Lydia, Light of My Class, Fire of My Loins, Part 2 [F18/M23] [Teacher/Student] [beach] [detailed]

*This is a Part 2 early release. Read* [*Part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/11r8fw0/lydia_delight_of_my_lessons_fire_of_my_loins_f18/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) *here to follow along.*

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School had ended not long before. I (M23) had watched Lydia go with melancholy in my heart. She had looked stunning, of course, in her graduation dress – it was fairly modest in terms of the skin it showed, but it fitted her forms in a way that showed off her killer figure – wasp waist and sculpturesque hips and rich, perky bust. I buried my eyes in her ass, the strong curve of her buttocks through the dark fabric of the dress. Her smile was blinding as usual, dimples and long lashes and all. I had to be careful, of course, so no one caught be stealing glances at her. It wouldn’t be appropriate for even a high school substitute teacher to ogle his student, even if she was 18 years of age and had the body of goddess.

So, when she walked out the door with that delicious movement of her hips, I thought that’d be the last I’d see of her. I knew that she’d still haunt me, of course. I couldn’t count the nights I had stroked myself thinking about her. I always wanted it to be more, but I couldn’t… For all my sinful lust for her, I couldn’t act on it. Not even if the swivels of her curves drew me insane and the defiant faces she made in class made me imagine her face in lewd action. I had been strong, and that was good. But how I longed…

It was a warm day, not even two weeks after school had ended. I was on the beach with my friends, walking barefoot with the sand between my toes and shirtless with the sun on my skin. The beach was swarming with people – families with children, adults on days off, but mostly young people, enjoying the long and lively summer vacation. Groups of friends were hanging out here and there, listening to music through Bluetooth speakers and chatting on picnic blankets and playing volleyball by the nets. My friends and I had just been for a swim and were strolling engrossed in conversation when suddenly something hit me over the head. A volleyball.

“Oops, sorry, dude,” someone shouted. I grabbed the ball and turned around.

“Omg, it’s mister J,” one of them, whom I recognised to be one of my former students, exclaimed.

“Oh, shit,” the first dude said. “Sorry, mister J, didn’t mean to hit you.”

I noticed now that the whole cast for their volleyball game was made up of recent graduates from the school. Most of them were boys but there was a couple girls and- “Don’t worry about it, Dan,” I said and threw him the ball. Lydia was with them. I suppose in that moment, I made some kind of decision, though I didn’t quite realise it yet. “What’s the score?”

“We’re destroying them,” Dan said and laughed, pointing to the team where Lydia was playing with another girl and a boy.

“Looks like you might need help then,” I said with a confident smile, said goodbye to my friend and crossed to the other side. They shrugged and said “Oh shit, big man is playing” and other such immature things. I didn’t care if it wasn’t appropriate anymore. I just wanted to be near Lydia.

If I had liked her body in clothes, I could not describe my feelings towards it out of them. In class, I had always eaten up any bare skin she showed with my eyes and undressed the rest with my imagination. A deep neckline and peeking cleavage, showing midriff, hell, her neck. Now, this part, you must forgive the detail I go into. I had drooled over that body for months, imagined it bent and moving in scandalous ways, and now that she was laid bare for me, my eyes engulfed everything.

Her skin had already tanned lightly. She wore a black thong-like bottom, the kind that covers the front but that disappears between the cheeks in the back. The waistband sank slightly into her flesh on the hips. Her hips, those delicious hips, descended at an impressive curve from her waist, like she had been sculpted for lewd, aesthetic pleasure. Her waist was impressively small in comparison. Part hourglass, part pear, I had never seen such perfection in any other work of nature.

I side-eyed her as she went forward and served. Her ass bounced when she hit the ball, a majestic bounce of both perky, juicy cheeks that settled with smaller jiggles that I had never gotten to see before for all the clothing. Well, now there was no fabric to veil her from my hungry gaze. Her ass was so perfect. Round from the side, heart-shaped from the back from the back. Muscle from hours at the gym but juice that only good genes could bless a girl with. I just wanted to grab her by the hips and… Her legs were smooth and firm, they, too, juicy. How I wanted to run my hands on those thighs… Lust was starting to mess with my mind. She was more than just a lower body – a sexy, sexy lower body – to me: her breasts were amazing in her bikini.

The triangle-shaped piece of fabric over each tit might’ve been enough to make it technically appropriate, and perhaps it would’ve been if not for the inherently inappropriate nature of the beasts underneath. They were what I consider to be the ideal size of a breast, the size that doesn’t strike you when you first see them and that don’t impress with sheer mass but rather by a general, aesthetic pleasantness. They could never be described as huge, though they were enough to fill a hand and then some. What was most pleasant about them, however, was their shape. I had never gotten to enjoy them so free before. They had the beautiful teardrop shape of one might imagine on a Mediterranean goddess. They moved with her body but still slightly out of sync as she jumped to hit the ball. Hypnotic, mesmerizing, just like that bounce of her ass that once more spoiled by cornea.

She turned her head. Her baby blue eyes looked right into mine. She raised her eyebrow defiantly, but I could see her cheeks colouring up lightly too. Caught. This time, I had no defence. No excuse. But the fire she lit in me by being almost naked in front of me was too hot. I didn’t care.

I took the ball and hit it over to the other side. With me on their team, we slowly started gaining on the our opponents. I hit the ball time after time and whenever I had the chance, I looked at her. I could tell she noticed. I didn’t care. I met her eyes every time that she caught me. Her cheeks were certainly gaining colour. As the game went on and I worked myself up hotter and hotter and looked at her again and again, she seemed to get increasingly shy. Her defiant attitude had disappeared and she looked down blushing every time our eyes met. I started noticing her looking at me when I wasn’t looking, too. The sun was starting to set and my skin was glistening with sweat. Perhaps my body pleased her in the golden light. Either way, I saw her looking at me out of the corner of my eye when I charged at the ball and jumped and hit.

Then, the first touch happened. It was just a light graze, both of us reaching for the ball at the same time, but the feeling of her hand sent an electric current through me. Then, we charged for the same ball, and my body, bare but for swim shorts, hurdled right into hers. The skin on skin on skin on skin was overwhelming. Our bodies rolled together in the sand and I felt her naked flesh – warm, soft, hard, alive. I must’ve gasped, and I wanted nothing more than to grab hold of her, push her into the sand and take her, there and then. I opened my eyes. I was lying on top her and looked straight into her eyes, so close I could’ve kissed her and no one could’ve stopped me. She looked breathlessly into my eyes, big eyes through long lashes and mouth slightly open, and my member twitched against her. I know she felt it too because her pupils pulsed in that very moment.

“Yo what,” someone shouted, “You okay there?” shouted someone else. My magical moment was over, and suddenly I became very aware of the eyes of these teenagers who had been my students only two weeks prior on me. I got up from mine and Lydia’s primordial tangle and brushed myself off and we were separate again.

 

*Stay tuned for Part 3, the finale of the story…*

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