The installation approached its logical conclusion, but I was agitated by an irrepressible desire to approach Elena Nikolaevna from behind, hug her juicy body, press her against the wall, inhale the scent of her hair, taste the delicate skin on her neck, seize her charms and subdue consciousness.
- Well, you have everything ready? - Elena Nikolaevna asked tenderly, not looking up from the stand, - otherwise I will have a lesson now.
Her question interrupted the course of my erotic fantasies. I quickly turned my eyes to the monitor, pulled myself together, and answered in a calm voice:
- I guess, yes. Small things remained. But this is after the lesson.
- So, until the evening?
- Yes, I'll be up by five o'clock. I will finish everything here only ...
And in fact, everything was almost ready. After the lesson, having delivered the drivers and programs, I planned to finish one more, very important matter. But first, you need to go back in time to understand how, why, and why.
After the army I went to study at the institute for the correspondence department. After studying a year, and having squandered on various temporary jobs, I got a job as a system administrator at a school. The work was very helpful. I had access to good educational material for my examinations, help from teachers in critical situations, and most importantly, a lot of free time. This time, basically, I was busy working on the side. Placed on his district ads "Repair the computer, setting up Windows, refill cartridges." In consequence of that, he began to receive orders, and walk on customers. So enough money.
From the first days, while working at school, I felt for my person, such interest was not weak. The team was mostly female, and those male teachers we had were no longer at that age to embarrass young and unmarried female teachers. In addition, all men were married. Therefore, I, a bachelor, for obvious reasons, was in high esteem and favor.
Teachers appealed to me in no other way than Igor. Probably due to the fact that I was the youngest employee in the team. Even the youngest and most inexperienced teachers were two to three years older than me. In truth, I was not very offended, or was upset by such an appeal. Quite the contrary. I, as it should be, addressed everyone by name and patronymic.
Among all the teachers, I singled out for myself three. All were young, and each in its own beautiful. Evgenia Nikolaevna - teacher of English. One of the youngest and most beautiful teachers in school. Always stylishly dressed, though without bright makeup, looked sexy and spectacular. I don't even know what she is doing here at school. Have nothing to do
or maybe it just drives the seniors, or something else. In general, mysterious from all sides and impregnable, like the Brest fortress. Plus, she was having an affair with a businessman. So there are almost no prospects.
Svetlana Alexandrovna - a teacher of geography. A woman at the age of slightly over thirty, not tall, sociable, kind and quite cheerful person. Not to say that she was beautiful, with long, slender legs. Not. But she had a chest. Even not so - she had a smart chest, divine. It was noticeable that she did not put on herself. Hide it was simply impossible. Yes, she did not really try. I did not measure it with a ruler, but it was not difficult to guess that there was a third size, at least. Once, at the next corporate party, we were left alone in the staff room - the rest, who went home, who just went out to smoke. Svetlana Alexandrovna came up close to me and asked for permission to kiss me. Celebrated the eighth of March, and I could not refuse her, and did not want to. Hesitating a little, I hugged her, and began to gently kiss. In the process, the hand itself reached to her chest. Oh yes, there was something to take. Suddenly, I realized that I was holding in my hands not a geography teacher, but an unprecedented bunch of sexual energy. If it were not for the upcoming noise of the crowd in the corridor, I do not know how it would all end. After the weekend, I expected to continue, but Svetlana Aleksandrovna behaved as if nothing had happened. However, I clearly saw for myself that the geographic, quite accessible lady. On the other hand, as an option, I did not consider her much, since she had already managed to go after her husband, and had a child.
Elena Nikolaevna is a teacher of mathematics. Very pleasant, nice and modest woman. Approximate the impression I had about her when I met. Medium height, very feminine figure and strict appeal. She was about thirty years old, and judging by the ring, she was married. It so happened that in her office put the computer. By the will of fate, I was seconded to her. It turned out that we shared this new computer for two. I did not have my own office, so I kept my things in the same way with a mathematician. In general, we often spent time together in the class of Elena Nikolaevna. This fact inevitably brought us closer. I liked her character, and apparently she was good. Here are just a light sadness in her bright eyes, did not give rest. In addition, she treated me better than others. Never said no to me, and did not deny anything.
So, of the three options, Elena Nikolaevna was the most acceptable and balanced, but unlikely. Svetlana Aleksandrovna, quite probable, but not particularly desirable. Well, Evgenia Nikolaevna, the most incredible and perhaps the most desirable option. Finally confused with these options, I sent them to hell. Besides, I already had a girlfriend - Nastya. Well, it was so pure for sex. If you look, my Nastya was stupid, like an ax. She fucked, of course, like the devil, like that hungry and insatiable bitch. But this was not enough.
So, I worked for a year. Anything happened during that time. But this, that strongly influenced my business, then you will not tell. So it’s not worth remembering.
Getting started was made by one event. I just changed the network card in one of the offices. Well, and in order not to bother, I simply climbed under the table, unscrewed the lid, and proceeded with the task. As soon as I finished screwing the new board, I heard someone enter the office.
- Oh, no one. Let's talk here.
- Good. Come on, post it. What you have there?
I recognized the voices. These were two teachers. The second teacher is in English, and, in literature, it seems. In general, they began to discuss Elena Nikolaevna. For some reason I decided to overhear their conversation.
- I tell you that her husband is cheating.
- What makes you think?
- Listen. I have long noticed that Lenka has changed recently. Do you remember how she was at the beginning?
- Yes I remember.
- Well, she was so cheerful, open. And now what? He walks on his wave, almost no one talks. So, hi-bye. Do you remember when the last time you talked about peasants with her?
- Yes, I don’t remember right away. Why?
- And the fact that I also do not remember when the last time, such a conversation was. Do you understand? It feels like she has a peasant, and this is not already.
- Come on. Come up with more. Who knows, maybe she does not want to talk about it.
- I used to love, but now not? She could talk about her Olezhka for hours. No, there is something else. You know, I pulled her out to the cafe yesterday. And I found out something!
- So what, found out?
- The fact of the matter is that no. Rested horns, and says that everything is fine. But I feel that no. Let me ask her when they start the baby. More than five years of marriage, and still nothing, you know?
- What is she?
- And what is she - is silent, like a partisan. You know me, I see in my eyes that everything is not normal there.
- Natasha, well, you give! And now what?
- I do not know what now. I only know that her husband, the most natural Kazel!
- Okay. Let's go for now. Soon the lesson, but I still have time to go to the toilet.
“Okay, then we'll talk again.”
After a brief fuss, the door opened and immediately slammed, the class covered silence. And I'm so, gone nuts, sitting under the table, fiddling with a screwdriver. This I did not expect to hear about Elena Nikolaevna. Of course, I myself noticed the longing in her eyes, but I thought that she had been like this from birth. After listening to this conversation, I understood a lot. And it seems like a lot fell into place. Perhaps even she felt some feelings for me, flirted, hinted, but was afraid to take the first step. And I did not notice her gestures, writing off all this on the friendly relations that began between us. Yes, and I could not take the initiative in their hands, she is married. And his husband, if he really changes her, I do not understand. Sense to go to the side, if you have such a well-groomed, young and beautiful wife? Strange husband, at least. But, as they say, everyone has their own zucchini in their heads. And this possibility can not be excluded.
Since then, thoughts of Elena Nikolaevna have not given me any peace. Even when I was hugging my Nastya, I was thinking about a mathematician. And even when not only hugged. In the end, I decided to find out everything, and finally clarify. There was a thought to dissolve Elena Nikolaevna herself. But the inner voice suggested that this was the wrong way. You can only spoil everything. So I decided to watch her from the side.
I knew where she lived. Because not once, in the winter, I escorted her home from school. I was lucky to rent a room in front of their house. They equipped an observation post, with all the attendant - binoculars, a telescope. But the only thing I could notice was that they did not go anywhere together. On weekdays, this is understandable. But on Friday-Saturday, strange. Come on, if they both were at home. My husband was leaving somewhere, and Elena Nikolaevna, judging by the lighted light in the kitchen, remained at home. Somehow, I sat in a rented room, almost until the morning. The husband came back as soon as it began to dawn. Judging by the smooth gait, he was sober. Unaccompanied, as they say, and without protection. I went home, turned on the light in the kitchen, ate something, and quietly went to bed. No scenes or scandals, I did not see. Although I expected. And what is most interesting, the next day, I did not find agitated, nervous or another, not normal Elena Nikolaevna with red eyes for insomnia. Rather, red eyes, nervousness, and excitement were mine. But it only provoked my interest.
From various sources, I found out that the fruit of her husband. A fruit, he was not easy. He works in a serious office, has good connections. In their circles, a respected person. He is married to a schoolteacher, not a brawler and not a whore. In general, a positive characteristic, wherever you look. At your own risk decided to spy on him.
On Friday, the situation repeated. Oleg, that was the name of Elena Nikolaevna's husband, he himself got into the car and was about to leave. And I sat at the observation point. True, not in the safe house, but behind the wheel of a car. Took the car from a friend for a couple of days. Thus, I watched Oleg until the morning, until he returned home.
So, that's what I managed to find out. On one of the streets, a stranger, definitely a masculine, got into his car. Further, the object, with a man sitting on the street, proceeded to the Koza-Nostra bar. After a long stay in the bar, both objects got into the car and started off. We stopped at the hotel "Dawn". Podsevshiy got out of the car, and headed for the hotel building itself. The object remained in the car. After half an hour, he followed the hooked up. In the morning, the object was the first to leave the hotel, and in about 20–15 minutes, the one who sat down came out. After that, the car returned to the street where they met. Ended observation where it began - at the house of Elena Nikolaevna.
Additionally, I received two important information. In "Koza-Nostra", Oleg was very often. I found out from the waitress bar. Yulia, that was her name, she assured me that he had not been here with women. Only in the men's company, and most often, with this young man who got hooked on the street.
And in the hotel, at the receptionist, I tried to find out whether it is possible to book girls in the room. He replied that they did not provide such services. I offered him money, but he refused. Seeing my despair, he advised me, offhand, five addresses of hotels where such services were provided. Later, this information was confirmed. The hotel was clean in that respect.
That is, at least, it all seemed very strange. Another week I watched the object. No contact with other women has been identified. Communicating mainly with other men, and, more often, with the runner. We can say that the information from the waitress Yulia, was confirmed.
I was confused. If Oleg cheated on his wife, it was so subtle and secret that he could only be applauded standing up. However, this did not solve my problems. In addition, sleepless nights, and systematic malnutrition, affected my health. I got sick.
The illness took a lot of energy, and I almost got it out of my head. To think about the teacher and, especially, about her husband, there was no desire. Having recovered, I returned to school. And there, Elena Nikolaevna was already waiting for me. As usual, after greeting, I noticed the alarm on her sweet face. Finally, deciding, she approached me.
- Igor, I'm so embarrassed. You told me you were repairing computers ...
- Yes, Elena Nikolaevna, I repair, but what?
- Here, it is ... I have a couple of days ago, the home computer stopped turning on. I have already tried everything, but it does not turn on. Igor, could you see it? I will pay.
- What are the symptoms?
- Oh, but I do not know. Light bulbs seem to blink, noise, but the black screen, and some messages in English. I dont know.
- Well, Elena Nikolaevna, we'll see. Let's agree on when, and I will do everything in my power.
- And when can you succeed?
- Yes, even today, for example.
- Well, you can today. After school ... come ...
- Okay, agreed.
The conversation brought me back to the topic. The prospect of being alone with her, and even at her home, aroused. And this modest, even shy, agitated, and anxious look added fire. By the way, I noticed that the anxiety in her eyes did not disappear. Usually, when people break down a computer, they are worried, worried and afraid that everything is lost. But when I tell people that everything is fine, and I will make it work, then people have a stone from their shoulders, and there is relief and a smile on their face. And Elena Nikolaevna, not at all. Well, you have to figure out what it is.
Evening, I stand with a backpack in front of her door. I think that she was alone. The door opened, Elena Nikolaevna met me with a smile on her face, and in a sports suit on the body. Damn, but I expected to see her in a transparent robe. But alas. The second disappointment was the presence in the house of her husband. I was hoping that a computer crash was just an excuse. In fact, everything turned out to be trite. So, I undressed in the hallway. Elena Nikolaevna tried to look after me. Approached the object.
- Oleg, - the husband extended his hand to me.
“Igor,” I answered, looking into his eyes. Nothing incredible. Eyes are like eyes.
“Come in that room,” he pointed in the direction of the finger, “Will you have some coffee?”
- Yes, perhaps, I will not refuse tea.
- Wonderful. Flax, come on, organize the guest. And me too.
“Well, I am now,” said Elena Nikolaevna somehow shyly, and disappeared into the kitchen.
We went with Oleg to the room where the computer was. The decor in the room was interesting. Beautiful, not cheap furniture. Everything is clean and ... cleaned. Oleg told me briefly what happened to the computer. More precisely, he retold what his wife had already told me today. I did not give a mind. Wants to povazhnichat in front of me - let him. I have something that. I answered him with a couple of abstruse phrases, the meaning of which turned out to be incomprehensible to Oleg. He hesitated a little, because I asked him a direct question, which he could not answer. He did not answer, and in order not to merge completely, he began to tell me that, in fact, he did not really understand computers. He said that this is his wife's computer, and he does not climb into it. We still chatted about different weather, like Elena Nikolaevna finally entered the room. She put a cup of hot tea on the table. Oleg slammed his hands together happily, turned to the exit:
- Okay, you are doing your computer here, I will not bother you.
The husband immediately went out, and we were left together. I did not know what to say, but I knew what to do. So I, without further ado, immediately got into the computer. Elena Nikolaevna sat down next to the chair. She sat quietly, intently watching my movements. I was deep in my thoughts. To my disappointment there was no side chapel. Wow, quite a normal family in appearance. And you cannot say that they have some problems here. Maybe, in fact, Natasha, the second teacher in English, was intrigued? Maybe everything is fine with them? Who knows what Oleg is doing there? Maybe a business or something. I did not go to the hotel with him, did not see what he was doing there. And I had already dreamed that I would climb today not to the computer, but under the skirt of Elena Nikolaevna. A bummer, a bummer.
Anyway, besides thinking about the owner of the apartment, I had to think about the computer. Basically, I already understood what the problem is. In order to repair a computer, I needed one thing, and 15 minutes of time. I already wanted to reassure the owner of the equipment, and say that everything is fine, when suddenly, an idea struck me. The plan in my head matured in seconds. I suddenly wanted to find out what lies on the hard drives of Elena Nikolaevna, what e-mail addresses she visits on the Internet, what books she reads, what music she listens to, what movies she watches. Well, that's all.
- Elena Nikolaevna ...
“What,” the teacher asked readily, and with alarm in her voice, “burned out?”
- Not. Not everything is so bad, - I thought up on the go, - but in order to correct the errors, I need another computer. Does your husband have a chance?
- Oh, no ... - I knew that she would answer that way. According to Oleg, it was clear that he was a complete kettle. The teacher became even more agitated.
- Do not worry, Elena Nikolaevna, I have. I will take your computer to my home, and tomorrow I will bring it back, already in working condition.
- Well, I do not know, this is somehow inconvenient. Can…
- Yes, no problem, I'm not hard. Moreover, I will not take the whole computer, but only a part - I tried to calm her down.
Something she had on her computer was such that it made her nervous. Now I knew for sure. She did not want to part with her computer. Moreover, the husband in this computer did not climb. So there is something personal there. It means something important and useful for me.
- Elena Nikolaevna, look. Here is the hard drive - I unscrewed it, and now I held it in my hand in front of the teacher - this is the detail that prevents your computer from starting. I need to connect this thing to any computer for two minutes. Clusters will be reset and capacitors will be discharged, and it will work again.
- Well, if so, and you are not hard ...
- If you had another computer, then I could do it right here. And so, there is simply no other way out.
I hung her noodles enough. Already when I began to gather, I finished it again. Her and her husband. He promised to do everything until tomorrow, refused the money offered, smiled and said “goodbye!”.
Home, literally flew. There was a working screw in my pocket, and I was full of hopes that at least this thing would not disappoint me. Already at home, I connected a hard one without any extra movements, and, being already in an excited state, I started her Windu. Desktop, nothing out of the ordinary. Word documents, files, files, folders. Among other things, there was a “my internet” browser shortcut. Launched. Well, first of all, it got into the tab "frequently visited". Oh la la, the Frenchman would say if he saw what I saw. Joy overwhelmed my heart when the very first page was erotic, if modestly expressed, content. The second, the third. In general, I got to the point. In the apple. The next thing I did was examine disk D for a spicy video. And here I did not lose.
Elena Nikolaevna, despite the fact that her husband did not climb in her computer, nevertheless decided to encrypt the location of her porn collection. The husband is a teapot, but then I screwed a little in the computers. Therefore, encryption did not become a problem for me. And here it is. I would not say that there was a lot of adult movies there. But the movie was such a clockwork. From the hardcore series. With deep, double penetrations, sips and other subtleties of the genre. There were also such films as about teachers, with primitive plots. There were works with meaning. In general, all.
When the first impression of what was seen passed, I again thought about the logic of what is happening. The explanation could be a joint viewing, especially for educational purposes, or for charging. But it seemed unlikely to me, so I climbed into the Internet again.
Now I was interested in her email and pages on social networks. But, at first, I came across a site of erotic stories. Logged in under her account - apparently, there was a tick "remember me." Hmm ... interesting, go to favorites. There are already a few dozen stories. I quickly run through the names of the works - “Mystery”, “Good, bad teacher”, “Real teacher, summer camp”, “Teacher’s holiday”.
Ran through some eyes, liked. Some are lighter, others harder. But hard, though, more. In these stories, the topic of coercion and submission, group actions, blackmail dominated. There was no time to read all the stories, but this was not required to be done right now.
In still waters, devils are found - it turns out, this is about Elena Nikolaevna. That would never have thought that she was.
It was already a deep night when the letters of interest to me — with passwords to websites, social networking pages, personal correspondence, and a whole bunch of small things — poured from the mailbox.
And finally, I installed several useful programs on her computer. Now I could remotely monitor what was happening on her desktop. In general, he had full access to her computer, and therefore personal secrets.
In the morning, barely awake, I went to school. After the lessons, together with Elena Nikolaevna, we came to her home, and I completed the work begun. The teacher was pleased. Yesterday’s fears in the eyes were no longer noticeable. She was grateful to me, and smiled so sweetly that it seemed I had saved the life not of her computer, but of herself. Or maybe it was so. Maybe I saved her privacy. In all this it was necessary to understand more. So I hurried home. It was necessary to re-read a lot of information. Therefore, I hastily bowed out. True, it was hard to do. Elena Nikolaevna insisted that I take the money. Yes, and her husband for one. I had to take it.
Arriving home, I plunged into reading. It was interesting, fascinated so that I lost track of time. He was distracted only to look at Elena Nikolaevna’s desktop. Towards evening, she sat down at the computer, opened her pages in the social. networks and other forums. And closer to the night, opened the "Sefan.Ru". Well, of course, there are so many new stories in a week.
...
The morning was near. I leaned back in my chair. Despite the fact that I sat behind the monitor for more than 10 hours, I was not tired. And I did not want to sleep. Totally. I was pleased with myself and the results of the work done. No wonder, I started it all. Further, the analysis of the data received from Elena Nikolaevna’s computer follows:
A) Elena Nikolaevna was alone. Despite the fact that she has been married ... for seven years. The first time she was happy in marriage. But the last three or four years, turned into a dull existence. In a conversation with her sister, she called herself a widow. And this is with the living husband. Blame for everything was Oleg's appeal to the most ordinary pedirasta. Thus, Elena Nikolaevna, as well as other women on the planet, ceased to interest him sexually.
Life cruelly pinned Elena Nikolaevna. After learning about the changes in her husband's sexual orientation, she wanted to divorce him. But Oleg refused her. He needed a wife - for work, career, parents, friends. He persuaded her to stay, promising to keep her, to help in everything. And then, when the right moment comes, they will disperse.
The right moment did not come, and the divorce was postponed indefinitely. Elena Nikolaevna, has already begun to get used to her role as a housewife. On personal life, there was nothing to say. Despite the fact that Oleg allowed her to sleep with other men, she did not succeed. Go to the bar, and remove the peasant she could not and could not. Working as a school teacher, it is not easy to find a lover. Not with senior pupils to meet, or married physical instructor. So, in her personal life, she had a computer, porn, not children's toys, of various sizes, and long masturbation sessions. And strangely, in life she was always a modest girl. Before and after the wedding. But after her husband "died," she became prone to debauchery. Confirmation of this, were not only the stories that she read on the Internet, but also what she wrote.
B) Elena Nikolaevna was a secretive, well-disguised whore. Somewhere in the middle of the night, sorting through text documents, I stumbled upon a folder called “My Stallions”. Inside, I found about a dozen frank stories of Elena Nikolaevna herself. Rereading them, I was incredibly excited. It turns out that a mathematics teacher had not only phenomenal abilities in solving quadratic equations, but also had a talent for writing erotic stories. Her fantasies, of course, were still those. There was everything. I remember the story where she seduces her beloved student, he fucks her with force, makes her suck and all that, and then the director blackmails her with video recording and also fucks her. And then other students will learn ... In general, I fucked her, in that story, almost the whole school. And so on.
B) Elena Nikolaevna was not indifferent to me. It became completely clear from the diary, which led the teacher. From this diary, by the way, I learned a lot of useful things. So, not a few lines, in this diary, it was dedicated to me. As soon as I came to work at the school, she noted me as “a young, handsome guy ... a computer geek ... it looks like he will work in my office ... let's see ...”. And along the way, I increasingly emerged in her thoughts, and more and more, of an intimate and even erotic nature. “Igor was so sexy today. Ah, when I asked him to water the flowers on the top shelf, he got up in a chair, but I could not take my eyes off his delicious ass. God, as I wanted, snuggle up to him. ” Or like this: “So, like today, I haven’t been excited for a long time. Wore a set of black panties, a belt and stockings with an elastic band, which Oleg gave me sometime on March 8th. It was so exciting, I felt like a real whore. What a pity that Igor could not appreciate my outfit. ” I read it, and did not understand how she had never raped me. The answer found out a little later. In the meantime, she continued. “It seems that Igor likes me as a woman. Today I noticed how he several times looked at my neckline cut. It seems he did not understand that I saw his look. It lasted just a couple of seconds, but it was so nice. ” And also, she dreamed of me. “Such a sweet dream dreamed that night. Igor takes me to the toilet, and orders me to kneel in front of him. I dutifully fulfill his desire. And then he unzips the belt on his pants. And I myself am drawn to his penis. So hard and hot. I woke up all wet. ” By the way, not a bad idea.
But, actually, why she did not rape me. Memories from March 8th, this is when I squeezed our geography, Svetlana Alexandrovna, behind boobs “Today is the next March 8th. I'm at home alone. At school a spree. Girlfriends drink alcohol and gossip. Perhaps they are seducing my Igor. Husband Oleg, on a date with another dove. Why should I stay at home? Maybe I want to have fun too? Gossip and seduce Igor? But no, I'm a pious wife, but without a husband, at home, alone ... The title and the ring on the cherished finger oblige to be like that. (Especially for - Or maybe I'm completely different. Yes, and how will I seduce Igor? Spread his legs in front of him? I will say that I want him? And what will he think of me? What am I a slut slut? Married teacher who lies under the first comer "Or maybe he doesn't want me at all. He's young, handsome ... for sure, there is a queue of young girls for him. And the fact that he sometimes looks at my legs and ass, says only that he is a normal man, unlike some No. No, I'd rather be alone at home, fill a hot bath, and arrange myself an erotic evening, alone with myself, my Oim vulgar thoughts and faithful artificial member. "
So here, Elena Nikolaevna. No wonder they say, in the still waters there are devils, oh, not for nothing. I do not go there, that under the cover of modesty and innocence lies such a slag. Summing up, I came to the conclusion that now, having learned everything, I just have to help this woman. It remains to figure out how to arrange everything. Think about everything carefully so as not to break the wood, do not make yourself worse, and most importantly, to her. In a few days, I developed a plan, concept, and strategy.
I started the game by trying to increase the time spent with her. At school, I tried to linger until her last lessons. He created the appearance of employment in particularly important matters, but this, he did not miss a single opportunity to pay attention to Elena Nikolaevna. He joined with her in a relaxed, distracted conversation. During these conversations, I did not forget about compliments and various courageous gestures. Under any pretext, it was suggested to take her home. He said that I should go to order in her direction, or something else like that. I threw constant glances at her. Openly admired her hair, neck, hands. Hidden, peeking her beautiful legs, waists, hips. It was unconstrained, with admiration, to peer into the bumps of her breast, and the bulges of priests. Every day, her figure attracted me more and more.
After school, in order not to create big pauses between our conversations, I invented an institute task in higher mathematics. He turned on the fool, and asked for Elena Nikolaevna, with a request to tighten up my knowledge. She willingly agreed. Now every other day, and sometimes more often, we met at her house. Often without a husband, alone.
We sat in the same room where I repaired her computer. In the corner stood a wide table. It was there that we laid out the books and notes. We sat next to each other, as if at a school desk. I tried to constantly contact with her - now with my elbow, then with my knee, touching her elbow or knees. Elena Nikolaevna did not even try to take away my knee when I was holding it on her knee a little longer than usual. She enthusiastically talked about her mathematical tricks. When she showed how to solve another integral, I fell a little on the teacher to get a better look at what she wrote in her notebook. Sit down closer to her, and pressed her whole body. And to the shoulder, and to the thighs. I literally felt her intermittent breathing, felt the pleasant warmth of her body and breathed the exhilarating scent of her perfume.
Every hour I insisted on taking breaks in classes. During these pauses, we listened to music, watched movies. I knew her tastes, so I offered what she liked. And I also did her a massage. One day, instead of watching a movie, I approached her from the back and laid my hands on her shoulders, began ... slowly massaging her neck. Elena Nikolaevna was silent like a mouse, and it seemed that she stopped breathing. After the massage, she thanked me and said that I had very sensitive hands. To which I replied that she had very smooth and delicate skin. We both broke into a smile, and Elena Nikolaevna blushed noticeably.
I did everything right. This was evident from the new entries in the diary of Elena Nikolaevna. After our first classes, she wrote the following: “Today, Igor was my guest, and we were engaged in mathematics. He is such a clever, grasps everything on the go. And he is so attentive, and shows interest to me. When I explain something to him, he presses against me, I feel his masculine strength, I melt, and I cannot turn away. His light touch to me is so sweet. Only I, fool, wore this tracksuit. Next time, be sure to wear something sexy. God, I must be crazy. But what the difference. The main thing is that I feel like a woman again. ” By the way, she fulfilled her commitment, and met me in a light dress. Adding makeup and tights, she looked very sexy.
We continued to meet. From the diary entries, I realized that Elena Nikolaevna is internally ready to surrender to me. The only thing she did not want to do the first step, and waited for him from me. That was, in principle, normal on her part. Now I was just waiting for the right moment.
At the next lesson, after the second hour of classes, during a break and listening to music, I invited Elena Nikolaevna to dance. The teacher willingly agreed, and soon, in the middle of the room, we began to whirl slowly. Played her favorite composition. With each new movement, our bodies resolutely sought each other. I confidently led her to the waist, holding her closer to her. Elena Nikolaevna did not resist, and did not try to return to the initial positions. Even more likely, on the contrary, she herself was not averse to rubbing her elastic breasts and hardened nipples about me. The song ended, and we reluctantly broke away from each other. I, holding her hand, politely thanked her for the dance. Elena Nikolaevna, smiled, and shyly lowered her eyes to the floor. Her eyes ran through my body, pausing just below the belt.
At home I read the following lines in her diary for today:
“... what an exciting and exciting feeling. Today we danced with Igor. During the dance I was so excited that I almost lost control of myself. I froze in anticipation that what I think all these days will happen now. But after the dance he only thanked me, and I did not dare to take the first step. During the dance, I like a schoolgirl pressed against him. He so deftly ruled my body. And then ... and then, we got so close that I could feel his cock. How I wanted to kiss him at that moment. It is good that today I did not put on a bra, and I could touch it with my nipples. I hope he felt it too. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. ” By the way, I also waited with impatience.
And now, this is the long-awaited tomorrow. Elena Nikolaevna conducted her lesson and went home. We agreed that I would come by five o'clock. Oleg, on a business trip, and will be only in two days. The best moment is not found. At home, I took a strengthened bath, calming my nerves and tune in to a meeting with Elena Nikolaevna. Before going out, I decided to look at her computer, see what she was doing. She was preparing too. I watched porn on the Internet, and read stories on Sefan.Ru. Well done.
Elena Nikolaevna met me as usual. Only her promising, languid look was unusual.
- Hello, Elena Nikolaevna, I came a little earlier.
- Hello, Igor. It's okay, I was waiting for you. Come into the room, settle down, and I now, ”she said, and ran off to the kitchen.
I accepted her invitation, went into the room, and proceeded to lay out my notes. When everything was ready, she entered, in one of her hands was a bottle of wine, and in the second two glasses.
“I've been thinking ... maybe drink some wine before class?” - The teacher suggested with a slightly quivering voice.
Elena Nikolaevna was today in the same light dress as yesterday. Under the dress, as if there was no bra, because her nipples were already sticking out and were visible to the naked eye. And perhaps she was already without panties.
- Why not? - I agreed. - I read somewhere that wine promotes and stimulates mental activity. Helps in solving problems ...
I poured the wine into glasses and said a toast. We sat next to each other on the couch. I told her a half-forgotten story about how as a child, we with the guys from the yard, made a hut in a tree. Elena Nikolaevna, listened to me attentively, eating her eyes. I also caressed her with a look. Wine lightly hit in the head. When the glasses were empty, I turned on the music and invited her to dance.
- Let's Dance? - holding out her hand, I abruptly switched to "you",
- Come on ... - the teacher answered tenderly, already, it seems, ready for anything.
I hugged her around the waist with both hands, and led her to dance. Like yesterday, Elena Nikolaevna willingly pressed her chest against me. I bent over her head, and, putting my nose into her hair, began to whisper compliments in my ear. Excitement and desire rolled in exponentially. As a result, my dick rested again in the teacher. The hand slid down her back, dropping lower and lower each time. Finally, after another compliment, I straightened up a bit and looked into her eyes. Lust, humility and desire - that was what could be read in them. Silently, our lips rushed towards each other and finally concluded in a passionate kiss. The music has not played for a long time, we just kissed, and I pressed on it, pushing it to the table.
My hands were full on her body. With one hand I squeezed her elastic chest, and the second, through the dress, crushed her ass. Looking up from the kiss, I went to her tender neck. Elena Nikolaevna, with excitement, trembled all over. When we came close to the table, she found herself, and began to whisper something in my ear:
- Igor, I'm not that ... I just ...
- Shut up, - I stopped her unnecessary explanations, - it's all not important. Do you want me?
- Yes I want to.
“Then turn your back on me and keep quiet.”
I loosened my grip, and she deftly turned around. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. Here it is, standing in front of me, accessible and submissive. I freed her shoulders from the dress and pulled it down. After a short hitch, I was able to completely bare her back. Hand, I grabbed her ripe breasts from behind, and right there, with my fingers, squeezed my nipple.
- Lean slightly forward, - with my other hand I gently pressed on her back, and she immediately bent. Elena Nikolaevna, silently following my instructions, rested her hands on the table. Now, with my second hand, I reached up to pick her dress up from below, continuing to pull at her nipples and crush her breasts. A little effort, and the dress is completely crumpled, she found herself at Elena Nikolaevna at the waist. It turned out that she still put on her panties. White, thin, almost transparent - in one sharp movement, I pulled them down to my knees. Thus, in front of me loomed her, undisguised, appetizing ass. I could not resist, and gently slapped the teacher on the buttock. Elena Nikolaevna shuddered, but remained submissively standing in a pose.
Approaching close to her, I pressed against her, pressing her to the table. I was ready to fuck her, but first, it was necessary to check whether she was ready. Slightly opening her halves, I touched my fingers to her sexual lips. The teacher just gasped and spread her legs wider. Her girl was neatly shaved, it was immediately evident that she was preparing well. So nothing prevented me from playing with her wet point. After losing a little clitoris, I penetrated my fingers between the genital lips. Yes, she was ready. Her fingers gleamed from her discharge and moved freely inside her. I quickly found in her very sensitive places, because very soon, she quite purred and twisted her ass towards my fingers.
With the other hand, I unzipped my pants, and lowered them down. Member has long stood firmly, and asked for freedom, in her cherished places. After that, with the same hand, I pressed even more on her back. And she, yielding, almost lay down on the table. Touching her nipples on the cold surface, she moaned excitedly. As it turned out, she was a passionate woman, and did not hold back her emotions.
“You're so hot ... you want me to fuck you?” - I drove the head of the penis on her hot lips, each time, pressing on the clitoris.
- Yes, Igor, I want.
- Then ask me.
“Oh God, fuck me, please ...”
- Will you be my bitch?
For a moment, she was stuck in some kind of stupor. I was afraid to spoil everything with this sentence. But the risk was just pushing. Besides, I knew that she herself wanted it. And so, after a brief internal struggle, she agreed.
- I agree.
- Agree to what?
“To be your bitch if you want,” and after a little thought, she added, “I agree on everything.”
Hearing her consent, I grasped her hips with both hands, and pulling at myself, plunged a member into the vagina, planting it to all its depth. The teacher gasped, and to make it more convenient for me, she even more strongly bulged her friend. I certainly took advantage of this, and, ottyanuvshis, once again entered into it, what caused another of her lustful moan.
I did not stop, continued to penetrate into Elena Nikolaevna. Inceptive pace, I just fucked her. There were characteristic sounds in the room — the table squeaked to the accompaniment of women's sighs and groans, slaps from the contact of our bodies, and my content growl. The tension grew. Suddenly, I felt like Elena Nikolaevna beneath me, all trembled, and making a long moan, blissfully huddled in an orgasm. Her vagina was sharply reduced, and then I felt that I too will soon finish. I just managed to stick out a hot member of her wet vagina. In the next instant, having buried my head in the space between the buttocks, I abruptly finished.
Elena Nikolaevna weakened lay on the table, behind all splattered with my sperm. I picked her up and carried her to the couch. Once on the couch, in a horizontal position, she immediately curled up. Covering her with some kind of blanket, I went into the bath.
Returning after a while, I found Elena Nikolaevna, who had already come to her senses. She smiled and looked at me with glitter in her eyes.
- Igor, I do not know what came over me ...
- Did you like it? - I again unceremoniously interrupted her.
- Understand, Igor, I have not slept with my husband for more than three years. And I just had no other men. I do not have enough male affection. Forgive me, you fool, please ...
The smile on the face of the teacher came down, she carried some messages unrelated to each other. Tears came to their eyes. Apparently everything that has accumulated in it, and tormented, suddenly burst out. I sat down next to her and hugged. She continued to tell and tell everything. Choked with tears, and sniffled.
- You probably despise me. - She finished with such a stupid assumption.
- Did you say everything?
“Yes,” she answered, and she smiled sweetly. Apparently, she felt better - thanks for listening to me.
- Did you like it on the table?
The teacher cast a gambling look in the direction where I had recently pressed her with my body.
- Yes, I liked it very much.
- Do you remember what you promised me?
- Be your bitch?
- Will you?
- I will. - She said and climbed to kiss me.