All characters are at least 18 years old. This story is fictional based on facts with embellishments for erotic entertainment. I do not use editors, so there may be grammatical errors and misspellings, please overlook them.
This is a description of my 6th Grade teacher as I remember her, Mrs. P.; She had probably been teaching for about five years when I had her as my teacher. She was about 5'8" tall, 130 lbs., 34B-28-36, had reddish brown hair with a "Bob" hairstyle, (think Dorothy Hamill). Her body was shapely and fit with a smaller waist, with small but modest B-cup breasts, a nice round butt and long, on the thicker side pair of legs. She had her make-up done well and not overdone, with her deep green eyes and attractive face.
My mom had become the Librarian at my school when I was in the 5th grade, so she became a part of the school staff. She had developed a good relationship with Mrs. P., as they would occasionally go out to lunch together on weekends and during the summer break.
After graduating high school, I had moved out with a friend, was working part time and going to a Community College full time.
One day my mom called me and asked if I wanted to have lunch with her down at Mrs. P's. home down by the beach. I told her that I would like that. It had been a few of years since I last saw her.
The day had come for the lunch, so I drove down there to meet everyone. When I arrived, she opened the door and said, "Ken, you're all grown up!"
I smiled, she told me to come in, then she gave me a full body hug. She pressed herself up against me as I could feel every bump and curve of her body. She was still as I remembered, but with a few more pounds added. She was wearing white hot pants and a red sleeveless top, showing a lot of skin.
She asked, "How have you been?, it's been a while since I last saw you."
I said, "Yes, it's been a few years since the last time we saw each other."
Just then the door bell rang, as it was my mom arriving. Mrs. P. greeted her and let her in. We all sat down at the dining room table and enjoyed a great lunch that Mrs. P. had prepared. When we finished we talked for about an hour about my future and what was going on with their lives.
It was a nice day outside so Mrs. P. asked if we would want to walk to the beach. We agreed that that would be fun, so we strolled down to the beach, walked along the sand, but I decided to go for a swim, so I took my shirt off and jumped in. My mom and Mrs. P. sat on the sand and talked while I swam and played in the water.
After a half or so, my mom waved at me to come in, so I got out and we walked back to Mrs. P's. house. When we arrived, my mom received a phone call telling her that she was needed at her church, where she was a very active member, in fact a board member. She said that she had an urgent matter to take care of and needed to leave.
Mrs. P. said, "Go ahead, if it's urgent." "Ken and I can talk to catch up alone."
So my mom left and I asked Mrs. P. if I could shower off from being in the ocean.
She said, "Of course, I'll get you a towel and show you the bathroom."
It felt good to get that salt residue and sand off of me and feel refreshed. While I was in the shower, I thought about Mrs. P. who looked so sexy, so I started to masturbate. I lathered up my cock and started stroking it. It didn't take much to get a raging hard on. As I was jacking off I saw some movement in the corner of my eye, so I looked over but didn't see anything.
I decided to stop before I came, so I rinsed off, dried off, got dressed and walked out to the living room where Mrs. P. was sitting on her couch.
She asked, "Feel better, getting cleaned up?"
I answered, "Yes, thank you for letting me use your shower."
She asked, "Was it a good relief?"
I asked, "What do you mean?"
