I found some old short stories written long time ago when I was a teenager for a Polish website that no longer exists. Even though these were my first attempts, I thought that maybe still they would make someone's time more pleasant, and at the same time be an interesting example of the evolution of my work.
The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.
English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.
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My name is Ralph and I would like to tell you a story that happened to me when I was still in the technical school. I was 18 then. A tall, slim boy with glasses and dark, short hair. I was a good student so the teachers were eager to sign me up for various contests. It was the same this time. There was to be a French language competition not far from my town. The problem was that in French I could only introduce myself. It is true that I had that A in my grade book, but the teacher put them in for practically nothing, so while sitting in class I heard:
"There is to be a French language competition next week, unfortunately the limit is the number of places, namely one. I chose Ralph from your class," said Mrs. Lydia Jones, because that was her name. "Do you agree?"
"Why not?" I thought. "At least I won't have to suffer during lessons at school."
"That's fine," I replied.
"Then it's settled. Come to my classroom tomorrow after school for 5 minutes. I'll give you some materials to prepare and we'll review something," the teacher said with a smile. "Let's get back to the lesson."
The next day dragged on endlessly, and when I thought that I still had to stay after classes, I didn't feel like sitting at school anymore, and thoughts of truancy were running through my head. But I persevered. After 8 hours, I went to the language classroom and went inside. The teacher was already waiting for me, sitting behind her desk.
Lydia was a woman of about 40, shorter than me by about 20 cm. She was a bit fatter, but not fat. You could say she was shapely, and her figure was terribly attractive. She had large breasts, one of the largest in the entire teaching staff of my school. She had a big ass too, but that gave her the charm of a mature woman. She had blond hair, or rather it was a color approaching white. She usually wore it tied back at the back of her head. She sometimes wore glasses with thick, black, rectangular frames on her nose. Also had distinct facial features. She wore casual clothes every day. Sports shoes, slightly tight jeans, a zip-up blouse or a tight sweater. She was aware of her charms, which is why she never buttoned her blouse all the way, leaving a large cleavage.
Today, however, I saw Mrs. Lydia in a completely different version, reserved for special occasions like important dinners or something. She was wearing a cream, loose blouse, slightly transparent. In addition, a tight, black skirt below the knees and black high heels with red bottoms. Thanks to the slight transparency of the blouse, I saw a black bra, so her panties were probably in that color too. Her hair was tied back again, glasses on her nose, and her lips were decorated with lipstick in an intense red color.
"Good thing you're here. I thought you wouldn't come," she said. "Sit down."
I sat down in the first row opposite her desk and we started studying. Just as I thought, it went terribly awkwardly. After about 15 minutes, I felt her leg on my leg. I thought it was a coincidence because there was no board between her and my desk, so more than once someone had nudged the teacher like that, but the touch didn't go away. I felt her leg in that high heels running over my calf. I looked at the teacher, but she seemed not to feel anything and she was still explaining some tenses. Since it was quite pleasant, I didn't pay her attention. After 5 minutes of trying to drill the future tense into my head, her leg was still rubbing against mine, but after a while her foot moved to the chair right next to my crotch. Mrs. Lydia continued studying as if nothing was happening, so I decided to take advantage of the situation. I moved closer, so that now my penis was touching the tip of her shoe. She began to gently knead it, and a delicate smile appeared on her face. After a moment, my penis stood up, which did not escape her attention.
"Do you like it, Ralphy?" she asked in a quiet, sensual voice.
"A lot," I replied without thinking.
"Maybe you could take care of me now?"
"Sure. What should I do?"
"Get under the desk. I'll tell you everything."
So I went under the desk. The view took my breath away. I had only seen it in porn movies before, and now I had it in front of me. Mrs. Lydia spread her legs and slightly pulled up her skirt. Just as I thought, she was wearing black, lace panties. She pulled them aside with two fingers, and her pussy saw the light of day. She had nice labia and a slightly hairy pubis.
