Female teacher at an art school

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At the end of July 2007, we were incredibly busy at work. Everyone was working themselves to the bone, and our tempers were getting increasingly short-tempered – we were all completely overwhelmed.

The best way to relieve stress was to drink. Every now and then, a few of us in the department would take turns treating each other. In the summer, the barbecue joints here were booming; eating barbecue and drinking beer was our main activity.

One evening, my colleague Xiao Wang treated us to a meal, bringing his wife and one of her female classmates. It was just the four of us at "Jinzhou Li Ji Barbecue" (one of our usual haunts).

Xiao Wang's wife was a teacher at our local art school, and the classmate she brought was from the same department and also taught dance at the school. Xiao Wang and I sat on one side, and the two women sat on the other.

Hey, these two women, from their appearance and mannerisms, were clearly the fashionable type – art school teachers, and their physical attributes were exceptionally good. Her colleague wasn't very tall, maybe a little over 160cm, with a delicate face, shoulder-length hair, and fashionable clothes. The most eye-catching thing was her low-cut dress; her two white breasts were squeezed together, almost suffocating. My colleague noticed me staring at them lecherously and kicked me occasionally. Damn it, I wasn't even looking at your wife! After dinner, I met the female teacher, and we exchanged phone numbers.

The third day, I couldn't wait to send her a text: "I'll treat you to fatty beef tonight, don't refuse." We agreed on a meeting place, and I drove over to pick her up. She was wearing another low-cut blouse, her breasts still tightly pressed together. At Tianfu Fatty Beef, we went into a small private room and ordered a ton of stuff, including six bottles of Tsingtao Light Beer.

We started clinking glasses and chatting about trivial gossip. During this time, slightly tipsy, my gaze repeatedly wandered between her breasts. She could drink a lot; because I had to drive, I only drank two bottles, but she finished the remaining four.

This time, we didn't talk about anything related to feelings. Afterwards, we went to a coffee shop for cappuccinos.

Then I took her home.

The next day, my department went to Tanggou Hot Spring Resort for a meal. Afterwards, they played mahjong and went to karaoke. I made an excuse that I had drunk too much and went back to the hotel alone. Lying in bed, I started texting her. We chatted from 3 pm until 11 pm, sending more than 150 messages in total (which resulted in my phone being disconnected due to unpaid bills; I later checked online and found all 150 messages). At first, we just talked about everyday topics. Later, I thought of a way to get her: I would ask her to go on a trip. She said she wanted to go rafting, although I wasn't interested because I can't swim and have no interest in water sports. But I still agreed to take her on the trip. She said she wanted to bring her sister along, but I made an excuse that I didn't know her well and wanted to take her alone. She eventually agreed, and my blood started boiling. I started planning how... Hmph, as long as you come with me, I'm sure I can win you over.

After returning to the city from Tanggou, we went to the supermarket to buy some travel necessities. On August 13th (a date I remember vividly), I took leave from work and picked her up at 5:30 in the morning. We started heading towards the Red River Valley for rafting. Two hours later, we were far from our city. On the way, I began to express my feelings for her and gently touched her hand; she didn't pull away. My penis started to get aroused in the bumpy car. I started looking at the surrounding scenery while driving. When we arrived at the tourist area, I asked around and found out that there was a forecast of heavy rain in the afternoon, and the rafting was canceled. I suppressed my excitement and pretended to say, "What a waste of time!" I even asked the staff member in a pretentious manner, "

Can we raft tomorrow?" The answer was no. Ah! My chance had come.

So I told her to find a place to stay and check tomorrow morning to see if we could raft. She agreed. I drove to the nearest city and found the best hotel in the small town. I pretended to check the car and asked her to ask if there were any double rooms available. She asked and said yes. (Later she told me that she had asked about the double room, and she thought it over. She assumed that since we could only stay together, nothing else would happen. She initially thought I was quite respectable and just going on vacation.) Once in the room, I said, "You must be tired from the journey. Let's take a shower and rest for a bit." She agreed and went in to shower first. After showering, she wasn't wearing a bathrobe, just a blouse and denim shorts, revealing her white thighs. I went in and took a quick shower. After thinking for a while, I simply wrapped a towel around my lower body and came out. I poked my head out of the bathroom and saw her leaning against the window watching TV. So I joked (actually, I was testing her) and said, "I'm not wearing any clothes, it's too hot." She turned her head away shyly, looking out the window. I went out and quickly crawled into bed, covering my lower body with the blanket, leaving only my upper body exposed.

At this point, my penis was already bulging against the towel, and my heart was racing. What was the point of pretending? Let's begin.

I said to her, "Come sit on the bed and watch TV, standing is tiring." She hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the bed. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into my arms. She lay down beside me without resisting. I looked into her eyes, pressed my face against hers, and our lips met. I started kissing her. She was a good kisser; it felt wonderful. She closed her eyes, waiting for my next move. I started touching her breasts, unhooking her bra. Damn, these were the biggest and most alluring breasts I'd ever had with any woman. I took off her shirt and pulled down her panties. I rolled over and pinned her down, stroking her genitals. The moment I touched her vaginal opening, damn, it was sticky, full of her juices. Before I could even pull off her skirt, I grabbed my penis and thrust it in hard. (I always thrust in hard; the feeling is indescribable. Incredibly pleasurable.) With a gasp, I started working on her, kissing her, holding her, touching her breasts, my penis pounding against her vulva. Her juices splattered everywhere, soaking the sheets. There was no time to change positions. Let's stick to this one. Her big breasts were so tempting, swaying wildly back and forth with each thrust. Her

moans were the most beautiful I'd ever heard. Some women are shy about making loud noises in bed, but this woman was so into it, almost like a Japanese adult film actress. After a final climax, I ejaculated, a deep roar, shooting my load onto her belly. She covered her face with a towel and said something that made me both angry and amused: "You pervert!" After a few more moments of tenderness, I started to feel hungry; I hadn't eaten anything properly all day. We

agreed to find a small barbecue restaurant, drank some local beer, and then went back to the hotel, embracing each other. After showering, we got into bed. She started kissing me, from my neck to my lower abdomen, offering to give me oral sex. I felt embarrassed; we'd only known each other for a few days, and we'd just had physical intimacy. I pulled her back, and I've regretted it ever since—I should have let her have it.

The second time, we weren't in a rush. We started changing positions, fully enjoying our sex. However, when she was on top, she seemed clumsy and inexperienced. The drive was too long, so we went to bed early that night. I woke up in the middle of the night, my penis was hard, and I wanted to have sex with her. She refused: "We have to drive tomorrow, don't tire yourself out." My heart warmed instantly; she was starting to care about me. At 6 a.m., despite her refusal, I had sex with her again. After breakfast, I called the rafting station and was told it was closed for the day. Oh well, maybe next time. Before leaving at noon, looking at her high, white breasts, I got excited again, grabbed her, and had sex with her wildly on the table. Then we showered, packed up, and drove back to the city.
[The End]

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