I was 18 at the time and he was 32. I had recently left my nest and was using my new found freedom to hang out in very adult environments. One afternoon I found myself in such a place and a man approaches me.
Hes tall and lightly tattooed with a buzz cut and glasses. He is not shy about the fact that the age difference between us turns him on, and neither am I. I ask him what he does and he tells me hes a teacher. When I ask where he teaches his answer sets off a fantasy I never thought I’d have the chance to act on. The expression on his face when I tell him I just graduated from that school this past spring is enough for me to start to feel the wettness in my panties.
We talk and flirt for less than an hour before we’re driving to a hotel. The sex we have is playful and incredibly erotic. He manuvers me around effortlessly, slowing me down while he takes his sweet time. I’m so eager and willing, and I’m so aroused I repeatedly and shamelessly beg him for more. Every time I do, he smiles cockily.
Hes too big for me to take all of him and I have to be careful when I ride him. He picks me up to lick my pussy up and down, turns me on my back to slide into me from behind, torturously slow. We fucked for hours in that hotel. The following few weeks we fucked in his car, behind a shopping plaza, and in his bed that he shared with his live in girlfriend. To this day I have fantasies about fucking him in his classroom.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7obuz7/first_post_i_fucked_a_teacher_from_my_highschool
Shazam
Did he just start there? There’s zero chance you wouldn’t know a teacher from the same high school you went to. Obvious fantasy is obvious.