of what her breasts would look like and just taking deep breaths of her womanhood was so arousing. As I arrived on Wednesday, 6th of May, I was fully prepared to have sex with her, ready for all consequences. After about half an hour, I said I was going to go to the toilet. I went in and came back, scratching my head, as if I didn't know where the toilet was. " I can't find it, I must've forgot..." I said looking as cute and charming as a puppy. She then got up and came close to me and grabbed my hand, and guided me to the toilet. I was at full erection. "There it is, hey..." she said with a faint smile on her face.
I pissed hard and then washed my penis with soap to keep it nice and squeaky clean, I was ready for her. I came back sat down for a few minutes and went up to her, asking some questions. She was wearing green blouse and a matching purple silk shirt with gold designs and two buttons undone. Under the thin purple cloth, cupped by a lacy black bra, I could see her magnificent and marvelous breasts. I was going insane as I went closer to her. Now, I could practically hear her slow, sexy breathing, my penis was trying to pierce its way out of my pants.
As I approached her, the bulge on my pants grazed her shoulder. When she looked up at me, I quickly sat on her open lap and moved her scarf up a bit to give her a love bite. She has a habit of always wearing a scarf over her head, usually tying up a bun with her hair and concealing it all under her scarf. Even though she wore scarves, she could keep herself amazingly sexy. In fact, the scarves made her look younger and brought the sweet, sexy and lusty self out of her that everyone desired, I really wouldn't want it taken off at my sessions with her.
I licked at her neck and started kissing it rhythmically, holding up the scarf that matched her blouse color.