The year was 2006, and I had just graduated from my high school in Bangkok, Thailand. I had decided to go out for a few drinks with my friends, when I bumped into my former Design Technology teacher, Ms. Michaela Gillespie. Ms. G. Was a forty-ish, red-headed English woman with prominent features, a curvy womanly figure and a fondness for wearing g-strings with see-through white trousers. She made a point of bending over the school workbenches to give all of us guys a good look at her beautiful buttocks, and down her shirt to reveal huge, slightly saggy breasts.
Across the bar Ms. Gillespie was wearing a white button-down shirt with a leather miniskirt and calf-length leather boots with heels. She had her ginger hair in a bun and looked flat-out gorgeous, like only a woman in her maturity can look. Ms. Gillespie was quite clearly drunk and so was I, so, paying no heed to common sense I decided to approach her. The conversation quickly progressed from the subject of my grades to 'what such a pretty lady was doing out all by herself', and we ordered more drinks. Ms. Gillespie seemed lonely, and I pointed out that technically, she was no longer my teacher. She didn't need much persuading, and by the end of the night I found myself in the back of a taxi with Ms. G on our way to her apartment, which was located only a ten-minute ride away. I couldnt believe my luck! Ms. Gillespie kissed me passionately, and placed my hand onto her thigh. As she spread her legs, I could smell sweat, wet pussy and a hint of piss wafting up from her crotch. My dick began to harden in my jeans. I ran my fingers up under her skirt and encountered a mass of bushy pubic hair which ran onto her thighs. Ms. G's breathing deepened, and she began to fondle my dick and balls through my pants.