Study Toor With Favorite Teacher

I was in my 12th grade, and our school had planned a four-day excursion to Bangalore, Mysore, and Ooty. I had registered for the tour, but I was always the quiet one among my peers. When the trip began, the other students started enjoying and dancing, but I preferred to sit alone, watching the outside view. There were two male teachers and two female teachers with us, one of whom was Mini Ma’am, a divorced woman in her early 30s who was known for her good looks and hot figure.

Mini Ma’am was sitting alone at the front seat, and she called me over, asking why I wasn't joining in the fun. I told her that I preferred to watch the outside view and that I was good in academics, which she appreciated. She asked me to sit with her since she was also alone. We sat at the first seat, and she started talking to me about her family and other personal matters. Her salwar kameez showed off her curves clearly, and sometimes, I felt ignited just by touching her bare hands. She offered me snacks and engaged in friendly conversation.

Unfortunately, our bus broke down, causing a five-hour delay to reach Ooty. Everyone fell asleep, and it got a bit cold. Mini Ma’am took out a blanket, and we both snuggled under it. The warmth inside the blanket made me feel crazy. I gathered the courage to touch her finger, and when she didn't react, I moved my hand to her belly and then to her boobs. She was sleeping, and my hand wandered all over her boobs and thighs.

I pulled out my dick and started masturbating inside the blanket. Suddenly, I felt her hand wrap around my dick. I was shocked, but she placed her finger on my lips, indicating for me to be quiet. She started jerking me off, and I, in turn, pressed her boobs and inserted my hand inside her pants, fingering her. She loosened her pants, and I inserted my fingers into her wet pussy. She had her orgasm, and I cummed on the blanket.

Later that night, after everyone had fallen asleep, Mini Ma’am asked me to come to her room. She had booked a single room for herself. As I entered her room, she locked the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere. She was wearing a short nightie that revealed her curves, and I could see her hard nipples through the thin fabric.

She came close to me, her eyes filled with desire. "I've been wanting this for a long time," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. She started kissing me, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel her hands roaming over my body, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off. She then moved to my pants, unzipping them and pushing them down, along with my boxers. My dick sprang free, hard and erect.

She pushed me gently onto the bed, her hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body. She took my dick into her mouth, sucking and licking it deeply. I could feel the pleasure building in my balls, the sensation of her mouth driving me wild. She stopped suddenly, her eyes meeting mine. "I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

She straddled me, her hand guiding my dick to her entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto me, her pussy stretching to accommodate my size. I could feel her wetness coating my dick as she began to ride me, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she kissed me deeply. I could feel her nipples hardening against my skin, the sensation driving me wild.

I reached up, my hands gripping her hips, helping her to move faster. She sat up suddenly, her hands pressing against my chest as she rode me harder and faster. I could feel the pleasure building in my balls, the sensation of her pussy driving me wild. She threw her head back, her moans filling the room as she came, her pussy clenching around my dick.

I could feel my own orgasm building, the sensation of her pussy milking my dick pushing me over the edge. I came with a groan, my dick pulsing as I filled her with my cum. She collapsed onto me, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in sync. She kissed my forehead, her voice soft and gentle. "You did well," she whispered. "I am proud of you."

I felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that I had pleased her. As we lay there, she started talking to me about her past, her divorce, and her loneliness. She told me that she had always found me attractive and that she was glad we had this moment together. She held my hand, her eyes filled with affection. "Remember, this is our secret," she said. "No one else can know."

I nodded, understanding the gravity of our situation. As I left her room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear. I had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But for now, I was content in the knowledge that I had pleased my teacher, and she had pleased me in return.

The next few days of the trip were a blur. We visited Bangalore, Mysore, and Ooty, but my mind was always on that night with Mini Ma’am. I could still feel her touch, her kiss, and the way she made me feel. I knew that this encounter would stay with me forever, a secret memory that I would cherish and keep to myself.

As the trip came to an end, I found myself torn between the excitement of our forbidden encounter and the fear of being found out. I knew that I had to be careful, to keep our secret safe, and to never let anyone know about what had happened between us. But for now, I was content in the knowledge that I had experienced something truly special, something that I would never forget.