New job, Old Faces – I (21M) fucked my old PE teacher (30F) – Part 1 and 2 (FM)

New job, old faces

Part 1

It had probably been 5 years since I left the school when I ran into her – my PE teacher from secondary, a Miss Combe. I was 21, she must’ve been around 30. My secondary school memories of her are faded, but I remember her being quite open with us, about how annoyed she was because she’d spent all her money on useless stuff and then her boyfriend left her. Apart from that, all I remember is thinking she was fit and cute.

Anyway, back to 5 years later – it hadn’t been long since my 21st birthday, and I was back in the area visiting a few friends and my family. A job popped up at my old secondary school for helping the PE department , and I decided to try for it, and somehow got it. I was soon back in the school which I had been so excited to leave, and greeting my old teachers. Miss Combe was one of them, and I was astonished at how little she’d changed – although she did seem a touch more sad.

Luckily, I was told I was helping her, and so throughout the day we caught up, and related at our poor luck with dating, and joked about the horrible teacher uniforms. She brightened up over the day aswell, and we were joking together all through the last lesson, much to the amusement of the year 8s.

As the bell rang to end my first day, I joined her in our little staff room, and we took off our sweaty teacher uniforms. Her sports bra underneath left little to the imigination, showing her firm breasts well. Next went her trousers, leaving only her lace panties, which were split by a light camel toe. She pretended to not notice my glances, but was obviously pleased, and so I did the same when she quickly looked at my growing bulge.

Despite the flirtatious looks she gave me as we chatted whilst dressing, my nervousness took hold, and we were quickly both changed and walking out of the room again. Her fit body still showed through the tighter clothes, so I started to see why the school made us wear the baggy rubbish we had to. We made small talk as we walked through the school, but as we neared the exit, she looked over her shoulder and then gave me a hesitant kiss. “We have plenty of time for other stuff” she whispered with a wink, and soon we were off, leaving the school, even though I was already ready for tomorrow.

Part 2

It was Friday before anything more had happened – of course, we still talked together, and changed together, but nothing much more had happened. However, on Friday morning, she took me aside, and asked if I was free after school. I was, but that didn’t matter anyway – even if I wasn’t, if it meant meeting up with Miss Combe (who I was still trying to get used to only calling her Sara), then I would give up almost anything.
“Yeah, of course” I eagerly replied.
“Good, stay here after school then” she said before she walked off, and the day had begun – a day which slowed to a crawl as I waited in anticipation for after school.

After what felt like a century, the bell rang, and I was sure I was even more excited than the kids. Sara and I stuck back, before heading round to get changed. I barely even tried to hide my excitement, but neither did she. She once again changed into tighter, clothes, which hugged her curves beautifully. “Has anyone ever told you how fit you really are?” I asked her, with her only reaction being a playful laugh. “Because you are very fit” I continued. “Says you” she said, poking at my arms, and I started to go in to poke her back, but instead I pretended to trip, and I smoothly brought our lips together again. I couldn’t tell how long it was we stood there, kissing, with my hands over her bum and hers over mine. Nothing had ever felt so good in my life – I remember imagining, no, wishing this so many times when she was my teacher, and I doubted this was the best to come.

After that, we walked out of the school, ignoring the looks from the other staff at our hand holding. I jumped into her car, before asking where we were going.
“Swimming”, she replied, but I reminded her the pool was shut on a Friday. She playfully smacked me, then asked “Who said we were going to the pool?” Where we were, in the countryside, there was many small lakes and the alike, not too dirty, and perfect for a warm day such as it was on that Friday, and the added privacy was definitely a bonus.

We followed one of the many streams up its winding valley, into a small car park which sat in front of a little wood. Inside the wood sat a room sized lake, completely hidden from the public, but perfect for us. We took of our shoes and scrambled into the woods, the wet ground squelching underneath our feet. When we got to the lake, and were completely out of the public eye, she gave me one single command – “strip”, and before I could say anything in she was naked and diving into the clear waters.

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