Ms. Xiao Jing had a standard melon face, and her eyes were cute with a slit when she smiled. At that time, when she taught us pronunciation, she always boasted of her standard pronunciation and asked us to pay attention to the shape of her mouth, so we all watched her mouth very carefully, and then a lot of wolf cubs should have quietly fallen in love with those two sexy thin lips, right?
I never have personal relations with the teacher, but is considered to be one of the more favorite students of Ms. Xiao Jing, grades are not very top, but occasionally will test out a few good grades, and then barely got into the county key high school. I heard that in the second year she married a teacher from another school, the details are not known. Before we always speculate that she and our school this male teacher secretly in love, or with that male teacher has a leg …… huh. After that, we seldom hear her news, should be in recent years when transferred to other places, gradually her appearance in my mind has been blurred.
Last year in the next home for New Year’s Eve, take the train to the city and then turn to the car. It was raining that day, in the car to see sitting on the other side of the aisle a short-haired MM is very good-looking, pink down jacket appears to be a small and delicate head, just wearing a pair of large rimmed glasses to deepen my impression of the “90 are brain-dead”, I am particularly do not like this kind of “tide” ah “non-mainstream” ah things, but her beautiful and feel somewhat familiar appearance, let me and some familiar appearance. I don’t like this kind of “trendy” ah “non-mainstream” ah things, but her beautiful and feel a little familiar appearance, let me can’t help but stare at a few more eyes, very familiar but how can’t remember. This kind of special attention is very easy to be noticed, and I’m not obscene to avoid her puzzled eyes, four eyes met twice, she suddenly opened her eyes and mouth, as if she finally remembered something: “that that-” when she opened her mouth at me and popped out two words at that moment I finally confirmed that this The moment she opened her mouth and two words popped out at me, I finally realized that the person I thought was some “90s brain-dead kid” was actually my junior high school English teacher, Xiao Jing, whom I hadn’t seen for many years, and whose voice I remembered very well. I remembered her voice very well. The first time I reacted, I had the same expression as her: “Teacher?”
“Ah, it’s really you? What was your name again?” Her face immediately shifted from the trademark surprised expression that both men and women in Korean dramas think of themselves as so-called acting to one of joy, and then immediately changed to one of contemplation.
“Thorn-” I was about to tell her my name.
“Don t say it, I definitely remember, Jing, Jing …… Jing Xing!” She hurriedly interrupted me with a serious face. After some thought, she finally shouted out my name.
“Aye! Wow, Sensei actually recognized me and was able to call out my name accurately!” To be honest I was really happy to have run into the girl of my dreams from a certain time period, and the happiest part was that surprisingly more than a decade later, she could still call out my name. “It wasn’t easy, did I really stand out that much back then, or was I naughty enough, or fuck, she wouldn’t be able to call out the names of every student she taught, would she? That would be sick!” I thought to myself at the time and hurriedly reached out and clasped her still unretracted hand shaking it up hard to show my excitement.
“Of course, you’re “one of” the best students I’ve taught in years! At that time you were just a little bit, now look – grown up ……” Although the admiration flickered, but I still think I captured something. We chatted along the way, and I learned that I had originally graduated in my class, and she had taken another class from freshman to junior year, and then moved up to teach high school, the same school I went to, and by then I had already graduated from high school, so I hadn’t seen her. She had been teaching at that school all these years, and on this day she happened to be going to the city with another female teacher to do some shopping, and that one was delayed by something. We chatted happily, she knew I had finished college, sighed a bit of time flies, but immediately pulled elsewhere, we talked about teaching at that time can think of slightly interesting things, talk about my changes, talk about work and life, and finally almost talk about her feelings …… Damn is the car to the terminal.
It was raining pretty hard when we got off the train, and she didn’t have any rain gear, so I opened my umbrella and worked with her to get both of our bags to the exit hall.
“How far away are you?” She asked me.
“Go to the front and take a three-wheeler and you’ll be home in about an hour and a half!” We had three-wheeled motorcycles with canopies down in the countryside there.
“Is there a car this late? Why don’t you come and stay at my place tonight and catch an early start tomorrow? -Convenient, just myself!” In fact, it was not too late, after 5:00 p.m., but it was winter, and it was raining a little, and the sky was dark. At this time, my lenses are always a burst of rain fog, realized that her frame is no lenses. I was just about to blurt out that I couldn’t, but when I heard that it was just herself, I hesitated, “No – right!” Honestly, I’ve been thinking about it a little bit.
“Gee, come on! It’s in this neighborhood! See how coincidental and rare it is!” Without my further insistence, she headed outside and I had to follow with my umbrella.
“It’s New Year’s Eve. How come you’re alone? “Where’s the teacher’s mom and the kids? How embarrassing.” I walked next to her with my luggage in one hand and my umbrella in the other.
“Pfft! Hahahahaha ……” She suddenly laughed so hard she couldn’t stand up straight.
“What’s wrong?” I froze at a loss for words.
“Did you say Mistress?” It was a long time before she finally slowed down.
“You are my teacher, your husband is my teacher’s mother ah, is the teacher’s grandfather ah, fork generation!” In fact, I also feel that this name is quite awkward.
“Teacher, why are you still acting like a girl? You must be 40 years old, right?” Seeing that she was so friendly, I finally found the courage to express my dissatisfaction with her “brain-dead” costume.
“40?Oh, why don’t you say 100? Guess how old I really am?” She winked at me again as she walked away.
“38?” and I guessed closer to 40. I only saw her cluster her eyebrows and give me a sideways glance, then smile and shake her head.
“thirty- seven? thirty- nine?” and I did the math again, she always had to be in her 20’s after college, and then I had six years of high school, four years of college, and two years out, and it always seemed like she wasn’t far from 40, and I meant to tease her on purpose.
“How about 34, I’m that old in your minds?” At this point she looked ahead, not turning her face sideways, but a smug look could be glimpsed from the side.
“34 and 40 aren’t that far apart haha, how come you still look like this? How did the master mother raise you!”
“What do you mean ghost look, how nice!” She actually shook her hair and turned her face sideways, holding up her eyeglass frames to get a flirty, confident smile.
“Hey …… you don’t seem to have said master mother-” I showed an innocent smile, heartily agree. But at the same time is also really want to make sure that it is not really just herself, don’t come to the time, a nest of small children running to call uncle or big brother, but no gift how embarrassing.
“No Mistress, no children!” She said calmly.
“Single? Older golden leftovers?” Still unsure of the situation, I used an exaggerated tone, trying to ease the awkwardness.
“What leftovers, I’m divorced! The child is at his place these days! Oh,” she is still very calm, but I can still vaguely feel a trace of desolation.
“I’m sorry, teacher!” I thought maybe her husband had taken the kids somewhere and happened to be out of the house, but I didn’t realize it was like this.
“What’s wrong with that? I dumped him! And for five or six years.”
“What, five or six years and you haven’t gotten a new one?” I said in an exaggerated tone again, acting all shocked and feeling like it looked childishly juvenile and a little more like teacher and student with her. “Then wouldn’t we be the lone male-“
“What, afraid I’ll eat you? You’ll always be just little carrot heads in my heart!”
“No no, I am afraid that you are such a piece of cake, I can’t help but sin ah!” I said while searching, “I would like to be a turnip head, when you are alone and lonely, you are still not a turnip cucumber or something all together!”
“I can’t tell, you boys have a way with girls!” She suddenly stopped again and looked at me sideways with her eyes mimicked. As a result, I really didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, I only felt that the flirtatious face really made my heart itch. Or we originally is a long time old friend it, in addition to the teacher-student relationship not to mention, we have the same personality is more cheerful (at least on the surface of me is like this), very talkative.
Sure enough she lives very close, it’s a suite three rooms and two bathrooms, not a bachelor pad as I thought. “Looks like the teacher hasn’t raked in a lot of tutoring money over the years, a, one, person, living in such a big house!” I looked around and flirted with her.
“You sit for a while, later go down to eat!” The little teacher took off the down jacket, revealing a body of curves, leaning don’t be too perfect Oh, really want to nosebleed, really increase this young master fantasy space!
“Uh, why don’t I take the lead and do it at home, don’t go out and break the bank on New Year’s Eve!” I don’t know which she cares more, the trouble of organizing meals at home or the expense of going out to eat. I am afraid that she is more familiar with the neighborhood, and eat with me not to be encountered by any teachers or students, affecting her later life. Although we are about ten years younger than her, but still looks more mature, be misunderstood and she is a couple will not be accidental at all. Moreover, I just want something to happen this night without any accident, so that we don’t go out and wander back again, adding some variables.
“OK yeah, as long as you don’t mind my poor handiwork. Since I usually eat in the school cafeteria or outside, and go home to nibble on the holidays, I’d say it’s coincidental and rare that I happened to buy groceries this morning!”
“Oh, that’s it.” I called home to tell them that I was late and didn’t have a car, so I wouldn’t be able to go back until tomorrow.
In the process of helping to cook, I found that this little teacher is really not the usual stuffy, more than a dozen cans of beer hidden in the refrigerator. She kept praising me as “really good” and “great”, and was especially amazed by my master’s knife skills.
“Cowhide is not blowing ah, this young master Bill wait for the people’s primary teacher’s cooking skills or dozens of times more powerful!” This statement, it becomes completely I am a person in the labor situation, but in the next just want to show in front of your big beautiful performance ……
“You kid is very good ah!” Although it was not sumptuous, when the People’s Teacher sat down in front of a table of flavorful meals, she could not help but be impressed once again by the underling.
“That’s! How about a treat and a kiss?” I stood next to her and stretched my face out, flirting with her again with a bit of tentativeness. If I had thought of her as my teacher when I first walked in the door, and had harbored some awe for her, her clumsiness and hand-wringing in the kitchen just now had made me forget that completely. I’d come to see her as a little girl, without a care in the world.
“Hey, I really don’t know how many innocent girls have been buried by your hands!” The beautiful teacher completely ignored me and picked up her chopsticks to eat.
“Oh, it’s a thousand times worse, I’m still a virgin-” I realized that she wasn’t listening to me again before I finished my sentence, so I had to stop in frustration.
“Uh-huh-good! I’ll get the drinks!” I don’t know if it was inadvertent or intentional, but she had interrupted my nervous breakdown sentence (or “God sentence” for short) four or five times at just the right time.
“Here, beer! Cheers!” She took six cans of beer out and opened one for herself.
“So much alcohol, I wonder how many nights this slut has spent by drinking her sorrows away!” I pondered as I raised my beer ……
“Teacher, I …… have eaten a lot of food at this meal, a bit of an exaggeration, basically I ate five plates clean by myself, maybe I was waiting for her to get drunk by herself! I didn’t drink much, she didn’t eat much, but she always poured her own wine, and already had eight empty cans.
“What?” My teacher’s eyes were already misty, full of blush, so flirtatious and moving.
“You, I feel, trust me!” I’m not really considered a veteran of the flower world, and I’m still hesitant to face a drunken beauty.
“Are you, then, to be trusted?” She held her scented cheeks in one hand and squeezed an empty beer can languidly between two fingers.
I thought for a moment, unsure of what to say, and shook my head.
“I’m not good.” She closed her eyes for a long moment, then opened them again. Took a deep breath in as she closed her eyes and exhaled as she opened them.
“Teacher, you’re drunk, let me help you to rest!” I actually wanted to know what she was going to say. But I was afraid that the story she was telling had nothing to do with the aspect I had guessed was equally heavy.
“I’m not drunk! I-I trust you!” She stood up, wobbling a little. “But you …… think I’m old, and you think I’m …… old, and yet you’re here, and I don’t know what you think.” She looked at me with a bit of a sultry look.
“No, you don’t look old at all, like a leprechaun!” I hastened to make amends for the mistake I had just made, fearing that the cooked pigeon would fly.
“That’s so sweet! Heck, that’s why I’m willing to treat you!” She slowly walked behind me and plopped her whole body down. I could feel her big boobs pressing softly against my back, her arms wrapped around me, and the warm left side of her face pressed against the right side of my face and gently mooshed up.
“Want it? Little virgin!” She said as she opened her sexy mouth slightly and reached out to lick her fragrant tongue into the hole of my ear, blowing aroma in my ear.
“Think! Want it bad!” I was tingling with heat, knowing I didn’t have to say anything more than I knew what to expect from such a long-absent body.
I twisted my body and brought her over so that she was lying across my arms-which honestly felt pretty heavy. She couldn’t wait to wrench my head and press her lips to mine, kissing and licking each other frantically. I worked one hand between her legs, feeling the tenderness of her crotch through who knows how many layers of pants, kneading up slightly harder until my fingers felt sticky and my cock no longer wanted to be pressed like this filling up with blood but not straightening up.
I carried the soft mass in my arms into the master suite and placed her on the bed, sucking on her fragrant saliva as I undressed. I don’t know if it was her drink that had fully come on by this point, but I saw her wriggling lazily on the bed, halfway backing out of her outer pants to her thighs. Then I helped her to strip her lower body, and frankly it was like making love with a puddle of mud, really suffering! It was exhausting just to pull her legs apart and hold them in place. Her skin was so white and smooth, and her pubic hair was beautiful, a simple bush, long and smooth. The labia minora were slightly exposed, and the butterfly wings on the left were slightly longer than the ones on the right, a light purple color. I wasn’t sure if she was drunk before she got into it with me, or if she really meant to seduce me, so I did it hard twice while she was drunk, cumming inside both times-maybe I trusted her, too. Then I fell asleep too.
I don’t know what time in the morning, but I felt her crawl up. A trivial sound entered my ears and I asked her, “What’s wrong?” She seemed to have come to her senses and lazily said, “It’s uncomfortable to sleep with my top on.” That’s when my heart, hanging in the air, let go. I only felt a smooth sheep re-nested into my arms, and it was really softer and warmer.
“Woke you up!” She had her back to me, but was pressed against my chest.
“I think I woke up naturally, I went to bed too early today.” I said, one hand going back up to stroke the flesh between her legs.
“I have to pee!” She said softly, her body moving.
“Oh!” I agreed, backing my hand away.
“Class, the teacher said to pee!” A moment later, she even shook herself in my arms and pouted.
“What’s the matter, to put ah?” Seeing her say and half-motionless, I went up and hugged her tightly again and asked in disbelief.
“Uh-oh!” ……
(concluded)