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When I was in high school in California, I had a "home room" teacher: an instructor whose room i
might visit for twenty minutes every day together with twenty five other kids within my class year.
There we might browse the school bulletin, plan our class schedules, and talk about our plans for
college. Her name was Janet, and she was our home room teacher for every four years.
Janet has also been my English teacher inside my freshman year. At the time I imagined that reading
great poets like William Blake and Carl Sandburg would be boring as all move out, but Janet were
able to spark my interest together with her passion. Indeed, these several years later I still
remember her classes with great fondness, although i might be biased.
Janet was about 5'5" tall, maybe 130 lbs. She was at her early 30s. She was pretty yet not
gorgeous, confident although not conceited. She had an athletic body with B-cup breasts, and a
ready smile.
She also enjoyed playing tennis, as did I. I got taken many years' worth of lessons as a child. We had
been referring to Wimbledon 1 day, and agreed that people would play together after school later
that week. Thus started a friendship that has been respectable in every method for those four years:
we saw each other every school day, and when per month or more we would get together and play
tennis. We maintained this ritual the whole way up to graduation.
There clearly was a tiny blip from the radar towards the end of high school. Once I decided to go to
my senior prom, Janet was one of the teachers who was there as a chaperon. She hadn't seen me yet,
so that as I walked behind her I squeezed her ass. She turned her head abruptly to see who it
actually was, and I had been glancing outside of the corner of my eye with a mischievous grin. I
desired to get caught. She smiled back, almost certainly thinking it had been a prank.
And even though I found myself in the prom using my girlfriend, I asked Janet to dance with me later
that evening. If there was clearly a line between propriety and temptation, then we had been flirting
along with it. We weren't grinding, but there clearly was significantly less than a hand's breadth of
separation between us. It absolutely was tantalizing: among those moments frozen over time where
in fact the tension was mutual and welcome. The dance finally ended, and that I gone back to my
girlfriend.
Next came graduation, and then I became off to one for the U.S. service academies. Once I came
home over Christmas break, I donned my uniform and headed up to my twelfth grade to strut my
stuff. I stopped by Janet's room, and she was floored. I became 5'10" tall, 160 lbs., and my uniform
was inspection-ready: pressed with razor creases, shoes polished until these were mirrors. We
exchanged pleasantries and compliments, and agreed to play tennis later that week. Janet gave me
her address.
A couple of days later, I picked her up at her condo. Every time we played tennis together, we played
hard. We had been both competitive, even if we had beenn't probably the most skilled players on the
courts. That day in late December was no exception. I wound up winning both sets narrowly, so we
were both soaked in sweat. I drove Janet back once again to her condo, where she invited me inside
for most lemonade. I gladly accepted.
We were within her kitchen, convinced that we would wish to go get something you should eat. Janet

said that she planned to get cleaned up first, and this she was going to go take a shower. She left me
into the kitchen, walked through her family room and into her bedroom, leaving the bedroom door
ajar.
Ajar. I noticed. That got my mind spinning.
As an 18 year-old male, i acquired all wound up thinking as to what which could mean. Should I
enter into her bedroom if the bathroom door has also been open? Can I join her within the shower?
Must I wait a little for her in her bed? Was just about it simply any sort of accident, and this also was
all just within my head? As I mulled these options over, the shower ran and ran. Finally, it stopped. I
knocked on the bedroom door. I heard her voice clearly through the bathroom inside; that door had
already been left slightly open. Damn!
"Yes?" she replied.
"I was wondering if I could grab a simple shower as well," I inquired. When we were going
somewhere, I then had a need to clean up too, right?
"Sure, come on in."
My heart was beating strongly. I pushed the entranceway ready to accept her bedroom, then walked
up to the bathroom door and pushed it open as well. Janet was wrapped in a white terry cloth
bathrobe, some of those short ones that can come to mid-thigh, along with a towel wrapped around
her head.
"Let me enable you to get your personal towel." She brushed past me, went through her bedroom
and that I presume off to a linen closet somewhere, returning with a towel. "Don't take a long time,"
she said. "I need to finish making preparations." She left the toilet, and I also closed the
entranceway behind her but left it a little bit ajar, as she had done.
Time dilated. I washed up quickly, and then stood there for a few moments letting the water run
over me, wondering if she was going to come in. My dick started to swell and got tingly through the
anticipation and also the water hitting it. She never was available in. Eventually I turned off the
water, dried off, right after which secured the towel around my waist. I opened the entranceway all
the way, and saw Janet sitting on the edge of her bed in her robe.
"Took you long enough!" she said with this ready smile. I smiled sheepishly back. I possibly couldn't
really claim that I have been waiting around for some company, can I? She walked up to me and
peered into the bathroom, leaning into me as she did so. This caused me to take one step back into
the restroom.
"The mirror is all fogged up," she observed. She grabbed a bath towel and started wiping the
condensation off the mirror. This action did a few things. First, it made the front of her bathrobe
open a little, allowing me to see several of her cleavage. My mind imagined that I could begin to see
the curve of her breast, but not at all any nipple. One other thing it did was cause her bathrobe to
ride up a tiny bit, so that i possibly could almost see her ass. The tight little ass that I got my free
ams grabbed half a year ago. My dick was swelling again.
I walked up close to her and asked, "may i help you with that?" I becamen't standing right next to
her, similar to behind her right shoulder. I became reaching for the hand towel with my right hand,
which meant my left hand was absolve to rest on the left hip, sliding down nonchalantly to ensure

my fingertips grazed her bare thigh below the bathrobe. I was looking inside her eyes through her
reflection in the mirror.
"Sure!" she smiled, letting go of the soft towel and turning out to be me. And here, dear friends, is
when Fate decided to intervene.
To this day, I cannot let you know if she pulled within my towel while she was turning, if her leg
bumped it somehow, or if perhaps it merely came loose of its own accord. Everything I can say is
that it did come loose. My right hand was holding the bath towel as much as the mirror, and my left
hand was reveling within the light touch of her ass because it turned, so there was no chance in my
situation to catch my towel because it fell.
With my hands at the least. The towel got hung up on my dick.
"Uh..." she said, trying not to ever laugh. Failing.
My reaction was different. My face felt enjoy it was 200 degrees. Plus, i did not think I was likely to
be able to find either of my hands towards the towel before it fell off I became only at half mast,
most likely therefore I did the second most basic thing: I pulled her closer to us to pin the towel
in between us. I happened to be looking straight into her eyes, which were still creased by her smile.
I quickly kissed her.
Soft. Tentative. Tongues tracing lips, flicking over teeth. Small kisses which started, ended, and
immediately started again. Bolder kisses, tongues exploring one another. Inhaling each others'
breaths. Someplace in there I dropped the soft towel.
My dick was getting harder, straining from the weight for the bath towel and her body near to mine.
Janet reached down and dropped the towel to the floor, allowing my cock to spring free. Pressed
against me together with her sex through the bathrobe. I pulled her in harder using my left hand,
and reached up to touch her face with my right hand. My fingertips got swept up beneath the towel
she had wrapped around her hair.
She stepped back to ensure she could reach up with all of her arms to undo it, and I seized the
chance to undo the belt on her robe. Dropping the towel, she then shrugged away from her robe and
we merged together again, skin on skin.
This was amazing. When I was in twelfth grade, undressing a girl took some time. Plenty of kissing,
slowly escalating, hands roaming, eventually removing a single little bit of clothing, and repeating
until (hopefully) we had been both naked. Here I became using this incredibly sexy woman, and now
we were naked together in what felt like seconds. Janet's areolae were small, but the nipples
themselves were like pencil erasers. She had a bikini wax along with her bush was trimmed, but it
might possibly be considered lush by today's standards; it had been more than a landing strip. Now
we had been grinding against one another. I needed to feel every inch of her, running my without
doubt her back, around her ass, finding its way back up her sides, over her ribs, feeling the sides of
her breasts before cupping them completely. Her hands were clasped behind my neck while we
kissed even more.
Eventually we broke free. She took me because of the hand and led us to her bed. Pushed me to
ensure that I sat down on the edge, leaning back and resting back at my elbows. She kneeled
between my legs, right after which let her hands travel up my abs, to my chest, right after which
back down again. Caressed my dick. Stroked it a couple of times, then leaned over and kissed the

tip. Swirled her tongue round the head, right after which took more of it into
http://gratisonlinesex.com/ her mouth. It had been the greatest blowjob I experienced ever received.
Let me let you know that I became a champ, that i possibly could keep myself from cumming by
sheer will. The stark reality is that I popped under two minutes. Janet kept sucking the whole time
and swallowed every thing, setting the bar pretty high for all of my lovers to come. She climbed
abreast of the bed close to me and snuggled in. We kissed even more. No, I really don't remember
tasting my cum on her breath, but in spite of this I wasn't weirded out by it. I needed to go back the
favor. I began kissing her neck, her chest, her breasts. Biting on her behalf nipples. Then sliding off
of the bed, kneeling between her legs as she had just completed for me. I started to lick her pussy,
with all the finesse that an 18 year-old can muster.
Which will ben't a whole lot, because it works out. Oh sure, I had read Penthouse Forum and learned
about drawing the alphabet using my tongue. I had shoved my tongue as much as I could inside of
my previous girlfriends. But really, I didn't know what worked. Janet guided me, and when again I
happened to be her eager student: make use of your tongue at the top. Alternate involving the tip of
your tongue and also the flat from it. Do circles. More circles. Suck a bit. Put a finger inside of me.
That's all. In a short time she let out a gasp, and that I felt her pussy clench my finger many times.
God, that was hot, and I was as hard as a diamond again.
I stood up, and Janet scooched abreast of the bed. I laid down in addition to her, and slid my cock
inside. She moaned appreciatively, her hips rising to meet mine with every thrust, her gasps and
cries urging me on. Sex with Janet was mind-bending. My previous girlfriends failed to move their
hips like she did, should they moved them after all. And most of that time period we had to be quiet
so we wouldn't wake anyone up. Here, Janet was a student in her very own home and might let
loose. This experience would fixate me on older women, a preference which remains even today.
Once again dear friends, i would ike to tell you that I was a gold medalist at Olympic Sportfucking
and that we went at it all day, but that wouldn't end up being the truth. After about five minutes, I
found myself prepared to cum again. The thing holding me back was fear: if I got a female pregnant,
I then could be kicked from the Academy. I asked Janet if she was regarding the pill, and she
responded that she couldn't have a baby. "i really want you to cum inside of me," she said. I had
already started before she finished that sentence, arching my back as if I experienced just
transitioned from plank to cobra (Bhujangasana) in yoga, and letting out a triumphant roar of my
very own.
We laid in each others' arms for some time afterwards, maybe snoozed for a bit. Then we got
cleaned up if you take a shower together. There, I learned about shower sex as Janet faced the
shower head and that I entered her from behind. She rubbed her clit to orgasm while I fucked her,
that was another first for my situation. A third pop wasn't in the cards, so we finished up, got
dressed, and lastly sought out for eating.
We met up a couple more times over that break, right after which again couple of years later. She
wasn't lying about being unable to have a baby: she never really had any children. Whether she
came to be this way or it actually was as a result of a medical procedure I still dont know. I
ended up marrying an adult woman I met in college, and were still together. Janet eventually
retired from teaching and moved away. We still stay in touch via Facebook.
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