Amar walked to his room in his swim trunks and wash towel. It was clear to the eighteen year old, that he was tired after twenty laps. His lungs were afire. He had skipped the shower at the pool and instead headed to his room where he wanted privacy.
Teacher would not be there at this time. He was sharing a room with Teacher because the resort was over booked. It had been Teacher's idea to hold the swimming championship in the resort. The boys and girls had whooped and cheered.
Using his set of keys he opened the door to the room. The room had two separate beds - one for him and one for Teacher.
It should have raised a lot of eyebrows, when Teacher had agreed to share a room with Amar, due to the overbooking at the resort - Teacher was married with two kids- it didn't because Teacher was also the first Indian to clinch an Olympic bronze in free-style. She was someone outspoken, a force to be reckoned with. And as it goes with all such people she had her share of eccentricities. She could have shared a room with any of the girls, but Teacher being Teacher had chosen him. Some thought the Teacher slightly mad, though none who loved their lives would dare say it to her face.
Amar was the star of the swim team and the lanky eighteen year old winced as he stared at her bed. Neatly ordered with not a hair out of place, her suitcase neatly situated at the base of the bed. Amar glanced at his own bed which looked like a tornado had had it's way with it.
He blushed as he stared at Teacher's bed. He had already been teased like crazy for sharing a room with her.
Teacher Teacher Amar eater...
The boys had not been kind. Amar had always been her favorite and so she had been the hardest on him. Yet his friends did not see it that way. He blushed as he thought about Teacher, an image forming in his head, Teacher climbing out of the pool, the sun glistening on her pale skin, water clinging to her smooth toned body, every inch of her glorious, the most lovely secrets left untold, hidden from wanting eyes.
Beyond that the image faded. Teacher always wore a modest swimsuit that covered her body except for her legs. Amar had spent countless nights imagining what teacher actually looked like beneath that wet suit. He felt his cock twitch with pleasure and he found himself blushing. He should not think of his Teacher like that! Or so he berated himself.
But...Teacher would sleep right there next to him at night...
He groaned as he felt himself stir further. He would have to relieve himself soon, before Teacher got back.
He decided to clean up his bed first. That woman would kill the untidy if the law permitted it. But he would take his shower first. He had outdone everyone one in free-style and he deserved his shower.
Smirking happily, nodding at his burgeoning erection, and dressed in nothing but his swim trunks he opened the door to the bathroom.
His smile froze on his face.
Teacher stood there before him, under the shower. She blinked at him, "Amar I thought you would come here much later..."
Amar did not respond. He couldn't have if his life depended on it.
Teacher was completely naked.
Her five foot seven frame was on open display. Her hair was plastered to her lovely face, done up in a pony-tail. Her elvin nose was turned up haughtily and her luscious lips were framed in an 'o' of surprise.
The shower was still on but turned very, very low, which was why Amar had not heard anything in the first place. She stood frozen in place; streams of water pouring off her like some ancient erotic sculpture.
Amar was hypnotized, his mouth dry, as he watched sparkling drops of water cascade down Teacher's swan like neck, clinging to her arched breasts, the large brown areolas and puffy nipples glistening with wet. Teacher was a mother and thirty-four years old, but her mature breasts defied age and convention standing firm, ripe, curvaceous and ever inviting. Amar's body started to respond and he felt a shiver move up his spine.
Still entranced, Amar followed the path of the diamond droplets as they made their gently way down, between the crevices of her twin fleshy mounds of perfection, down to her smooth blemish-less belly, the softness of which he could almost taste. Pools of water collected in a puddle in her deep ivory belly-button, before seeping down, in no particular hurry to the luxurious,sopping mound of her pubic hair. He felt a hardness forming in his trunks, and he knew he had never been that hard before in his life.
Streaming rivulets hurried past her pale exposed legs collecting around her feet.
Her milky dripping thighs were crossed, so he could not witness her most desired treasure...and that only served to turn him on even more...
He became so hard it hurt.
It certainly did not help Amar that he was already sexually aroused when he had entered the bathroom. His erection was further reinforced when the very woman who he had just fantasized about was standing without a stitch of cloth, wet underneath the shower.
Teacher's eyes went down slowly to his erection. She watched with an intensity that frightened him.
Amar yelped and bolted. He run panting and puffing to the door. He wrestled with the door like one possessed and was almost out when-
"Amar! Close that door and get back in here. RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
Teacher's voice hit him like a thunderclap. It was the voice she used during training and Amar found his muscles react involuntarily. He was stunned as his own limbs carried him back, harried, into the room.
Teacher was now outside the bathroom, still very hot, very wet and naked and looking very angry.
"I am sorry Teacher!" Amar squeaked, his teeth chattering due to muddy mixture of fear, excitement and shame. He closed his eyes tightly, to not further offend his elder's modesty.
"Open your eyes Amar!" Teacher snapped.
Amar condescended by opening one eye, but found that Teacher was still unclothed. "I am sorry," he squealed closing his eyes again. He heard wet squelchy footsteps approach him.
SMACK!
Amar reeled as one of the strongest slaps he had ever received rocked his jaw and almost threw him off his feet. His eyes opened reflexively.
"What are you sorry for?" Teacher growled. She crossed her arms angrily, crushing her size thirty-four D breasts and making them pop out.
"I...I am sorry I saw you naked," Amar stammered. He winced as Teacher stepped up to him again, expecting another hard slap.
Teacher arched her well done, pencil thin brow. "Are you really?" she asked, a small quirky smile spreading across her full thick lips. "In my experience people who have an erection your size have nothing to be sorry about," With her eyes never leaving Amar's face, Teacher gently plopped her self on the bed, crossing and uncrossing her legs, sensuously flicking beads of water heedlessly onto the floor and bed.
Amar caught a flash of what lay nestled between her thighs and almost instantaneously felt a strong hot surge of blood being pumped into his already rock hard penis.
Never missing a trick, Teachers eyes flickered over to Amar's groin, where his straining penis throbbed against the restraining swim wear. She tossed her ponytail and stood up, still hiding her groin from view, but exposing the rest of her.
"Do you like my body Amar?" She cooed. She shook herself like a cat flinging drops of water on to Amar's torso. "Do you?"
"I..." Amar began clearly at a loss for words. What was Teacher doing? She was married with kids. This had to be some trick, some test. She was fond of those. He had to tread very very carefully with someone like Teacher. Very carefully.
"So Amar you don't like the way I look?" She asked, pouting her lips, actually sounding hurt. She put her hands on her buttocks and thrust her hips and crotch towards her young student.
When Amar did not reply, Teacher glanced at him quizzically. "Is it because of that girl Akansha?"
Amar immediately felt himself become stiff. So Teacher knew about Akansha. Best not to deny it. He nodded meekly.
"Now listen to me very carefully Amar. I can help you but you have to be honest with me," Teacher said sternly, "if you speak the truth, I shall deign to help you, but if you lie," Teacher's eyes flashed, "the consequences will be dire!"
Amar swallowed hard. Teacher was not one to throw an empty threat. He nodded again.
"You're a virgin are you not?"
"Yes..." Amar stammered.
"Oh there's nothing wrong with that," she replied with a gleam in her eye. She had known he was a virgin, but she enjoyed making him say it. It tickled her in a secret place.
