This story dates back to the time when I was a freshman in college. Aged eighteen, I was well-built, tall, and decent looking. Being a part of the college football team, I got a lot of action. This one time, a girl blew me in the locker room toilet just before a game to get me pumped. I fucked her brains out in the same toilet after we won that game because I scored a brace.
Life was good until I sustained a nasty injury in a game, which put me out of the football scene. With some time to spare since I couldn't play football, I joined the organizing team for the inter-collegiate debate being hosted by our college at the insistence of my roommate (he was the secretary of the Debating Club and knew I needed a change because I was feeling a little depressed due to my injury). We were all assigned responsibility for outstation delegations-I was made in-charge of the team from the Delhi based St. George's College-a very prestigious and elite institution.
On the designated day, I went to the airport to greet the team. It was routine stuff, but my jaw dropped when I saw the stunning lady who accompanied the delegation. Her name was Rachel Abraham, and she was a teacher at St. George's. I'd spoken to her over the phone a few times, and had found her voice enchanting. Little did I know that her voice would be nothing compared to her body. Wearing a chiffon sari with a sleeveless blouse, she was revealing much of her flat stomach for free viewing. The relatively low neckline of the blouse gave a generous view of her breasts when she bent down to pick her luggage up.
Full Sushmita Sen vibes from Main Hoon Na! She was blessed with an hourglass figure and a dusky complexion-a true Indian beauty. Her breasts weren't very large, yet they were perfectly well proportioned with her body. Their perkiness made them look bigger. She was hot enough to make the two female debaters on the team invisible for me-women my age who were wearing tank tops and shorts, showcasing their slender legs and toned abs-women I should've been thinking about banging. I could feel a twitch in my pants, which I readily adjusted to ensure it wasn't noticed. I introduced myself and she smiled at me-she had a pleasant personality in addition to her hotness.
Over the next two days, I got to spend a lot of time with Rachel ma'am-it was mostly the two of us post breakfast, once the debating sessions started. Unlike the other teachers who were quite old, she was interested in exploring the campus. I learnt more about her as we talked. She was 30 years old, and had been teaching for only 2 years. There was definitely some sexual tension between us. When we were in one of the quieter spots in college, she remarked about how this would be a perfect spot to hook up and jokingly said that I probably had my fair share of fun there, and winked at me. She also told me about her recent breakup and asked me about my relationship status.
Soon, things got a little heated between us when we were in the gym area. After looking around a little to ensure nobody was around, she turned her back towards me and asked me to tie one of the strings of her blouse that had become loose. Removing her silky hair from her back with her hand, she exposed her backless blouse to me. Seeing her bare back made me extremely horny, and I felt like bending her over and taking her then and there. But since I wasn't yet sure what this gesture meant, I restrained myself, only daring to run my fingers over her back. She devilishly smiled and let out a chuckle in response. I stepped it up a notch and ran my fingers over waist and her stomach. I was a little taken aback when she put her palm on my neck. This was the signal I needed. Reading the room, I proceeded to kiss her neck while holding her waist with both hands, one hand slowly moving downwards, towards her pussy. This made her let out a little moan. Just as the fun was beginning, we heard the sound of footsteps coming from the adjacent corridor. I quickly broke contact with her, she tidied her sari up, and we fled from the spot-our cheeks a little red.
We didn't have any opportunity to get intimate after that during the course of the day, even though the sexual tension between us was off the charts. The conversations were full of innuendo and lots of touching went on. We were almost caught playing footsie under the dining table.
That night was the 'break night'-where the teams that qualified for the knockout rounds on the last and final day would be announced. It usually involved good food and a lot of under-the -table alcohol and drugs, which more often than not led to a fuck fest.
I was looking forward to seeing what Rachel ma'am would wear to this party. Would it be another sexy sari or perhaps something more modern-a dress maybe? I wanted to fuck her so bad I could feel the bulge in my pants just by thinking about her. To my disappointment, she was nowhere to be seen. I looked around a lot, and saw her delegation, but couldn't spot her. Just as I was going to ask one of the hot female debaters on the St. George's team about her whereabouts, I heard the teacher in-charge of our debating society calling my name out. She informed me that Rachel ma'am wasn't feeling well and was resting in her room. She handed me a strip of Crocin tablets and asked me to deliver them to her room, which was in the girls hostel block. For good measure, I also procured a bottle of vodka from a friend and took it along. Ordinarily, men were not allowed to go into this block, but since I had permission from the teacher-in-charge, I was allowed.
I climbed the stairs in anticipation, my heartbeat racing. Once in front of her room, I regained my composure, straightened my clothes, and then knocked on the door. She opened the door and smiled at me. She was wearing a long kurta. Just a long kurta. The off white chikankari kurta revealed her perfect figure. I also noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and saw her perfect, perky breasts for the first time. Her toned legs were on full display, and although she was wearing underwear, I could see her thigh gap through the kurta. She looked up and down, sizing me up. Taking the bottle of vodka and the strip of Crocin tablets from my hands, she walked into the room, and I followed her after carefully locking the door.
Throwing the Crocin tablets into the bin, she leisurely sat down on the single bed, putting one hand behind her and taking a swig from the bottle with the other. 'You know why I asked her to send you?' she said, before gesturing to me to sit down next to her. I upped the ante and sat on my knees in front of her instead. I bent down to pick her legs up and placed them on my shoulders. I kissed her calves and slowly made my way up to her thighs, just shy of her pussy, which made her put the bottle on the bedside table and lie down on the bed. I yanked down her underwear and saw her pussy for the first time-it was so perfectly symmetrically, without any lips jutting out-a mystical cave awaiting exploration. She had a slight bush around it, but that didn't matter to me. Despite my strongest urge to take her then and there, I decided to engage in some foreplay to set the mood.
Again, I went back to kissing and caressing her calves. Slowly, I went up to her thighs, progressively going towards her womanhood-taking it nice and easy. Her response to this was to play with her breasts through her kurta and let out soft moans. Her pussy was beginning to get wet when I put my mouth to it. Gently kissing it, I experienced her left hand reach out and touch my hair, trying to grab a hold of them. I continued kissing the exterior before inserting my tongue inside purposefully.
Her moans became louder when I did this, and I went deeper in response. I ran the length of my tongue inside her pussy, touching every crevice and corner-feeling the soft, wet insides. I went a little deeper, exploring the depths of her pussy. While we were absorbed in the passion of our intimacy, her phone suddenly rang-distracting both of us and waking us from our menagerie. I removed my mouth from her pussy to allow her to attend the call. Her response made me understand it was the teacher-in-charge of our debating society, which is when a naughty idea was conceived in my mind.
