8th Grade Teacher

Mrs. H was the favorite teacher of all the kids. Especially the boys. She was the youngest, hottest, sexiest teacher in school. She’d be considered thick nowadays. Always wore dresses that showed her sexy legs and huge cleavage. Every boy thought naughty things about her. I was in 8th grade when I experienced her.

The first things were innocent enough. A little grabbing, tickling and some slight massaging. Then heavy massaging. I loved rubbing her shoulders and looking down her dress. It seemed she always unbuttoned the right buttons so I could get a good look. We started holding hands when we rode together on the bus. She’d always put her head on my shoulder too. I would put her hand on my lap when we held hands. Making sure she could feel my hard on. Hoping she would rub it. She just told me I was bad. She didn’t move her hand either. Which gave me hope.

Hope prevailed on a trip to the state fair. We spent all day together it seemed like. I couldn’t wait to get back on the bus with her. Unfortunately for her but fortunately for me she was underdressed that day. It was cold and she still wore her little dress and no jacket. It was freezing on the bus ride back. I used my jacket to cover her legs. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek for that. She held my hand and snuggled up to me. After a little while I asked if her legs were still cold. She grabs my hand and put it between her legs and says feel them. I began to rub her leg on instinct and she liked it. Said it felt warm. I kept doing it and slowly moved towards her pussy. She closed her legs and said she couldn’t. But then she slowly opened them again and let me rub her pussy through her panties. Just this once she whispered to me. She kissed me on my neck and held me tight as I slid her panties over and fingered her. We kissed on the lips when she got her hand in my pants. I came almost immediately when she grabbed my dick. She stroked it a few times before we stopped.

When we got back she stood up and directed everyone to leave. No one could see me rubbing her ass. We were the last ones to leave the bus. We embraced one last time that night. Kissed some more and pulled her tits out to rub them before I had to go. It was the night of my life. So far.