Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

I began to lift my skirt, higher and higher until my stocking tops came into view. I saw him smile to himself, and he rubbed his groin again. He motioned for me to continue. I lifted my skirts until I was holding it high above my waist. Then he made me turn around and show him my bottom. He shuffled over to me again and I felt him start to caress my bottom cheeks. Again I was aware of his strong body odour. His fingers found their way under the waistband of my knickers and then carried on down until he was stroking my bare cheek.

"Lovely tight little arse. You've got a good little body here haven't you? Who would have thought that one day you would be standing here with your tits out, lifting your skirt so that I could get my hand into your knickers. You really are much more friendly now, aren't you?"
"Yes." I murmured.
"Turn around." I did so at once.
He began to stroke the inside of my thighs, getting higher and higher.
"What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a college teacher."
"I bet the boys all love your lessons. Do you ever give them a flash of your knickers, just to keep their attention?"
"No!, Never!" I gasped.
"Pity. I bet they'd love that, or better still let them have a look down your top. Boys love to look down a woman's top. I bet if you let them see your tits, you'd make their dreams come true. Wouldn't you like to please so many young lads then? No? I can't say I'm surprised. You may have become more friendly, but you're still a stuck up bitch, aren't you. Do you like me stroking your thighs?"
"It feels nice, yes."
"I'm really close to your cunt now, aren't I? Are you looking forward to me feeling your cunt?"
"No."

"I think it's time for you to take that skirt off, don't you."
Without responding, I opened the fastening of my skirt, let it drop to the floor, then picked it up and put it with the rest of my clothes.
"Not much left now. In a minute I'm going to have those knickers off you. Then I'll be able to see your cunt. You want me to see it, don't you?"
His constant taunting and teasing was beginning to affect me. I found the sight and smell of him disgusting, but the fact that I was here with him, as his plaything, his to use, abuse and humiliate, was incredibly exciting. The way he kept telling me what he was going to do to me, making me answer his questions, was building the adrenaline in me.

"I said 'you want me to see your cunt, don't you?'"
"Yes, I mean no. I don't know. Just tell me what you want me to do."
"Is it hairy?"
"No."
"No hair at all?"
"No. I shave it."
"You shave it! So I'm going to see a bald little cunt in a minute, just like those cheap bitches in the magazines. Why do you shave it?"
"Alan likes it that way."

"Oh, so Alan likes it that way, so you keep it nice and smooth for Alan, is that right?"
"Yes."
"What else does Alan like you to do? Does he like to fuck you?"
"Yes."
"Does he like you to suck him off?"
"Yes."
"Take your knickers off."
"What?" His sudden change of tack had momentarily thrown me.
"Take your knickers off. I want to see your bald little cunt."