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My English Teacher

By: indian_stallion



I was 18 years old at High School; I had an English Teacher called Mrs. Pooja. I would have guessed she was around 30 years old, about 5'5" tall, with short fashionably styled dark brown hair. She was pretty, and most of the guys had certainly commented on her at one time or another, but mainly because of her figure, and the way she moved when she walked. She was very curvy, thinking back about 38C or D, they always seemed to struggle to be confined in the tight tops she would wear. She had broad hips too for her height, maybe 36, and the combination of her ample breasts, and the tight pencil skirts she used to cram herself into, made a striking sight as she clicked down the hallways in her high heels. It may not sound like the sexiest thing in the world, but it made it difficult to concentrate in her class especially when she was writing on the blackboard.

I had been in her class for 2 years, and had been a fairly good student, but my grades began to drop. I had spent a great deal more time concentrating on girls and masturbating than on any homework assignments, although this wasn't the reason I gave to her of course when she held me back after school one evening to discuss my falling grades. As I remember I kind of nodded, and said 'Yes Miss' allot and 'I will try to improve Miss' all the stuff you think they want to here. I did spend a great deal of my time looking at her tits as she was talking to me, something that I am sure did not escape her attention. It was the first time I had been that close to her for a concerted period of time. I was sent off with not so much a scolding as a pep talk about how I had promise etc. and how she would always be there to help me if I needed it. 

A few weeks past and my grades were dropping off the scale and I had not always handed in work on time, and when I did, it was clearly rushed. She discussed this with my parents and it was decided that 2 nights a week after school I would go to her class, and stay for an extra hour and she would tutor me and get me back on track. To be honest I wasn't all that sad at the prospect, and the first couple of weeks weren't too bad although my workload increased dramatically. One day when I got there, she seemed distracted and decided we would shelve the written work, and we could discuss the book we had been reading as a class. She sat with me, and my nostrils were filled with the pungent, floral aroma of her perfume, which seemed stronger than usual. As she read a paragraph and asked me what I thought the author was trying to say, my eyes kept straying onto her chest and lower down the split at the side of her skirt, which was showing more of her shapely legs. At one point she had stopped reading and with a finger under my chin lifted my head up from the position it had been occupying looking at her chest and legs. I was embarrassed, and she could see this. She closed the book, and looked at me and told me it was perfectly normal to be interested in a woman's body but that wasn't going to help with my understanding of the book. She then got up and said that we would resume on Friday and sent me on my way.

I walked home, feeling weird. Embarrassed, and also kind of turned on by the gentle way she spoke to me, and couldn't wait till Friday.

Friday came and when I got there she was in the walk in book cupboard trying to stack some books on a higher shelf without much success, and after me watching her struggle at this for a while I took the books and helped her. Getting on a small step ladder, she handed me the books and I placed them on the top shelf. When I did look down however I had noticed that she had a fairly sheer white blouse on that button up the front, and in her struggle the top button had become undone, and I had a great view of the tops of her breasts held in by an ivory colored bra. She handed me the last of the books and I got down, and she followed my eyes to her open blouse. The reaction that happened next was not what I would have at all expected. As we stood in the cupboard, she didn't attempt to fix her top and instead asked if I had a girlfriend. I didn't. She then asked if I had ever seen a woman's breast before. I was stuttering and mentioned that I had in magazines. She asked where I got those magazines and I reluctantly admitted that my dad had some under his bed and she smiled. She then looked right at me intently and asked if I had masturbated whilst looking at these magazines. I felt my face redden and my heart beat a great deal faster. She put her hands and my face and lifted my head up to look into my eyes, and told me it was perfectly natural and that everyone did it.

I must have nodded and grunted that I had, and she reassured me that I need not feel embarrassed, still with her hands on my face, stroking it a little.

Without warning she took her hands away from my face and began to undo her blouse, and pulled it from her skirt where it was tucked in, and opened it. She then unclasped the front of her bra, and pulled her bra off. Taking my hands in her hands she guided them onto her breasts. They were smooth and heavy, with large round brown colored nipples that responded and became hard when she ran my hands over them. My heart was now beating very fast and I was astutely aware that my cock was now straining against my pants. 

'How do they feel?' she asked.

I couldn't answer I just looked at them and nodded. She then moved me around and sat on one the steps on the ladder I had used to stack the books and guided me closer to her. 

'Would you like to kiss them? She said softly.

She took moved my head into her left breast lifting it to meet my mouth.

'I want you to suck gently on my nipple'

I did and she pulled my head in tighter to her chest.

'That's it, now run your tongue in circles around it and then suck harder next time'

I did everything she said and for what seemed like 15 minutes did everything she asked. In between instructions she moaned and groaned gently, and I like and sucked each nipple. She then pulled my head away and began to yank up her skirt over her soft thighs so I could see her panties. They were the same ivory color as the bra. She then pulled them quickly down her thighs and off her ankles in one swift motion and quickly took my hand and leaning back open her legs and placed my hand over her pussy. The hair was trimmed closely and I could see her pink lips protruding. Taking my forefinger she ran it along her wet slit. It felt hot and I nearly came in my pants at the very thought of what was happening to me. She then widened her legs further and pushed my finger inside her, it was soft and warm and very wet, and she asked me if it felt nice. Mrs. Pooja then pulled me closer to her and started to undo my belt and the top button of my pants, never taking her eyes from mine. I felt the zip being pulled down and then a rush of air as she pulled them down to my thighs. My cock sprang free from my underwear as she lifted the band over the head and pulled them down too.

'Mmmmmmmm you have a nice thick cock, girls like a cock like yours.'

I don't think I had ever felt so hard and excited in all my life and shuddered slightly as her hand gripped the shaft and pulled the foreskin of my uncircumcised cock down. I thought I was going to cum and clearly so did she, and she looked at me and told me not yet. I felt her other hand on my balls, and she rolled them around in her hands. She then looked up at me and moved closer to my cock and I watched her run her tongue up the length of my shaft, until her mouth eventually engulfed the head and she started to suck. I could feel her tongue running around my cock in her mouth, and knew I was going to cum. I moaned with urgency that I was Cumming and she quickened the strokes of her hand as her bobbed up and down on my swollen cock. After a few seconds I stiffened and spurted the first jets of seamen into her mouth and she continued to bob up and down swallowing as she did until I had finished. 

My cock stayed hard however, and as she pulled her head away, she smiled.

'That's the advantage you young guys have ' she said, her hand still gripping my shaft.' Next time you wont cum so quickly'

She pulled me over to her as she sat on the step ladder, and opened her legs wider as I closed in. She leaned back as much as she could and lift her legs up and took my cock and moved in towards her pussy. I watched as with one hand she opened her pink lips and guided the head to her hole and pulled me into her. Her hands then moved onto my ass as she pulled me in tightly to her. I was in her as far as I could go, and she looked at me and told me how good I felt.

' Now pump your cock in and out of me' I began with her help to move in and out of her warm tight hole, listening intently to every instruction she gave, her hands still on my ass pulling me ever harder into her. 

'Faster' said gasped

I began to pump harder and faster'

Yes. Come on that's it make me cum, I want to cum'

In the next few stroke, I felt the muscles inside her tighten around my cock squeezing them hard, as she shook, and moaned that she was Cumming. The feeling of the muscles squeezing me was pulling me towards my second orgasm and I told her I was cumming and she told me to pump as fast as I could. I sprayed nearly as much again into her, with each jerk she moaned. 

When I pulled out of her I could see my cum running out of her and she took my head and kissed me hard on the lips. 

'Our secret right?'

'Yes.'

'Good'

That was the first of many lessons I was given and my grades did improve.

My English Teacher



This is a true story about the most special woman in my life. Some people may be offended by this material, or my think it belongs in another category, or just want to gripe about grammar or that I used the wrong tense in a sentence on page 3. Keep those comments to yourself and move on.  

However, if you would like to make a comment about the events in the story, or relate a tale about your experiences, I genuinely welcome your feedback and look forward to replying to you. Finally, all people participating in any sexual acts in this story were over the age of 18. Enjoy.

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As a high school sophomore I was definitely becoming aware of the other sex. There were many budding young girls to pique a young man's interest, but the person who really attracted my attention was my English Teacher, Mrs. Collins. As you will see she played a key role in my sexual development.

Simply put, Mrs. Collins was a very elegant woman. She always dressed in a striking manner and each day I looked forward to see what she was wearing. She never wore slacks, always a dress, suit or skirt and blouse, which was perfectly fine with me as her legs were slender, shapely, were always accentuated by high heels. Her dresses and skirts were usually snug fitting, nicely displaying her curvy rear, shapely hips and pert breasts, which stood out prominently. Her blouses, although not tight, would gap open enough to allow me glimpses of her lacey bra. She carried herself in a regal manner, showing she was proud to be a woman and her movements said she enjoyed displaying that fact. The sway of her hips is a memory forever etched in my mind's eye. I watched and enjoyed Mrs. Collins for a year and she became my feminine vision in many wet dreams. I never gave any thought about her age because she was so much more beautiful and sexy than any younger woman. Many years later I learned she was 51 at the time. She certainly looked much younger.

My junior year I attended a new high school that just opened closer to my home. On the first day I was very pleased to see Mrs. Collins was also teaching there. Seeing her in the hall I stopped and told her I was glad she was teaching at the new school, but added I was disappointed I was not in any of her classes. This meant I got to see her every day and continued to enjoy her elegant appearance. The new school was only a 15-minute walk from my house. While walking home one afternoon during the first week I heard a car horn and looked to see Mrs. Collins wave to me. This became a regular occurrence and I began thinking she must live in the area. One rainy morning while on the way to school I head the horn and Mrs. Collins pulled over to offer me a ride so I would not be soaked by the time I got to school. While chatting along the way she said, "I only live in the next block of your street and I'm more than happy to give you a ride to get you out of the nasty weather." 

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness," I responded as I enjoyed the view of her legs as she drove. I wanted to tell her how much I appreciated her as a woman, but thought better about blurting out such a thing as it could ruin the wonderful visions I enjoyed of her. We shared numerous rides throughout the year as she, "Looked out for my well being."

In February my dad passed away. I had barely arrived at school one morning when I was called to the Principal's Office where I was told my Dad was sick and the Doctor had called asking for me to come home right away. As the Principal gave me the news, Mrs. Collins was standing near by and heard the conversation. She immediately told the Principal she did not have a first period class and would be willing to give me a ride home as it was an icy cold day. We rode in silence as she sensed my worry and deep thoughts, but on arriving at the house, placed her hand softly on my arm and said if I needed any help or just wanted to talk, she was available. Thinking back, I'm sure the principal had told her my Dad had actually died in order to prepare her. I looked directly into her eyes for the first time and saw a very special woman and friend. I quietly said, "Thank you. I will."

The next month or so when we shared a ride, we rode in near silence as compared to before my Dad's death. Finally, one day Mrs. Collins asked how I was dealing with everything. When she did not get a meaningful response she shared some details of her life, telling me her husband had died suddenly at a young age. She went on to tell me how she coped with her loss and turned her life back in a positive direction. I told her I truly valued her words and finally began to open up to her in the ensuing weeks. One question kept nagging at me and finally I came out and asked her, "Why didn't you ever get married again? You are such a beautiful woman and a special person. I'm sure there are a lot of men who would love to make you their wife."

She told me that although she adjusted to the loss and had many friends, she never found a man that met her expectations and she was not going to settle for just any man. She had a large circle of friends and enjoyed a variety of activities and functions. One of her biggest joys was golf, which her husband had taught her. She felt continuing to play kept her in touch with his memory in a positive way.

After a pause she touched my arm and asked, "You said earlier I was beautiful woman. Do your really think so?"

At first, I had a terrible fear I had said something I shouldn't have, but looking into her eyes I could see she asked with genuine sincerity. Hoping the words would come to me I began speaking very slowly, "Y, y, yes."

She interrupted seeing I was having a hard time answering, "I'm sorry, I should not have asked you that. I didn't mean to embarrass you." As she spoke she squeezed my arm 

"That's OK," I responded, "I know you honestly care about me, which I truly appreciate. You are also very pretty and because you are so considerate that's why I think you are a beautiful woman."

"Well then I must say thank you very much for the lovely compliment. It is nice to know I can still turn a man's head, especially a young gentleman like you, Peter. I know that was a very difficult question for you to answer." As she replied, her chest swelled, emphasizing her beautiful breasts and for the first time I could make out the outline of her nipples poking out. She then put her hand on her chest and ran it down over her body seemingly to smooth her clothes, but actually the gesture emphasized her lovely feminine shape.

This conversation stuck in my mind. I sensed she really enjoyed my calling her a beautiful woman and wanted me to enjoy her body as she "showed" it off. I knew I didn't really give a good answer to her question, so I wrote the following note:  

Mrs. Collins,

 I know you felt you embarrassed me when you asked why I thought you are beautiful. Yes, for an, instant there was some embarrassment, but I know you did not ask the question intending to embarrass or upset me. You had an honest and sincere reason for asking. I owe you the same honesty and sincerity in response.

 What I find most beautiful about you is your caring heart. You have taken a genuine interest in me as a person and I feel I am better for that. You are a very attractive woman and quite frankly, I noticed that immediately when I was in your class last year. You exhibit a lot of pride in your appearance, have a trim figure and carry yourself with elegant dignity, unlike a lot of younger women and girls. Your clothes always flatter your figure, and coupled with your lovely eyes, beautiful hair and perfectly accented jewelry, complete a picture I can only describe as stunning.

 I hope this is a more complete answer to your question.

Sincerely,

Peter

It was a week until I had the opportunity to give Mrs. Collins the note during a ride home from school. As we arrived at my house, I gave it to her as I left saying, "I wrote something I would like you to read later when you have a chance."

She looked at me a bit quizzically, but took the note and smiled saying, "I'll be happy to."

The late spring weather was turning nice so our rides became less frequent, but she did rescue me from an afternoon shower one day. We shared our usual conversation and when we arrived at the house she reached into her purse and handed me an envelope. "I enjoyed your note and wanted to respond in kind." I was very pleased to see her pretty smile as she spoke. 

I accepted the note with a similar smile saying, "Thanks!" I tried not to run into the house, but I was very anxious to read her note.

Peter,

 I greatly appreciated your note and want to sincerely thank you for your very kind words. I was indeed worried I had offended you, but your note allayed my fears. I am pleased to know I have been a positive influence in your life and helped you through a rough time.

 I am also very pleased to know you find an older woman like me so attractive. I have often noticed how you look at me, and, thinking back, I recall your admiring looks when you were in my class. You are precisely correct in noting I do take pride in my appearance. I have always tried to keep my figure pleasing and I very much enjoy wearing stylish clothes. Being completely honest, I must say I enjoy receiving admiring looks from a man and have always tried to dress to encourage those looks, while still remaining elegant and lady-like. For me it is just part of being feminine, which I very much enjoy.

 I appreciate your admiring looks as it lets me know all the curves are in the right place. More importantly, thank you for being a special friend and allowing me to be the same to you.

Very sincerely,

Beatrice Collins

I re-read her note many times and kept it to this day. At the time I did not pick up on the innuendo, but looking back, she was sending me a message. My dreams became more vivid as I imagined what Ms. Collins would be like as a lover.

One rainy afternoon near the end of the school year Ms. Collins stopped to give me a another ride home. She asked about my plans for the summer. I told her I really hadn't thought about it, but more than likely I'd enjoy summer sports and swimming. She recalled, "That's right, you were on the swim team and swimming a lot over the summer will get you in better condition for next year." After a brief pause she asked, "Are you interested in earning some money over the summer?" 

I said, "Sure! What do you have in mind?" 

I need someone to take care of my yard and some other minor chores around my house. I always like to keep it in nice shape." Simultaneously she smoothed her blouse and skirt as if to remind me how nice she has kept her shape. I certainly did notice her shape as well as her smile. As I was getting out of the car she said, "If your Mom approves you could come by on Saturday and I'll show you what is needed."

At dinner I told my Mom Ms. Collins had asked me to do her yard work this summer. Mom was pleased to hear I had the opportunity to take on the responsibility of a job. To her that was more important than the money. I was just happy for the opportunity to see Ms. Collins regularly throughout the summer.

That evening I called Ms. Collins and told her, "My Mom said there is no problem with me doing your yard work. You said earlier I could come by Saturday, what time would be convenient for you?"

I detected a note of excitement in her voice as she responded, "Wonderful Peter. I have an appointment to get my hair done Saturday morning, but I should be home by 1 PM. Would that be OK for you?"

Trying not to sound too excited I said, "Perfect. I look forward to seeing you then."

I wanted to dress nicely, but the job was to care for her yard so wore a polo shirt and cargo shorts with my best pair of running shoes. As I walked the short block to her house, I tried to control my excitement.

With as much confidence as I could muster I rang the door bell. I heard the sound of her heels on the floor as she neared the door. The sound suddenly stopped and several seconds later continued approaching until she opened the door. With a big smile she said, "Please come in Peter, you are right on time. I'm already impressed."

I could not help but notice her appearance. Her ash blond hair was perfectly styled, having just been to the hairdresser, but her outfit was even more stunning. She wore a white silk blouse with a couple buttons open showing some of her cleavage, something I had never seen before. Below, a tight royal blue skirt with the hem about 8 inches above her knees and beautiful high heels. Quickly shaking myself out of my reverie, I said, "Good afternoon." In a concession to my thoughts of her appearance I continued, "I really like your hair, it is beautiful."

"Thank you Peter, I'm pleased you noticed. Continuing she said, "Come in so we can discuss this job. As she lead me into her home I noticed a full length mirror a short distance from the door and realized the brief silence I heard before she opened the door was because she was making a final check of her appearance. I felt honored that she wanted to look just right for me. She took a seat on the sofa, offering me a seat on the opposite end, the turned to face me and crossed her legs. Her tight skirt rode and allowed a wonderful view of her shapely thighs. She noticed my gaze and tried to pull her skirt down but did not have much luck as it was so tight. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, you are not used to seeing me dressed so casually.

I replied, "I understand, but it is nice to see a different facet of you." 

We got down to business as Ms. Collins detailed what she expected of me. It was nothing difficult, but she made it clear she expected the work to be completed on a regular basis as she would plan her schedule around it. We then went outside to tour the small yard so she could point out some special details. It was wonderful following her and watching her very feminine wiggle. As she stepped onto the grass in her high heels she started to lose her balance. I was close enough so I was able to reach her and prevent her from falling. She then grasped my arm with both hands and said, "Maybe I should hang on as we walk. Thank you for rescuing me." I enjoyed her hips rubbing against me.

Her yard was surrounded by a high, thick hedge, which made it very private. There was a lounge chair in an area between the back of her garage and the hedge, but the area still got plenty of sunlight. It looked like a very peaceful spot. Ms. Collins saw my interest and indicated she often sun bathed and read there as it was very serene. As she bent over to point out some flowers she wanted me to be careful around, I was treated to a lovely view of her full breasts and lacey bra. In another location I was standing behind her when she bent over at the waist which caused her tight skirt to ride way up and I could clearly see her stocking tops and creamy thighs. Standing up, she turned to me saying, "I think I have shown you everything, do you have any questions?"

"No Ma'am," I responded.

"Peter, while working here this summer I think we can be a little less formal. Please call me Bea or Beatrice. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes Ma'am…Bea," I said, catching myself.

"I can understand your being nervous, but I'm sure in no time you'll be fine with it. Now, let's go back in and discuss the financial arrangements."

Bea wiggled slightly and pushed her skirt back down, and gave me a knowing smile as I enjoyed the view. She again tightly held my arm and snuggled against me as we walked back to the house. She asked if she could get me a drink as she was getting one for herself. As I waited in the living room I looked around the room and noticed a large number of photographs. When she returned I said, "I love all the photos. I particularly like those," as I pointed to some fall mountain scenes. "Did you take them?"

"Yes, I did. I have always enjoyed photography and take a lot of photos when I travel. I actually have a small dark room in the basement and develop my own pictures." 

"They are beautiful. They allow your mind to wander and get lost in the scene."

"My, you have quite an eye for them." Seeing my enthusiasm she continued, "If you are interested in photography I would be willing to teach you more about it. Maybe you would discover a new hobby. I have also taken a number of photos of other subjects too. Let me know if you want to pursue it. I'd love to help you appreciate photography as an art form."

We returned to our business and Bea told me how much she would pay to start, and indicated she would consider a raise as my performance warranted. "Do we have a deal," she asked?

"We do," and agreed I would start the following Friday as school would be out. She thought by working on Friday's it would not ruin my weekends.

To seal our contract she leaned toward me to shake hands. This allowed me another view of her breasts. As she sat back she noticed my gaze and asked, "By your look, am I to assume you still think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes Ma…Beatrice, I certainly do. I hope you will not be upset if I also tell you your legs are very lovely."

"Not at all Peter. I always enjoy your compliments." As she said this she caressed her thighs and smiled. "I'm sure you'll see much more of them as I plan on playing a lot of golf this summer and I always wear short skirts for that. Have you ever played golf?"

"No, my Dad never had a membership at any of the country clubs."

As she walked me to the door she added, "Well, I'll have to take you sometime. I enjoy it because it is both relaxing and good exercise." With a big smile she said, "That's one thing that keeps my legs in shape."

Throughout the week visions of Bea in the outfit she wore Saturday filled my head and fueled my dreams. It certainly looked like I had a very enjoyable summer ahead of me. 

Friday I arrived right on time and rang the doorbell to tell Bea I was starting so I would not surprise her. She was dressed in only a short, light robe as she welcomed me and said it was alright to go ahead and explained she was getting ready for an appointment later. As always her breasts stood out prominently and she smiled, knowing I was enjoying them.

I was about half finished when she came out to offer me a cool drink. It was unseasonably hot for early summer so I had taken my shirt off to be comfortable and begin working on my tan. As she handed me the drink I noticed her looking at my chest. Somewhat embarrassed I said, "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind me working without a shirt on."

"That's not a problem. It is hot today and I'm sure you want to get a nice tan.

"Yes Ma'am, I mean Beatrice, that's the real reason."

"I thought so. Besides, I don't mind looking at a young man with a nice physique. You can do it anytime you are here," she said with her wonderful smile.

At the same time I was enjoying her beautiful physique which was nicely displayed in a light form fitting sleeveless knit top that clung to her tits and showed her thin lacey bra. Her tight skirt appeared to be part of a suit and of course she wore high heels. As much as I wanted to compliment her appearance, I thought it better not to say something I'd regret later and just enjoyed the view as we chatted. I thanked her for the drink and returned to my work.

As I was finishing putting the tools away Bea came out on the back porch and told me to just come in the kitchen when I had everything put up.

As I entered, she had already poured another drink for me and motioned for had me to sit at the table with her. She had arms folded on the table which pushed her breasts straight out toward me. A man would have to be blind to miss her nipples standing out. She indicated I had been there for four hours and handed me my first payment saying, "I watched you and was very impressed with how steadily and efficiently you worked. The yard looks just the way I like it. You have done a fine job."




My English Teacher



I said thank you, finished my drink and as I was leaving told her I was looking forward to next week. I was also looking forward to getting home quickly to enjoy the vision of her beautifully displayed breasts.

Over the next couple weeks the routine was much the same. I was enjoyed the work, my tan was already a dark brown, I was making money and of course, I enjoyed the sight of Bea in a wide variety of very attractive and sexy clothes. One Friday as Bea brought a drink out for me to take a break and we chatted, she brought up the subject of golf again saying, "Peter, are you interested in learning to play golf?"

"Sure."

"I have a tee time late tomorrow morning and if you'd like to come along with me you are more than welcome."

"Yes, I'd love to give it a try."

"Good. Why don't you meet me here at 9 AM and we'll leave about 9:30."

As always I was punctual arriving the next morning. Having only seen golf on TV, it was my only guide for what to wear. I chose a pair of dress shorts and white polo shirt. Opening the door Bea said, "Good morning. I'm sorry, but I just remembered I didn't tell you what to wear, but I see you have done just perfectly." Her clubs were standing by the door and she reached for one saying, "I guess I should give you a quick lesson on the proper grip and basics of the swing. We have some time, let's go out back." She took my arm and allowed me to lead her through the house and out into the back yard.

She quickly demonstrated the grip and swing then handed me the club saying, "It doesn't do a lot of good if I do this and you just watch." 

I did my best to duplicate her grip and enjoyed her touch as she made some fine adjustments. She then had me demonstrate my swing. After a few attempts she said, "That's not bad, but maybe we should try it together so I can better show you how to move." Standing very close behind me, she reached around and placed her hands over mine on the club. In this position her body was molded against mine from knee to shoulder. I tried to concentrate on her instructions, but with her firm tits pressing into my back it was not an easy task. She pushed her hips tightly against me to show me how to move during the swing. After several swings together, she moved in front of me to watch. I must have done well, because she excitedly said, "You're a natural. I can't believe you picked up on it with just those few swings. You really are quite the athlete."

I told her, "All I have to do is remember how your body felt molded against mine and my position is perfect."

She laughed and gave me a playful slap on the cheek saying, "There are a lot of things that can be learned that way," then gave me a light kiss on the cheek. "I guess we better get going."

We went back through the house and I picked up her clubs, put them in the trunk and opened the car door for Bea. "Why thank you. You are such a gentleman." As she got in I couldn't help but look at her wonderful legs. She saw my look and gave me a big smile said, "You sure know how to make a lady very happy. I have not had a man look at my legs like that in a long time and the fact it is you, makes it much more special. I hope you never stop."

The only response I could get out was, "My pleasure."

Arriving at the club, we went to the driving range to warm up and there we met the other two ladies in our foursome. They were very friendly and although both were younger than Bea and pretty in their own way, they were not in the same class at all.

As we finished our practice shots, Ms. Bea asked, "Everybody ready, our tee time is in 10 minutes."

"Yes ma'am," I responded, reverting to a more formal tone. After we all hit our first tee shots and were walking down the fairway she spoke quietly, "Thank you for being more formal while we are in public. You are very perceptive and it is nice that you did that."

When I said, "My pleasure Ma'am," It brought a pretty smile to her face.

Throughout the game Ms. Collins gave me additional tips and said I was improving on every hole. Of course I enjoyed watching Ms. Collins and she did not disappoint me, often seemingly posing to give me a view of her shapely body.

On the way back home I said, "Beatrice, I really enjoyed playing today, thank you for inviting me."

"You're welcome Peter. Would you like to play again?"

"I certainly would. You gave me some good pointers and showed me a lot.

Back at the house, I took her clubs out of the car and carried them in. As I said another thank you and started to leave Bea said, "No, I should thank you. I had a most enjoyable time" as she came close, squeezed my arm and again kissed my cheek.

Over the next month we played golf several more times. Upon returning home after one of the rounds Bea invited me in for a drink. As we chatted, I enjoyed looking at the beautiful lady in front of me, and she of course enjoyed the attention. She asked me, "Peter, I've been thinking. You have really taken to the game of golf quite well and I know you love swimming too. I have a proposal. I am going to give you a raise, but it will be in the form of adding you to my club membership. This would allow you to play golf and swim anytime. You have performed beyond my expectations, so consider this your raise."

I was overwhelmed and could only utter, "Thank you."

I was working at Bea's on what must have been the hottest day of the summer. I was wearing only jogging shorts, but still had to take frequent breaks and was grateful for the cold water she kept replenished on the back porch. During one break Bea came out the and immediately caught my full attention. She was wearing a very tiny bikini and sandals with a towel draped over her arm and carrying her tanning oil and said, "I'm going to get some sun."

"I've finished the area behind the garage so I won't interrupt you," I responded.

"Thank you Peter, but would you do a favor for me? Could you put oil on my back?

Trying not to be too eager, I simply said OK and followed her to the chair. She adjusted it in the sun and placed her towel on it. Sitting down she said, "I'll do my front first and then you can do the back."

I enjoyed the scantily clad beauty before me. I had had numerous dreams of her dressed in something like a bikini. I noticed her muscles were well toned and her skin was very smooth. But I could not help letting my eyes feast on her barely covered breasts. I was aware of the growing bulge in my shorts and tried to keep it from showing, or so I hoped.

Bea obviously enjoyed my gaze as she smiled the entire time. As she finished oiling her front she looked in my eyes and said, "See anything you like?" 

"Yes, you know I enjoy looking at you, why do you ask?"

She moved her gaze to the crotch of my shorts and smiled as she looked back in my eyes and said, "Did I cause that?"

I know I was beet red with embarrassment, but Beatrice always seemed to have the right words to put me at ease. She said, "I'm flattered you have thoughts of me like that. Don't be embarrassed, and by the way, I like to watch a man get excited." As she said that she reached to caress my leg as if she were trying to calm me down. I'm sure she knew it would have the exact opposite effect. She then handed me the oil and lay on her stomach saying, "Rub it in good and don't miss any spots." Just as I was about to start she reached back and untied the tiny string holding her top and pulled it away saying, "I don't want any lines in my tan."

Applying the oil, I enjoyed the smoothness of her skin and told her so, not passing up the opportunity to give her another compliment. As I started on one side she moved the material of her top slightly and reminded me not to miss any spots. I oiled the side of her breasts and enjoyed their firmness. She moaned softly as she said, "Your touch feels so good." As I moved to her legs she spread them apart and told me, "Make sure you get all the way up to my suit. As I did the inside of her legs it was virtually impossible not to let the back of my hand rub her barely covered pussy. "I like that," was all she said, but I did notice her hips were undulating slightly.

When I was finished with this special chore she said, "Thank you love," as I headed back to my yard work. As I was doing some trimming by hand I could see the Bea in the lounge chair. She appeared to be napping as she laid on her back, her barely covered tits pointing straight up in the air.

I was putting everything away as Bea headed into the house and called to me, "Come in when you're done, I'll have a cold drink ready for you."

She was sitting at the table with our drinks and motioned for me to sit next to her. As I sat, my gaze fell to her breasts. As I looked back up to her face she was smiling and her eyes sparkling, her skin, still glowing from the oil and sun. She took a slow sip of her water and spoke softly, "Peter, from your reaction earlier I take it you have never seen a woman's breasts before, have you?"

Not expecting such a direct approach I stuttered, "N, n, no ma'am. Not unless you count pictures in Playboy magazine."

"Peter, no need to get formal, if anything, I think we are actually getting closer. As for the pictures in the girly magazines, no, those don't count. I think those women are so phony and look hideous. I assure you what you are admiring is all quite natural. Actually, I usually like to sunbathe nude as I do not like to have any tan lines at all. Did you notice there were no tan lines on my breasts?"

"Yes, I noticed when I was putting the oil on you."

"You did a good job of that too. I would be less than honest if I didn't admit I was excited by your touch on my breasts and I'm sure you noticed my reaction when you oiled my inner thighs and touched between my legs. That is a very sensitive area, but we better leave that subject for another time. It looked like you were excited about applying the oil too," as she referred to the way my cock had hardened earlier.

This conversation was getting me excited again and Bea did not miss it. She reached over to caress my leg and said, "Darling, I'm pleased to know I excite you. I'm sorry I cannot do anything about it now, but someday I will help you with all those things you are feeling."

I had no reply and fortunately, she didn't expect one. We slowly sipped our drinks still admiring each other. When I finished I was getting ready to leave and I felt I should somehow let Bea know I understood. I leaned toward her and kissed her tenderly on the lips and said, "Thank you. I understand."

"Thank you Peter," she said as she leaned to kiss me back.

As I turned to leave Bea asked, "Remember you said you might be interested in portrait photography? Would you like to take some pictures of me? It would be a good start to see if you really enjoyed it." 

"Yes, I'd like that."

"Let me get the camera and tripod and we'll go out back for you to take some pictures of me in my bikini. With the oil on my skin it should make an interesting photo."

In the back yard and Bea showed me how to set up the camera and focused on the lounge chair. She explained how a photographer coached his subject into the poses he wanted, but this time she would just pose for me and then I could snap the picture. She went to the chair and adjusted her position for a few moments then said, "OK, shoot." Fortunately the camera was mounted on a tripod because the sight of her chest thrust out towards me was awesome. She followed with a pose on her hands and knees facing me so her lovely, almost completely exposed tits hung down, and then one with her rear facing me, looking back over her shoulder. Her expression in all the pictures could only be described as seductive.

The following week Bea handed me a large envelope along with my pay and said, "Here are the results of your photography last week. Enjoy."

I said thanks and headed home to do just that, enjoy. When I opened the package Bea had included a note with the pictures.

Dear Peter,

 Here are the pictures you took last week. I also enclosed several others I took myself. I think you will recognize the outfit as one I wore when teaching your class when you were giving me your first admiring glances. I hope you will enjoy these pictures of a "real" woman and won't have to look at those girly magazines anymore.

 I truly enjoyed posing for you and look forward to being able to do it again.

Sincerely,

Beatrice

P.S. Let me know if there is anything special you'd like me to wear or a particular pose you want to see me in.

Bea had enclosed three additional pictures of her wearing a tight yellow skirt, a white blouse with two buttons left open to show off her breasts which were held in a lacy push-up bra, and high heels. The outfit was similar to what see wore in school, but with a sensual twist. She wrote a caption on the back of each one. With her deep tan she was a stunning sight and her poses showed off her curvy profile. The first caption read, "I'm sure you're curious. My measurements are 34C-24-35. The second photo showed her seated on the sofa with the hem of her skirt well above her stocking tops and again showing off her breasts. The caption, "Hope you enjoy my legs as much as I enjoy showing them off for you." In the last picture she had opened a third button and her hand was at the fourth as if unbuttoning her blouse more. The caption read, "I get excited posing for you."

Bea was right. I didn't need Playboy anymore.

As I talked with Bea after doing her yard the last time that summer she said, "Thank you for being so responsible all season. You did a great job and I'd love to have you back next year." After a thoughtful pause she continued, "Actually, I could use some help over the winter too. I need someone to shovel my sidewalk and driveway when it snows and I'd love to have a young man as responsible as you to do it." 

"I'm happy I met your expectations and yes, I'd be more than willing to do the shoveling. After all, you put me on your club membership and I owe you a lot for that."

"I'll go ahead now and put you on my membership full time so you can enjoy the club all winter and start with the swim team right at the start of the summer. I can tell you benefited a lot from it. Your muscles really developed. By the way, there are a lot of activities at the club through the fall and winter I'm sure you'll also enjoy."

Our conversation continued for quite awhile as it was obvious neither one of use wanted our "Summer" to end. It had been exciting and enjoyable or both of us. But Bea also had some bad news for me. She told me she had accepted a promotion to become the Head of the English Department which meant she would spend the majority of her time in the office and visiting other schools. She noticed my sadness as I got ready to leave. She went to the door with me but before she opened it, she put her hands on my waist and pulled me tightly to her giving me a hug. She also pressed her body tightly against mine so I could enjoy her firm tits against my chest one more time.

As I left she called behind me, "I hope it snows soon."

We got our first snowfall in mid December. It started late on a Thursday and resulted in school being cancelled on Friday. I called Bea in the morning and asked if she wanted me to come over and do the shoveling. She was happy I remembered and said I could come over when ever I had time. I told her I had already finished the walk and driveway at my house and would be over shortly.

When I arrived I rang the bell to let her know I was there. As she opened the door I was shocked to see her in a pair of jeans and a sweater that came just to the waist of her jeans with a deep "V" neckline. She looked much younger than her years and there are many girls who do not have as attractive a figure as this lovely woman. Puzzled at my looked, she asked, "Peter is something wrong?"

"No. It's just that I have never seen you in a pair of slacks before, let alone blue jeans." I continued, "But they look wonderful on you." They were skin tight and hugged her every curve.

"Young man, you are still sweet as ever."

I told her I better get started and she cautioned me not to get too cold. She said she would call me in a while to come in for some hot chocolate. As I completed the sidewalks and opened the driveway to the street Bea called me to come in and warm up.

I went to the back porch to clean the snow off before I went in. Bea had two steaming mugs of delicious hot chocolate ready and was setting them on the table as I entered in my stocking feet. She had her back to me and I admired her shapely rear in the tight jeans. She looked over her shoulder and saw me checking her out.

"I see your admiring looks have not changed," as she smiled and sat down. It had been several months since we had really talked and there was a lot to catch up on. As we chatted I noticed a brochure from a local store on the table and to my surprise Bea's picture was on the cover. She saw me looking at it and said, "Yes, that is me. I do some modeling for the store when they need an older woman for some of their fashions."

"That's the outfit you had on one day when I came over to do your yard," I responded, recalling she had told me she was getting ready for an appointment later that day.

"You have a very good memory. The store sends me clothes for me to model for their advertisements when they need an older woman. I go and pose for a half hour or so, make a little extra money and the best part is they let me keep the outfits." She flipped a few pages to show me a couple other outfits and then turned to one in just a bra and panties as she added, "You see, even older women like sexy little under things too."

I felt myself blush so I said I better head back out and finish. As I headed out she asked. "Peter, when you finish the shoveling, would you mind bringing in some wood. I'd like to have a fire in the fireplace today. It makes the house so cozy."

"Sure thing, It is a perfect day for it. I should be finished in about 45 minutes to an hour, is that OK."

"That's fine Sweetie. I don't want you having to clear away frozen icy snow."

Back at work the sound of her saying "Sweetie" stuck in my mind along with the attractive pictures of her in the brochure. Her tone had a lot of intimacy as she said it. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour, so it felt like I completed the shoveling in no time. I went to the wood pile and carried enough for the day to the back porch, took off my boots and headed in with wood and kindling to start the fire.

Bea sat in a chair near the fireplace reading as I came in. Her eyes were filled with excitement as she looked up and said, "That didn't take long at all. You must have been inspired out there. I really appreciate you building the fire for me."

"My pleasure, when my Dad was still living we used to have a fire going quite often."

Bea sensed my emotion as I talked about my Dad and offered some consoling words, "Oh, I'm sorry to have brought those memories back like that."

I looked in her eyes and saw she was truly worried she had dredged up painful memories. I responded, "Actually, they were very pleasant memories. I'm happy they have come back. Our whole family enjoyed the fire together." Her eyes regained their wonderful sparkle as she realized I was fine. I continued, "See, once again you have helped me through a tough spot."

"Peter, I know what you mean about a fire and family time. Like you, I recall having a fire was when my husband was still living. We'd snuggle in front of the hearth on a blanket. So this will be very therapeutic for me too." As she finished speaking she stood and said she would be right back.

I finished building the fire and brought in more logs for later. As Bea returned the fire was crackling and looked beautiful. I then reached for my coat which I had placed over the back of a chair. Seeing me she asked, "Are you leaving? I brought a blanket so we could enjoy the fire together."




My English Teacher



"I finished clearing the snow, so I was going to leave so you can enjoy the fire and get back to your reading."

"I was hoping you would stay for awhile. We haven't talked in so long and I'd love to catch up on how you have been doing." After a pause she continued, "It's been so long since I have had the opportunity to snuggle in front of a fire." The look in her eyes was steamy.

I could not resist and joined her in front of the hearth and helped spread out the large blanket and pillows for our heads. Bea kicked off her heels as she stated, "Why don't you lay down first."

I did as she asked and she quickly joined me, lying on her side with one arm folded over my chest and her face above mine. I pulled the blanket over us and since there was no room for my arm at my side, I put it around Bea. I could feel her firm breasts against me. 

"That feels nice," she said. "Now tell me what has been going on in your life for the last few months."

For some strange reason I had anticipated a question like that so I had been thinking about how I might answer while I had been shoveling the snow. Fortunately, words did not fail me. I told her about my classes and teachers, of course she knew them all, and that I was getting all B's so she could not complain about my grades, but did say, "If you ever have any difficulty in any of your courses, I'm willing to help."

I continued by telling her about the swim team and again thanked her for making it possible to train so much last summer as it put me well ahead of everyone else on the team. As a result I was chosen as Captain. Bea responded, "Wow, That's great. I'm glad I could help and you should be able to go farther next summer. You know you could get a college scholarship if you continue to train like you did last summer. I'd love to see one of your meets, but I am just getting out of the office when you have them. Maybe I can watch you on the country club team next summer?

"I'd like that," I said. "It would give me extra incentive knowing you were there cheering especially for me."

"I'd love to cheer for you. And dare I say see you in that tiny swimsuit you wear. I bet it really shows off your muscles." As she said that she snuggled closer and smiled seductively. After a moment she added, "Actually, I was a cheerleader in school many years ago, but we didn't have a swim team so we only cheered at football and basketball games."

"I bet you were the most popular girl on the team."

"I don't know about that, but it was a lot of fun." She lowered her head to my chest and closed her eyes and I could tell she was reliving some memories from those days. As she did that I caressed her back and could feel her relax against me. 

After her pause she asked, "So tell me about the girls in your life," as she again looked into my eyes.

A little embarrassed I said, "Not much to tell there."

"Oh, I'm sure there has to be a girl or two interested in you or you interested in them. Come on, I don't bite. Tell me about them." She wiggled closer against me and had the look of sincere interest in her eyes.

There was no way out so slowly I started. "Well, there is a girl I have gone to the movies with a few times and we went on a hayride last fall."

"What's here name? Is she pretty? Where did you meet?"

"Uh, Darlene. We met in school last year. She's not beautiful, she has kind of a skin problem, but she has a nice body." As I made the comment about the body I thought I had made a mistake by giving too much information.

"Tell me about your dates at the movies?"

"What's to tell about a movie date?"

"What movies did you see? Sometimes two young people don't spend a lot of time watching the movie. They actually spend more time kissing and other stuff. Did you kiss Darlene?"

"Yes, I kissed her. The movie was kind of a love story so we actually did a lot of kissing and making out."

"Making out, that sounds serious."

"No, not serious, but it was fun."

"What did you do?" 

"You know, just making out."

"Peter, it has been a long time since I did anything like that and I'm sure we did things a little differently then. I just want to hear how you do things today."

I'm sure my face was red as I said, "Well, while we were kissing and making out, I put my hand on her chest."

"Oh my, is that all? That is certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. It is a perfectly natural thing to do." After a few seconds she said, "You said you went on a hay ride too. I haven't been on one in years. They were so much fun. Tell me about yours?"

I knew I was not going to be able to duck any of Bea's questions so I just told the story. "The ride was actually in a dump truck they filled up with hay. It was a very clear night and as we got farther away from town the brighter the stars seemed to shine. The starry sky made the evening romantic. We had all brought blankets and soon everybody was almost completely covered, kissing and making out. After kissing a while Darlene whispered to put me hand on her chest like I had done in the movies. I did as she asked and as we went back to kissing she got excited."

Bea put her finger to my lips to have me stop so she could ask a question. "Did you just put your hand on her chest or were you caressing her?"

"Uh, at first my hand just lay there, but our kissing got me excited so yes, I guess I was caressing too."

Bea's eyes were twinkling and she kept her finger on my lips getting ready to speak again. She whispered in my ear, "I would love to go on a hay ride again." A second later she added, "We're already wrapped up in a blanket. Imagine we are in that dump truck filled with hay and show me what you did?"

Surprised by her request I quietly asked, "Are you sure you want me to do that?"

"Peter, I would very much enjoy kissing and making out with you," and she leaned closer and kissed me. Her kiss was so soft and lingering. It was nothing like any girl I had ever kissed before. I had never experienced anything so fantastic in my life to date. When our lips parted and our eyes again met, I noticed her eyes were sparkling. I'm sure she saw a similar excitement in mine. Without a word our lips again joined, this time with much more passion and I felt Bea's lips part and her tongue began exploring my mouth and dancing with mine. She also put one hand behind my neck and caressed it as she held me closer. I don't recall how long our kiss lasted, but I had no desire for it to end.

"It has been a long time since I have been kissed like that. You are a very good kisser and your lips are so soft." As she finished speaking she just kept smiling and looking into my eyes. She was obviously very happy and comfortable. She adjusted her position alongside me and then pulled my head down and we began another kiss. As we were kissing, with her free hand she took my hand and placed it on her breasts.

Our kissing grew in intensity and soon I was gently caressing her breasts through her sweater and bra. Even through the layers of material I could feel her nipples hardening. Each time my fingers came close to her nipples she would moan, one time breaking our kiss only long enough to breathlessly whisper, "I love your touch. It is so exciting." We went right back to kissing and all I could do is moan in response.

We were both enjoying the experience tremendously. My caresses focused on her nipples and soon Bea was moving her hips and grinding her crotch against my leg. Suddenly she tensed then relaxed and moaned loader than before. She parted our kiss and out of breath said, "Yes, yes, yes!" After a few more moments she opened her eyes and spoke. "You know how wonderful you made me feel?"

"Uh, no, not exactly," I replied.

"Don't worry young man, some day I will show you." After another soft kiss she asked, "I guess you like my tits?" Seeing my quizzical look, having never heard a woman refer to her breasts as tits, she added, "Its OK to call them tits, it is exciting sometimes. Like now."

Following her lead I said, "Yes Beatrice, your tits are gorgeous. You're right they are so much more beautiful than the ones in any magazine."

"Your touch is so soft on them. Even though we got excited kissing, you were still gentle with them. But you drove me crazy the way you played with my nipples."

"I'm sorry, I di…"

Interrupting me she said, "Peter, no need to feel sorry. I meant your touch was so good you actually made me cum." Again, she saw my confused look and went on to explain she had an orgasm.

We continued to snuggle a while longer, and enjoyed our new bond. Bea began explaining, "Peter, what we just experienced is just a small part of what a man and woman can share, both physically and emotionally. My husband and I used to enjoy it so much and so often, that when he died there was a real void in my life." After a long delay she continued, "The way you held me, kissed me and touched me was so much like the way he treated me. Believe me, you have touched my soul and I so enjoyed it. I hope you will allow me the honor of showing you more."

So began my sexual education and I could not have asked for a better or more caring teacher.

Neither of us really wanted the moment to end, but we both knew, at least for the moment, it had to. I helped her fold the blanket and she walked me to the back door. Just before opening it she stopped me and gave me one more fantastic kiss, and whispered, "You are going to be a wonderful lover."

As I strolled home my mind raced, trying to process all that had happened. I knew I could not tell a sole because both Bea and I would get in big trouble, so I swore to myself to keep our "relationship" a secret. There was no denying I wanted to experience all the charms this wonderful woman had to offer.

Throughout the winter there were more snowstorms and keeping my promise of responsibility I always took care of Bea's sidewalks and driveway. We routinely shared hot chocolate and conversation, which grew more open as it became increasingly easy to talk with her about anything. One storm started just as I was walking to school and did not let up at all, so school closed early. Finally about 7 PM and 12-16 inches of snow later, it stopped. Since school was already cancelled the next day I headed out to at least start shoveling Ms. Collins's walk while the snow was still light and fluffy. I rang Bea's door bell to let her know I would be working. She was surprised to see me, but I explained it would be a lot easier this way. I assured her I would not overwork myself. As was always the case I could not help but admire her appearance. She had on those wonderful tight jeans and a cardigan sweater that did little to hide the fact she was not wearing a bra.

Bea knew I was enjoying the view and twirled in the doorway to allow me to see all of her. As she finished her spin she said, "Hurry back in and you can look some more," flashing her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes.

I had been working for only about 15 minutes when Bea came out all bundled up asking, "Would you like some company?"

"Sure, I'd love someone to talk to while I work."

"I see why you enjoy doing this at night. It is gorgeous out here. The lights and snow are beautiful. It is also very quiet, except for the sound of your shovel."

"That's exactly why I love it." I stopped shoveling so we could both enjoy the tranquil scene. I looked at her and could see her breath in the cold night air and said, "I hope you are not getting cold out here."

"No, I'm all bundled up, but from all the steam coming off you, you look like you could use some cooling down." Then she picked up a handful of fluffy snow and threw it at me.

"Want to have a snow fight, huh," I said as I reached to hurl a small handful of the white fluff at her.

We were laughing and enjoying the snow. As our laughing subsided I could not resist moving towed Bea to hold her. She had the same idea as she moved into my arms. We embraced tightly and kissed deeply. I moved my hands down to hold her rear and pulled her tightly against me.

She broke our kiss asking, "Are you admiring my butt again?"

Kissing her again, I responded, "mm hum."

She responded by kissing me more passionately and grinding her hips tighter against mine.

As much as I would have loved to continue, I did have work to do and slowly returned to my shoveling. Bea stayed with me and we talked while I worked. After about an hour I had finished the driveway and she said, "Let's go in a warm up."

I was chilly too so I followed her to the back porch. She sat on the bench by the door to take off her boots, but I stopped her and knelt to remove them for her. "What a gentleman. Thank You," she said with her sparkling smile.

I quickly removed my boots, then picked her up and carried her in so she would not get her feet wet. She loved the gesture and kissed me tenderly.

She began fixing hot chocolate and asked me to get a couple mugs from the cabinet. I set them on the counter next to the stove where she was stirring the warming milk and stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She leaned back into my arms as she enjoyed the embrace, but surprised me by moving my hands up to her breasts. After a few moments she said, "You admired my butt tonight so I thought you'd like to admire my tits some too."

"Your tits are so beautiful. I love the way your nipples get so hard."

"Peter, darling, they get like that just thinking of you." The hot chocolate was ready so she poured our two mugs and set them on the table, then turned to me and put her arms around my neck and leaned back. "Peter, I know you want more and believe me so do I, but…"

I placed my finger on her lips to interrupt her and said, "Bea, I have been thinking a lot about you lately too, and like you I do want more. But I know we could both get in a lot of trouble and neither of us can afford that. I have come to trust you completely and if, when, something more happens it will only be when the time is right. I'm sorry I interrupted you, but I understand completely."

Pressing herself against me as she had done earlier she replied. "You read my mind. No wonder I have come to trust you so much too. You have matured beyond your years. Yes, when the time is right, it will happen. In the mean time let's enjoy what we have," and she kissed me again.

I returned to my work and when I was done I came to the back door to say good night and enjoyed a final kiss. I told Bea I would be back in the morning to clear her driveway after the snow plows have been around. I returned home to clear the snow at my house and headed to bed and some wonderful dreams.

One day in January Bea called my house before I had returned from swim practice after school. She asked my Mom if I might be available to help her do some major reorganization and move furniture as she had purchased some new items and needed to make room. My Mom relayed her message when I got home and said she told Ms. Collins she had no problem with my working for her. Mom also said they chatted a few minutes and was very pleased to hear how responsible Ms. Collins thought I was. They agreed I would go to Ms. Collins's on Saturday at about 11 AM. My Mom said she understood there was much work to be done and it would probably be well after dark before I would be home.

When I arrived at Bea's I was surprised to she her quite dressed up. She was wearing the white blouse and yellow skirt she wore in the photos she gave me. She looked even more stunning in person than in the pictures. Maybe it was the seductive scent of her perfume filling my head along with the sight of her standing in front of me, but I was getting excited. "Hi, glad you could come over and help me out today," Bea said. She took my hand and led me into the living room saying, "Come sit down for a minute. I have something for you before we get started."

As she sat down I noticed Bea positioned herself as she had in her photo, making sure to show a lot of her legs. Her blouse already had a couple buttons open. She reached over to the end table and handed me a card. Opening it I was surprised she had found out it was my 18th birthday the previous week. It was a very nice card and she had written a personal note in it.

Peter,

 It is my sincerest wish for this to be your best birthday ever. Sorry this card and celebration are a little late but I'm sure it will be most memorable. Every young man looks forward to this event as it is a right of passage. Like you, I have also longed for this day and the chance to share it with you.

Love,

Beatrice

When I finished reading, Bea stood in front of me and took my hands, gently pulling me to my feet. She embraced me tightly and kissed me deeply, pressing her body against mine. In no time I could feel my cock stirring and knew she could feel it too. In moments she was purring, "Mmmmm, you are excited. That feels wonderful."

After a few minutes of kissing passionately, she leaned back and asked, "Are you ready to open your present?"

"Sure," I answered with a quiet excitement.

She took my hand and led me upstairs. She pulled up her tight skirt so she could climb the stairs, giving me a lovely view of her legs above her stockings and even her white lace panties. She led me to her bedroom and standing at the foot of her bed took my hands and placed them on her blouse and said, "It's time for you to really enjoy a woman. Start unwrapping."

I had been longing to enjoy this beautiful woman and did not need a second invitation as I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. I opened it to the waist of her skirt and pushed the material to the sides to enjoy her tits held in the lacey bra. Her bra had a front clasp with a large space between the lacey cups leaving her breasts very exposed. I could see her areole through the thin material and noted her nipples were already stiff, just as my cock was.

"Go ahead, enjoy them with your hands," she whispered and kissed me softly on the cheek. 

I started caressing her globes through the lace and felt her nipples growing even larger.

"See how excited your touch gets me?" 

"Yes, your nipples are very hard, and very large."

As I was admiring her tits she reached to feel my growing cock and said, "I see someone else is quite excited too."

"You have always had that effect on me."

"I know. I have seen the bulge in your pants many times. But today, you won't have to take care of it yourself. I will be more than happy to satisfy all your needs."

We embraced tightly, our hips grinding together so Bea could feel my erection against her pussy. While kissing I caressed her butt and unzipped her skirt so I could finish removing her blouse. I then returned to caressing her tits. 

After several minutes she pushed her tits together and said, "Darling, I know you want to see my tits, go ahead and unhook my bra."

By pushing her tits together she made it easy for me to release the front clasp. I couldn't help but gasp as the tiny garment fell away and I saw her tits in all their glory for the first time. Without a word I leaned down and began lightly kissing the soft smooth skin.

"Mmmmm, you sure know how to treat a lady's tits. If you keep that up I may just cum right here and now."

Hearing that, I continued my attentions on her tits, enjoying their fullness and firmness. Bea put her hands around my neck and held me tightly to her breasts to ensure I would not stop. "Yes, lover, kiss my tits. Suck my nipples. That feels so good. My pussy is flowing. If you are not careful you'll make me cum."

There was no way I was going to stop as I whispered, "That's exactly what I want you to do."

"I'm going to cum baby. Yes. Yes. See what your kissing my tits does to me?" She was shaking as her orgasm filled her body, but she did not want me to stop my attentions.




My English Teacher



Catching her breath, she pulled my head back to her lips and began passionately kissing me again, her tongue probing my mouth deeply. Finally breaking our kiss she said softly, "My husband used to drive me wild when he would suckle my tits. But you, young man, your touch was fantastic and you even made me cum. I am looking forward to more of your attention all over my body. Would you like that?"

"Bea, I have been dreaming of this day ever since I first had you as my teacher in 10th grade. Yes, I want to enjoy all of you and I know you will be a good teacher," I responded.

"After your performance on my tits, I don't know how much teaching I'll have to do, but, yes, I'll make sure you'll know how to please a woman when I'm done." After a pause she added, "But I don't think we'll be able to cover the entire subject in just one lesson and I have always thought that repetition is one of the best ways to learn.

I reached for her skirt and worked the tight material over her curvy hips. She helped me by wiggling her hips, a most attractive sight. But, even more attractive was the sight of her tiny lace bikini panties and garter belt. I took her hand and helped her step out of the skirt lying at her feet. As she did so she slowly twirled saying, "See anything else you like?"

"I love the lacey panties, stockings and heels. They make your legs look wonderful."

"Such a gentleman." Then I'll show you how to enjoy my legs and the treat between them. You do want to enjoy my pussy don't you?" Not waiting for my answer she continued, "But first let me get your shirt off so I can enjoy that beautiful muscular chest of yours. With my shirt off she moved close again and teased my nipples with hers. "Oh look how hard your nipples are getting." She was also grinding her panty covered pussy against my hard cock. Then she reached to get her first feel of my erection saying, "I think it is also time we get that big cock of yours out of those tight jeans."

She unzipped my jeans and was happy to see I was not wearing any underwear and said, "Wow, sexy, no underwear! I find that very exciting" My jeans around my ankles I stepped out of them and twirled for her in a similar manner as she had done for me as she admired my body. She said, "Peter, Your cock is gorgeous. It is bigger and thicker than I imagined," as she reached to again fondle my erection. "I just can't wait any longer to enjoy it."

She pushed me back on the bed and began kissing her way down over my chest and abs and soon I was enjoying the excitement of my cock in a woman's mouth for the first time. At the time all I could do was moan with the new pleasure I was experiencing. Her lips were so soft and her tongue was dancing over the head of my cock. All I could say was, "wow. Mmmm that feels so good." 

She took my entire length in her mouth and then pulled off briefly to flick her tongue over it's head and began urging me, "Go ahead baby, cum for me. Let me feel your beautiful cock shoot it's cum. Give it all to me. I want to drink all you hot juice." 

There was no way to hold back and in a matter of seconds I shot my load of cum deep into Bea's mouth. She kept her lips tightly around my erection as she avidly cleaned and enjoyed every drop of cum.

As she finished she looked up and smiled saying, "That was wonderful. Your cum tastes soooo good. I hope you have more for me to enjoy," as she still stroked my cock. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I have been dreaming about enjoying you like that for a very long time."

The sexy language from this usually dignified and regal lady along with her continued attention to my cock soon had me hard again. She noticed and said, "Youth is a wonderful thing as it takes no time to recover and get hard again." As she said that she moved up to snuggle close to me and we kissed passionately. I could taste my cum in her mouth as our tongues danced.

My cock was nestled between her legs and Bea was again moaning with enjoyment. "Are you ready to really experience a woman?"

I could only whisper my response, "Yes."

"I take that to mean that you want to fuck me now, but if that is what you want, you should saw so."

"Bea, I really want to fuck your wonderful pussy."

"That's better. Maybe you ought to take my panties off so you can see it first." She lifted her hips so I could remove the tiny garment over her high heels. She then spread her legs wide to give me a view of her neatly trimmed bush. "Like what you see young man? You'll have plenty of opportunity to enjoy and taste it later, but right now my pussy is very wet and I want that thick cock inside me."

She pushed me on my back and quickly straddled me. With her hands on my chest she positioned her wet pussy at the tip of my erection and slowly lowered herself down onto my hardness. She moaned, "Oh lover, that feels so good," as she looked into my eyes with dreamy, sparkling eyes.

I echoed her sentiments, "My cock feels so wonderful inside you."

Once she settled all the way down on my cock she began a slow grind making me slide in and out of her tight cunt. "Your cock is right on my clit continuously. Mmmmm, I could fuck you like this forever."

She was right. I would definitely enjoy doing this forever. However, her excitement was growing rapidly and soon Bea was bouncing up and down on my cock enjoying its full length as it went in and out of her. Her lovely tits were bouncy wildly and I reached up to cup them and enjoy the very hard nipples.

"Yes baby, do my tits, feel how hard you have made my nipples. I love your touch and it is even better with your cock in me"

I continued my attention on her nipples, tweaking the hard buds between my thumbs and forefingers. They were as big around as my pinky and a half inch long. "You must be excited your nipples are so big and very hard." 

Bea started feeling the initial throes of her orgasm. She again slowed her pace to and pushed hard against me ensuring my cock was against her clit and buried deeply inside her love hole. Her cunt tightened around my cock as she said, "Yessssss, make me cum all over you cock. I have waited so long for you to make me feel like this."

She collapsed in my arms and kissed me passionately, but soon rolled me over on top of her without losing her grip on my hardness saying, "Now let me feel your wonderful cum fill my pussy." 

I began to thrust in and out of her hot cunt. The harder I fucked her the more she encouraged me. I could feel my orgasm nearing as she continued, "I know you are close. Fuck me hard and fill me with your hot cum." Moments later I was doing just that and she pulled my hips tight against her and held me still while I shot my load. Suddenly, I felt her pussy tighten again, "That's it Peter, you made me cum again, It felt so good to feel you shoot all your lovely cum in me."

We collapsed in each other's arms as we enjoyed our mutual orgasm and began catching our breath.

Bea whispered, "You feel so good inside me. Did you enjoy that? Doesn't it feel lovely?"

I gazed into her eyes as I said, "I never imagined in my most vivid dreams how wonderful this would actually be. And yes, I had a lot of dreams of you like this."

As I spoke I felt her teasingly tighten her cunt muscles around my cock and she smiled, interrupting. "You don't have to wonder anymore and I will be more than happy to make your dreams a reality."

Finishing my thoughts, "Yes, I do like the feeling of being inside you, especially when you squeeze my cock like that."

Bea's hips pushed tightly against mine to holding my cock as tightly as possible while we continued to kiss deeply. When our kiss broke she asked, "Tell me about the dreams you had about me?"

"I always pictured you in lovely dresses, skirts, blouses and high heels and thought about you taking off your clothes, doing a blatant strip tease for me. That's why I enjoyed your photos because it gave me pictures to look at with my dreams."

"So as you were admiring me you were undressing me with your eyes? Were you doing that in class too?"

"Yes, I have to admit that I was dreaming about watching you take your clothes off. And yes, I would often dream about it in your class too."

Bea gave me a playful slap saying, "You should have been concentrating on your studies, not dreaming about undressing your teacher. I remember several times seeing you try to sneak out of class as if you were trying to hide something. I could only imagine your cock was hard and you were trying not to let me or any of the girls see it. Am I right?"

"Yes, you are right, there were times when I was so excited watching you I had a hard on right up to the bell. 

We snuggled a while longer and enjoyed the closeness until Bea suggested we take a quick shower and have a bit to eat. She got out of the bed and sensed my reluctance and said, "Its OK to join me in the shower, there is plenty of room and I'm sure it will be exciting," and grabbed my hand pulling me along with her.

She was right, showering together was exciting. She playfully soaped my body all over and enjoyed seeing my cock begin to rise again. I also soaped her body and made sure I attended to every spot. Her tits once again displayed hard nipples. We were both famished and quickly rinsed and dried each other off. Bea put on a short filmy robe and gave me a soft terrycloth robe and we headed down to the kitchen.

Bea's robe left little to my imagination and as she moved about the kitchen she made sure I saw plenty of her scantily clad body. With each move she showed off her charms and smile seductively as we also chatted, the conversation laced with sexual innuendo. As she reached up to get plates from a cabinet her tiny robe lifted up giving me a clear view of her butt. When she turned and saw me looking at her she said, "Admiring my ass again?"

I responded, "Absolutely, and I'll show you just how much a little later."

"I think the tent in your robe is already giving you away."

As we ate our banter continued. Bea was so relaxed and had a glow I had not seen previously so I commented, "Bea, you have a special glow. I have never seen you like this."

Laughing she replied, "Peter, A woman glows when she has been well fucked and I assure you, you fucked me wonderfully, but the way you held me after I came also gave me an emotional orgasm."

There was a long silence as we held hands across the table and stared dreamily into each others eyes. Bea finally broke the trance as she ran her bare foot up my leg and was soon caressing my cock. She also offered me a more open view of her lovely tits. Still holding my hand she stood up saying, "I think it is time for your next lesson," as she led me to the living room, "And, you can enjoy your dessert."

She sat on the edge of the sofa offering me a clear view of her neatly trimmed pussy. As she enticingly spread her legs wide apart she said, "I think it is time you to learn to pleasure a cunt orally. Come kiss my pussy."

I didn't need a second invitation as the sight of her moist, glistening lips was enough to attract me. I knelt between her thighs and began kissing my way up her smooth legs. I fought the urge to just dive-in wanting her to enjoy the pleasure as it built throughout her body.

"I love the slow approach," she cooed. She sensed I was finally nearing her treasure and said, "Here let me make it easier for you," as she slipped her fingers between her legs and opened her pink lips wide for me.

I could delay no longer and began gently kissing her wet cunt. As I did, my hands went to her tits and I began tweaking her hardening nipples.

"You sure know how to make a lady feel good all over. Your lips and kisses as so soft on my pussy." After a few more moments she began urging me. "Lover, go ahead and stick you tongue in me. Let me feel you lick my cunt and tease my clit."

Although I didn't rush to do as she asked, I was a gentleman and did as she desired. Bea's excitement grew rapidly and she began thrusting her hips against my tongue and face. To stay with her I had to move my hands under her round ass and hold her tight. As soon as I did she moved her hands to continue her own attention on her tits.

"Yes, yes, yes, I love it. Eat my pussy lover. You have me flowing like a river."

I kept working her pink folds and clit doing my best to get all her juices. However, it wasn't long and she was moaning and enjoying a very powerful orgasm.

"I'm cuming, your tongue is sensational. You know exactly how to work my clit. Don't stop, agh….. you are going to make me cum again….. Oh I love that. Keep fucking me with you tongue."

Bea's hips were humping madly as she enjoyed her orgasms. Finally, she began to relax and catch her breath, but it was obvious she was still very excited as I was licking the last of her nectar. "Baby, I need your cock in me again. I need you to fuck me with that gorgeous cock of yours." She pulled me from between her legs and had me sit on the sofa next to her and she nearly leaped on me as she straddled me with her back to me and quickly slid down my entire length. My hands immediately went to her tits as she began enjoying having my cock buried in her.

As she slowly fucked away, I whispered, "I love eating her hot pussy and savoring your flowing juices."

She adjusted her position slightly so she could turn and said, "Let me taste my cum in your mouth," as we began kissing deeply.

As our kiss broke she said, "Your cock is rubbing right on my clit, I love that. It feels so good. Keep fucking me slow just like that. I want to enjoy it as long as possible."

"Bea, I will always fuck you the way you like. I want you to bring you as much pleasure as possible."

"Oh, you are doing it just right."

We stayed in this position for quite awhile. We were both pacing ourselves and just wanted to enjoy the pleasure we were both feeling. Finally, Bea said, "OK baby, are you ready to give me a good hard fucking?"

"Anything for my hot lady."

"You are right about that. You have me so hot. Get on top of me and pound your beautiful prick in me." She lifted herself off my cock and quickly moved to the floor, placing my robe under her and spread her legs and arms wide to receive me and put her feet over my shoulders. "OK big man, fuck my hot cunt, make me cum, shoot your spunk in me and put my fire out with you big prick."

In no time I was thrusting hard into her steaming cunt. She had a big smile on her face as I pounded my cock into her tight pussy. I couldn't help asking, "You like to be fucked hard like this don't you?"

"Oh yes lover. I can't put into words how wonderful it feels. Your cock is so big and fills me up. You are hitting all the right places. Keep going baby, I'm almost there. Keep fucking me good and hard."

"I'm close too," I said as we met each others hard thrusts.

"Yes, I'm cuming. Fuck my cunt. Yes, yes."

"As her orgasm started the muscles of her cunt gripped my cock tightly and that was all I needed as my seed shot into her. I could feel the powerful burst splash of the walls of her tight pussy.

"Oh my, that feels good. Shoot your hot cum all the way deep inside my cunt. I love you hot juice filling me."

I don't know how long we had been fucking but we collapsed in each others arms, exhausted. Still joined together as one we snuggled closely and shared our thoughts of our new found closeness. Although we wanted to continue our closeness we both knew the day had to end. We shared another shower together, albeit this one was much shorter. Bea asked me to help her put on a comfortable short knit dress which I happily did, giving her a lot of special attention as I did. She only had me put her tiny panties on underneath and she was a lovely sight with her still hard nipples poking out and wearing her high heels. When she saw me admiring her tits, she said, "Something tells me my nipples will be hard and sticking out a lot more in the future. 

We sat in the kitchen quenching the thirst we had built up as Bea said, "It has been so long since I had such a wonderfully satisfying fucking as you gave me today. You are a very attentive student and a fast learner. I will certainly be looking forward to giving you more lessons. But…"

I interrupted her, "Bea, I assure you I will be silent and discreet. Today you showed me a new and very special side of you and I want to continue to enjoy it. I learned early on in our friendship, what happened between us, stayed between us."

"Peter, you are so sweet. I knew you would understand." 

Several weeks later on Friday evening my Mom called me into the living room and told me she had just learned her Sister was very ill and that she would need to go stay with her for at least a week and maybe two. She explained she couldn't leave me to stay home alone even though I was 18, so she had called Ms. Collins and she agreed to let me stay with her while My Mom was away. I protested, reminding my Mom I was 18 and I could handle the responsibility. However, I was careful not to protest too hard as the thought of staying with Bea for a couple weeks had me getting excited. Mom wouldn't give in to my protests (fortunately) and went on to tell me everything was arranged and I needed to go pack a suitcase as I was to go to Ms. Collins rather early the next morning. I did my best to present the picture of dutiful obedience.

I arrived at Bea's, suitcase and of course my school books in tow at 8:15. When she opened the door she was standing behind it looking around it and said to hurry in. She closed it quickly and turned to face me, allowing me to feast my eyes of an elegant woman in the sexiest negligee I had ever seen. Her tits were barely covered, nipples standing at attention and her legs sexily displayed by spike heels and a slit up the front of the gown.

With her seductive smile she said, "Welcome home lover," as she came to me and we embraced tightly and kissed deeply. After a long passionate kiss, she stepped back and smoothed the gown with her hands, which emphasized her feminine charms and then twirled slowly to take in her whole body and then asked, "What do you think?"

"Absolutely gorgeous and I love the spike heels, they make the whole outfit."

"I call them my Fuck Me heels. Are you going to oblige me?"

Without saying a word, I took her hand and led her to her bedroom. It was my turn to strip for her. As I did so I kept passionately looking into her steamy eyes. At first she walked completely around me taking in the view from all angles then moved to lean back against her dresser and watch. Finally, as I removed my jeans, she could not help but look at my growing cock. As she watched she began licking her lips and her hands moved to her breasts to tweak her nipples. A few moments later she pulled the material aside to bare her breasts to me and then one hand moved down inside the slit of the gown to caress her slit. Naked I moved to her and we began kissing deeply as my hands roamed over her entire body.

Moaning Bea urged me, "Peter, it has been so long since we fucked, take me right here, right now. With a couple quick movements my cock began slipped into her very wet, dripping pussy and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I began pumping her slowly.

I told her, "We have plenty of time, relax and enjoy it. After all we have all weekend alone and the next two weeks together."

Bea chuckled, "How did you know I cleared my schedule for the whole weekend when I found out you were coming?"

"As you said it has been a long time since you had been fucked, so I was sure you would want to get caught up."

"Oh I do baby, I do. I missed your cock so much. I can only do so much for myself. Fuck my cunt with your big cock lover."

Still buried in Bea's pussy, I picked her up and carried her to the soft bed and gently lowered her under me as we continued to grind together. Bea kept moaning and telling me how wonderful my cock felt inside her hot hole and how it kept rubbing her clit. As I felt her edging towed her climax I buried my cock all the way inside her and held it tightly as she furiously humped away on it. I felt her pussy tighten as she began to cum which drove me over the edge at the same time and I shot hard stream of hot cum into her.




My English Teacher



It was a physically and emotionally draining fuck and we collapsed in each other arms and drifted off to sleep, still joined tightly as one. We spent the weekend exploring each other completely. 

During the week we both knew our responsibilities were important and could not be ignored, so our sex was kept in perspective. We did not fuck everyday, but since we were sharing her bed, we did fall off to sleep a couple nights after enjoying a very satisfying fuck. I had plenty of opportunities to help dress Bea, always making sure every item fit just right. She quipped one morning as we headed out, "I just love heading to work with such a sexy tingly feeling all over."

I told her, "I know exactly what you mean, I feel the same way."

The next weekend was also filled with wonderful fucking, but the most exciting thing was when Bea suggested I get the camera and take some pictures of her. As I set up the camera, she went to dress. My jaw hit the floor when she entered the living room. She had a skin tight white satin blouse on that covered very little, and her tits were almost fully exposed, pushed up by a lacey bra. Her skirt was bright red, skin tight and only covered about a third of her shapely thighs. Her black stockings barely reached the hem of her skirt and the clips of her black garter belt were visible. She wore her "Fuck Me" heels to finish the outfit off. Her make up and jewelry were equally as hot.

"Is the photographer ready? How do you want me to pose?

"I'm ready baby. For this session, you are here for a job interview for a position as a special executive assistant. Keep that in mind as you move and pose and I'll coach you along. Let's start with you sitting on the couch in the waiting room.

Bea played the role wonderfully. She kept checking her appearance which meant adjusting her bra and tits to display them just right, hopelessly trying to keep the skirt pulled down, and checking her makeup. She was obviously excited and she could not help but tweak her nipples when she thought no one was looking.

When she was called in for the interview she moved in such a way to show off her assets as much as possible. During the "interview" she tried to discretely open a button or two on her blouse and ultimately bared a very hard nipple.

As we played out the scene, Bea agreed with the interviewer's assessment that she was hot enough to fuck and began her strip tease in earnest. When she had everything off except for the tiniest pair of panties I have ever seen, she came over to me and pulled me away from the camera and literally ripped my clothes off. She shoved me on the couch and stripped off her very wet panties and quickly straddled my cock and proceeded to fuck herself up and down my thick pole. Soon she was moaning in pleasure saying, "I love your hard prick up my cunt. Fuck me, fuck me hard lover. Give me your cum."

It was not long and we were both came, but our humping continued. Bea said, "I am so hot and I have another hole you have not enjoyed yet. Give me you beautiful cock up my ass."

Quickly she pulled off me and turned her back to me and again began slowly settling down on my erection, this time in her ass. Wow, was she ever tight. We were both so excited our orgasms followed quickly. "Thank you lover, I needed that. Did you enjoy my ass?

"You were so tight, yes it was wonderful."

"Don't be a stranger there then. I really enjoy having your cock there too."

And so went the couple weeks I lived at Bea's. As I was leaving to go back home, we kissed passionately at the door, but remained silent as neither of us could find the words to express our feelings.

Although I really enjoy the summer season the most, I was certainly hoping for snow on a regular basis so I could go clear the snow away at Bea's. We agreed, It didn't snow enough for our liking, but when it did, the work was completed quickly and we always managed time for some great sex. I always looked forward to seeing how sexily dressed Bea would be when I would ring her door bell to let her know I would be working.

As summer approached my work for Bea turned back to mowing and landscaping. Bea also arranged for me to caddy at the country club, allowing me to earn a lot more money and learn a lot more about golf. Bea always made sure I was her caddy when she played so we coud see each other more often. We made a good team on the golf course too. She was one of the best female players in the club and with me as her caddy, won the women's championship.

There was a formal dinner towards the end of the summer to honor the winners in each of the categories and Bea asked me to accompany her, but she confided she was having a hard time deciding what to wear and asked, if I would help her one day when I came to work on her yard.

Somewhat nervous I replied, "OK"

"Let me just run up stairs and get the two outfits I have narrowed the choice down to."

Bea returned carrying two dresses on hangars. One was a long sparkling purple gown and the other was a much shorter black dress. She described them briefly and then asked my opinion.

"Bea, I really can't give you an answer. They both look pretty to me on the hangars."

"You are exactly right. She paused a moment, then asked, "How about I put each one on for you and then maybe you can make a better recommendation. I'll be right back then."

In about 10 minutes Bea called down, "I'm ready, come to the bottom of the stairs."

I looked up the stairs to see her in the purple gown coming down as if making her grand entrance. The gown was form fitting and hugged her every curve. A slit up one leg all the way to her hip allowed generous flashes of her creamy thigh. The gown was very deeply cut in the front with built in cups pushing her barely covered breasts up. As she reached the last step she held her hand out and I took it as she reached the floor. She twirled around which showed me the gown was backless to just above the crack of her shapely ass. She looked me in the eye with a soft smile and asked, "What do you think?"

"It's gorgeous, you are gorgeous." After a pause I added, "It isn't too revealing for this type of event is it?

"I don't think it shows off too much, but you may be right. It would probably keep you excited all evening. Let me go try the other dress on for you," she said as she headed back up the stairs. Halfway up she stopped and turned, noticing I was watching her and asked, "It wasn't too revealing for you was it?

With all the confidence I could muster I said, "No not at all. You are a beautiful woman and I enjoy seeing your charming body in an outfit like that."

Laughing, Bea added, "You mean seeing a LOT of me in this gown. That's OK, I know you genuinely appreciate it." Yes, my shorts had a large tent in them, which Bea noticed with a warm smile.

It was not long and Bea called down and I again went to the stairs to greet her. She was wearing a little black cocktail dress. It was cut very short and showed off her legs. Although the dress had a button at the neck it had a keyhole opening allowing a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts and the soft chiffon material clung to her obviously braless tits. Reaching the bottom she again took my hand and twirled for me.

I was speechless, and was totally enjoying this feminine vision. "Well?" Bea asked, shaking me from my reverie.

"Yes, this is definitely the dress," I offered, then boldly continued, "It shows off your tits wonderfully, but in the dimly lit ballroom that should still be our secret. I would, however, recommend being very careful when you sit down."

"Thank you Peter. I love this dress because it is very feminine. It looks like it brings out the best in you too," she said, smiling and diverting her eyes to the now very large bulge in my shorts. She softly added, That's OK, I'm very flattered. She took my hand and led me back up the stairs to help her take the dress off. When she was naked, she said, Well, I'm standing here with noting on, and you are standing there with a very hard cock. Would you like me to make it go down?"

The night of the dinner I drove to pick Bea up. When I picked Bea up she looked absolutely stunning. I opened the car door for her and she carefully got it, flashing a lot of thigh, but being careful to remain very lady-like. 

The dinner was wonderful and we danced a few times, but had to be careful not get too carried away since we were in public. Bea looked absolutely regal as she accepted her trophy. Although we were having a good time we decided to leave not long after the presentations. Our desire for each other had been growing all evening and neither of us could wait much longer.

As we walked to the car in the darkness Bea hugged my arm and this time as I opened the door and she got in I was treated to a beautiful view of her legs and bare pussy. When I got in, Bea had already slid to the center to be close to me and had moved the material of her dress to fully expose both her lovely tits. Smiling she said, "I hope I won't distract you too much to drive."

I assured her, "Bea, I will concentrate on the road, so we can get home quickly so we can fuck. I know you need it."

"Yes, baby, I do need you in me."

I kept my word and got us home in record time. Inside we embraced in the center of the living room and kissed deeply, bodies molded together, our pent up passions finally allowed to surface. When we finally broke our kiss, Bea's hands when straight for my zipper and took my hard cock out. As she finished she said, "Sit down lover, I need you now. As I sat, she pulled her dress up around her hips and immediately straddled me, quickly taking my full length in her wet pussy. Her bare tits were right in front of my face and I began caring for them just as she always liked and she began humping my cock.

"It was so hard waiting for this. Give my hot cunt a good fucking and don't ever stop doing my tits and nipples like that. My pussy is always here for your pleasure."

After our initial orgasms, we moved to the bed and continued our mutual pleasure. Bea gave me another of her exquisite blow jobs and had me fuck her tits. She especially loved my cock touching her nipples. When I shot my cum she tried to catch it in her mouth and what she didn't she scooped up with her fingers and licked them clean. I can't tell you how long we fucked, but I was glad I told my Mom I would probably be getting home very late that night.

Mom had to go care for her sister again because she was having major surgery. She was to be gone six weeks. This time it was me saying I didn't want to upset her any more than she was so if she wanted me to stay with Ms. Collins again I would. She said thank you and called to make sure Ms. Collins was willing to do it again. I heard her telling Bea just how grateful she was as she hung up. The next day, there I was at Bea's door with my suitcase again.

Since it was summer we had a lot more free time and we enjoyed it to the fullest. Yes we spent a lot of time fucking all over the house, but we also went on picnics and ended up skinny dipping and made love on our blanket on the shore of the pond as the sun went down.

Summer was nearly over and I had been accepted and received a swimming scholarship at a college about 5 hours drive from home. Bea went with me to the three-day orientation. During the day she played the role of the parent, but at night we were lovers again. The last night our love making was fantastic. However, Bea was very quiet until I pushed her to share her thoughts. She confided she had become so pleased with our relationship and was going to miss me dearly after I headed to school. She continued explaining she knew I would I would find a nice young girl at school and that I would certainly fuck her. She hoped I found a girl who would be able to provide me the same satisfaction.

I told her I appreciated her understanding and told her she was the best teacher a young man could ever ask for, but I also said I planned to see her whenever I came home too.

Bea thanked me and said I was very considerate. She explained it was going to be very difficult for her to go "Cold Turkey" without me around to fulfill her needs, but that she would happily try to make up for any lost time during my visits home.

And so it went throughout my four years at college. Our brief visits were filled with nearly non-stop sex and Bea even drove out to visit me over several long weekends when she really needed to be fucked.

Unfortunately, she had to find someone else to shovel the snow for her, but when I returned home each summer I still took care of her yard and caddied at the club. Actually, Bea won the Ladies championship again the next year. This time she wore the purple gown to the celebration and of course we had our own celebration afterward.

I will never forget Bea as long as I live and how she made me a man women love to fuck. She taught me how to please a woman, and in doing so, I was always been richly rewarded for my efforts in return.