My Senior year in High School turned out to be much better than I had ever hoped. I was one of the older kids in my grade as I turned 18 during the summer before my Senior year. I have always had an attraction to older woman and this was before the term MILF was ever coined. I guess I was a MILF admirer. This is my story of two teachers I had my final year in school.
I had Miss Johnson for typing class. Miss Johnson was a petite lady who was 38 years old. She always wore a dress that showed off her slender legs. Two things I remember most about her. First was her pretty face. She had a cute narrow face with a small nose that turned up slightly. She had bright blue eyes that shined when she would smile. Her smile was that of a dental commercial as she had straight white teeth. Her lips were not thin or large. Right in the middle. I would look at her face and wonder how wonderful it would be to kiss her.
The second thing was her breasts. She had a very large chest for such a petite lady. But she dressed conservatively so she tried to hide this asset of her. She wore her hair shoulder length and seemed to never move as I could tell she used a lot of hair spray.
Since day one I stepped into her class I had a crush on her. Yet she came across as a bit of a prude and I figured this is why she never married. Yet many nights I lay in bed thinking of her while I stroked my hard cock.
Besides being distracted by Miss Johnson's looks I did seem to catch on quickly on typing. As we typed she would walk around the room checking on us. Occasionally she would put her slim hand on my shoulder and tell me how good I was doing. Her hand would linger just long enough for an 18 year old man to start to get hard. After she would move on I would look down and there was no doubt she had so how her touch had an effect on my cock.
Locker room talk the guys talked about the hot teachers. There was Ms. Clark the gym teacher, Mrs. Vaugn the business teacher and Ms. Green the other gym teacher. When I brought up Ms. Johnson the guys looked at me like I was from another planet.
I said, "Check her out. She looks like a got business woman."
The guys thought about it and said, "You're right. Plus she has a nice rack."
I kind of regretted bringing up her name as she was my secret crush. Then to hear the guys talk about her made me a bit jealous. I finished her class with an A as I got up to 45 words a minute with 3 or less mistakes. The last day of class Ms. Johnson asked for me to stay for a minute after class.
My hormones were racing. I couldn't imagine why she wanted me to stay. Of course I fantasized she was going to tell me how she always liked watch my big cock get hard, then attack me.
As it was she said, "Brian, you did very well in the class. I think you should take typing II. " "We use electric typewriters and you will be even faster."
I told her, "Thank you Ms. Johnson. I enjoyed your class. I will think about it."
That afternoon I went and talked to my counselor and had him take me out of Speech and put me in Typing II.
The next week I showed up at class a bit late and was met by a warm smile of Ms. Johnson. I was surprised when she gave me a hug and welcomed me to the class. I hugged her back and I could feel her firm breasts press against my chest. I could feel her back with my hands and I was surprised as she didn't feel skinny. More like she was a fit woman. Instantly I could feel myself getting hard.
I broke the hug before my bulge became obvious. As I turned to find my desk, I noticed I was the only male in the class.
I took my desk and did a few practice pages. This electric typewriters was new to me and I was making a lot of mistakes. At the end of the day we did one timed practice. I did 65 words a minute with 18 mistakes. The rest of the girls in my class were doing 90 words a minute. It seemed like smoke was coming out of their machines.
It was a Friday and my 4th day of class. I got up to 95 words a minute with 47 mistakes. I knew I was not cutting it. As much as I hated to, and no longer be able to see Ms. Johnson, I needed to drop the class. Maybe the speech teacher would be hot!
I went to my final class and kept weighing my options but I knew it was the right thing to do and to switch classes.
I went to Ms. Johnson's room and she was sitting at her desk going over the typing lessons. I poked my head in the door and said, "Ms. Johnson can I talk to you for a minute?"
She looked up and said, "Sure Brian, come on in. Close the door so we won't be disturbed." She got up and sat on the edge of her desk. She crossed her legs and again I noticed her nice slender legs that I was going to miss seeing.
I walked up to her and said, "Ms. Johnson, thank you for your encouragement, but I have to drop out of your class."
She said, "I am sorry to hear this Brian. I enjoy having you in my class. Is it because you are the only guy in the class? If so can move you to the other class where Tom is the only guy."
I told her, "No, it's because I suck at it. Did you see I had 47 mistakes!" "Plus, I talked to Tom. He is dropping out too."
She replied, "I understand. Thanks for trying."
She walked me to the door then stopped. She started to reach for the door handle then stopped and turned towards me. She said, "Brian, I always thought you were a kind young man. I am going to miss your sense of humor in my class."
She reached to give me a hug. I was almost shaking being nervous to hug her again as I knew what my reaction would be as my cock had a mind of its own.
She hugged me and I hugged her back. Again I felt her breasts press against my chest. I instantly could feel the blood pumping to my cock with each heartbeat. Her body felt warm and comfortable against me. I no longer cared if she caught me with an erection.
She put her head on my chest as we held each other in our arms. I started to think, this is weird, but I like it.
She looked up at me and said, "Okay, I should let you go." She stood on her tippy toes and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. Those lips, they felt soft as silk. By now my cock was fully hard and straining against my pants. I wanted to kiss her lips so badly. I went to return her kiss on her cheek. I whispered, "I will miss you too." But she moved slightly and I wound up kissing her on the neck.
She said, "Mmmm Brian that was a bit risky. But it felt good."
I pulled back and looked into those bright blue eyes and leaned in and kissed her lightly on her lips. She didn't pull back. She kissed me back. We gently kissed a few times. I could feel the room start to spin as I was intoxicated by her.
Our lips parted and our tongues found each other. I could hardly believe I was French kissing Ms. Johnson.
Ms. Johnson slid her hand down and started to squeeze my cock. I thought I was going to cum right there. I could feel my pants were already wet from precum. Her fingertips teased the tip of my cock as she felt my wet spot on my jeans.