Message-ID: <10729eli$9804291430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: webmaster@xjoy.com (xjoy.com webmaster) Subject: Private Lessons (m/f) - erotic adult story from XJOY.COM Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic Keywords: Sex, adult stories, erotic stories, older women, younger man, private lessons Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6i5unk$j50$0@205.211.154.166> TITLE: Private Lessons FROM: http://www.xjoy.com/ DATE: 04/28/98 When I went to University I was looking forward to meeting lots of exciting new people. When I got there I was disappointed that none of my classmates were all that appealing. I made some good friends, but there wasn't anyone I was particularly interested in having a relationship with. When second term rolled around that all changed. One of my elective courses, I chose a technical field in uni-world, was English. Since highschool I had always liked English, despite a course in my last year lead by a terrible teacher who was horribly biased. I'll stop here for a second to interject a couple of points. After I finished highschool I worked for a few years. During that time I'd dated a few people, including a woman eight years my senior. Almost immediately there was an attraction between my prof and myself. My first thought seeing her was that she was cute. In her forties, she was under 5 feet tall, wore short skirts and different angora sweaters to school. She looked sophisticated yet sexy. What really convinced me of a possible connection was after answering an imagery question during the poetry segment of the course. Everyone laughed when I suggested that the image of the tower in the poem was a penis. Everyone, except the prof, who implored the class to explore it further. As it turns out I was dead on. We continued to cover sexual imagery in poems throught the rest of the class. Whenever we read something a little more explicit she would look to me and I'd start to get horny thinking about her and I fucking. The prof asked me many of the questions, most I ventured an educated guess which was usually dead on. At home I began to think of her often - I couldn't wait until English class rolled around just so I could see her tight body in those sexy skirts and her chest pressed against those angora sweaters. To know me, I'm not one to ask women out, I've always been reserved and shy when it comes to dating. So it was a big gamble when I stayed after class one day. Talk about putting all your eggs in one basket. If she said she wasn't interested I would embarrass myself, make coming to English class more difficult for both of us and run the risk of her requesting I be transfered. (Which wouldn't be so terrible except that I truly enjoyed the class and she was a good teacher) Before any of this I had checked to make sure she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. This was going to be one of the most awkward situations I'd ever been in but she seemed so sexual and she seemed to center much of her attention on me. It was such that some of my classmates actually mentioned that she seemed to favor me. I got teased a little but being more mature than most of them in both years and attitude I didn't take it at face value. Besides, I WAS interested in her sexually. When everyone left I walked up and asked "are you free for dinner tonight?" She looked dumbly at me first and I thought "oh shit, I was completely wrong." Then she smiled which made me feel a little better about asking her. "Only if you're free for sex after." I laughed and said, "you're on." That's how I came to know my English prof more intimately. Dinner was excellent. We went to this restaurant that served all kinds of delicacies. I had escargot and she had a steak and shrimp meal. We had a couple of glasses of wine. We even saw another student pass by the window of the restaurant - they didn't take notice of us. We talked over dinner and got to know each other on a first name basis and cleared the air on teacher/student relationships. I assured her that I was indeed strongly sexually attracted to her and that it was my own decision. True she'd started the ball rolling with her penis poem question but I enjoyed the verbal foreplay. By the time we reached her place we were laughing our heads off joking about having sex in different parts of the school and the consequences of different teachers catching us. I had some pretty straight-laced professors in my other courses and we had a good laugh at their expense. We laughed until we sunk to the couch looking into each other's eyes, then the kissing started. She was an excellent kisser. She kissed with passion, like the poetry she read. Her lips were soft but firm and I could help but to slip a hand underneath her angora sweater. "Let's cut formal convention, I'm horny right now, let's fuck." We undressed each other so quickly I think we would have left Donivan Bailey in the dust at the 100 meter race. She had lovely, small but perky breasts. I went right for them, kissing her nipples, giving them a slight suck. She grabbed my cock and said, "I'm ready now." I'd always thought older women required more foreplay. When I slipped inside her it was slow going. I was sore from having an erection all the way home from the restaurant. She seemed quite pleased when she saw my erection sticking out of my underwear. At 5'11" I'm slim for my height. Not skinny, but slim and athletic. Perhaps not someone you'd expect to have a 9 inch erection. We took it slow at first. Her body was that of a thirty year old, barely showing any signs of aging, tight and firm. She held me to her and we kissed passionately. Passionate kissing really gets me horny. I started fucking her faster and I'd slow for a second to kiss her deeply again and then we'd resume fucking. "Let me on top," she said in between breaths. We switched quickly. She started out slowly to tease me, she knew that I was really horny and just wanted to fuck the hell out of her. The teasing was succeeding because I started moaning, not just out of pleasure but frustration, to get her to fuck me faster. She obliged. I held her hips and she lowered the rest of her body and gripped my sides. Then she started fucking me so hard that our bodies literally slapped together. I came in full force inside her, letting out an agonizing yell that was cut off by her when she clamped a hand on my mouth, grinded down on me one last time and started shivering uncontrollably until she let out her own yell of release. We cuddled after, had some wine and talked about how we could tease each other in class without the rest of the class picking up on it. Just shortly after this wonderful encounter we stopped the poetry section and the sexual imagery completely. Makes you wonder if it was ever really on the curriculum? Anne was very fair about her assessment of my skills. I managed a low eighties in her class; a few people were better, but not many. I've always loved English, now you know why I love it even better. For more stories like this visit http://www.xjoy.com/ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |