Playing with female teachers during the pandemic

I met this female teacher through a local chat feature; she lived in a neighborhood near me. During the COVID-19 pandemic last year (February 27th), I was bored and greeted someone nearby. She responded, and that's how our conversation began. At the time, the neighborhood was under lockdown, and she said she had nothing left at home. Since I was assigned to community duty by my workplace and could move around freely, I offered to bring her some things after my shift. She happily agreed. I bought a can of oil near my duty station and gave her a few breams from the company's distribution, delivering them to her apartment complex entrance. When I saw her, she was completely covered up, so I couldn't see her face clearly. She was quite tall. After handing her the things, I tried to hold her hand, but she reflexively pulled away, giving me a slight rebuff.

I kept bringing her groceries and alcohol for a while, until the community allowed group purchases, at which point I stopped. Our conversation was quite eventful. I felt she was a bit moody; she would get angry over a single wrong word. Once, we didn't speak for a week after a disagreement, which made me consider deleting her contact information. Later, I restrained myself and continued chatting with her, a lukewarm conversation that lasted until May. After the neighborhood was unsealed, we met twice. Once, I took the opportunity to touch her hand while reading her palm, but she wouldn't let me touch anywhere else. The female teacher was quite pretty, tall, and curvaceous. During our conversation, she mentioned that she exercised regularly by running.

In mid-May, after more than two weeks of persistent pleading, she finally agreed to go out for shrimp with me. Later, I learned that she had also been going through a difficult time and wanted to get away to clear her head, which is why she agreed to go out with me. On the way there, we talked a lot, mainly about things that had happened to her family: the death of a relative, her husband's involvement in a case, and the principal's harassment, which made her feel like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I offered her some timely advice, without any ulterior motive at the time, which I now realize was quite commendable. That evening, we went to a lobster restaurant and enjoyed a delicious meal. We also had a draft beer, and the atmosphere became quite lively, like a gentle breeze. A young man playing and singing came over and asked, "Handsome, want to dedicate a song to your girlfriend?" I glanced at the playlist and suggested "The Girl by the Bridge."

The young man started playing and singing, and we ate and listened, our cheerful mood making us both a little tipsy. After dinner, we slowly walked towards the hotel. This time, I had prepared in advance and booked a hotel near the Lobster City; the facilities and environment were quite nice. Once in the room, she immediately lay down on the bed, saying she'd had too much to drink. I said I'd had a bit too, and then we turned on the TV and started chatting. After a while, I suggested we rest early, and she said she'd go shower first. I said I needed to shower too, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep. A little while later, she finished showering and came out, asking me to turn off the light before quickly getting into bed. I got up, quickly showered, and then wrapped myself in a towel and got into bed as well. We chatted intermittently, and as we talked, I slowly touched her shoulder from behind. She didn't resist, so I gently stroked her arm. As I touched her, my hand moved towards her chest, and she still didn't resist. Her breasts were full, and her nipples were already hard; I gently caressed them. Soon I reached her pubic hair. Touching down, I found the entrance was already wet. I gently played with her labia minora and clitoris, and she finally let out a faint moan.

After some foreplay, I decisively put on a condom and mounted her. I must say, women who exercise regularly give off a different vibe. Their bodies are full of vitality, their vaginas are tight, their buttocks are fleshy, and their breasts jiggle with each thrust. Just thinking about it now makes me react. I pressed her legs down and thrust forcefully, her moans growing louder, each thrust revealing the pink flesh inside her vagina. After more than 20 minutes of thrusting, I ejaculated. She gasped and rolled over. I held her from behind, and neither of us spoke. We did it five times that night, and the next morning, she was walking a little unsteadily at breakfast. But later, when we talked, she admitted she hadn't had an orgasm that night, just felt very good.

This made me wonder, why are all the guys on the forum so amazing, able to make women orgasm on their first time? I feel like I'm not bad either, so why can't I? Later I thought, many women might be psychologically reserved during their first time, affecting the feeling of sex; or the two people might not understand each other's sensitivities and routines, requiring adjustment; or maybe the guy was just bragging. So, when I see someone bring a woman to orgasm on the first time, I'm often skeptical.

Afterwards, we naturally became more familiar with each other. Once we got to know each other, I felt she was very upright, speaking her mind directly, and liking to say what she didn't like. I said, "No wonder, I initially thought you were quite pretentious," and she laughed heartily. Later, one time, she drank too much at a dinner with colleagues and asked me to pick her up. After I picked her up, we found a hotel nearby, and that night I witnessed her orgasm. So I always say, alcohol is a good thing; it can arouse emotions and allow people to release themselves. That night, she was on top, and I lifted her buttocks and thrust rapidly from below. In less than 20 minutes, she desperately grabbed my arm, biting my shoulder with her teeth, and gushed out. At that moment, I thought I couldn't stop, so I kept thrusting, and the gushing fluid got all over me, and the sheets were soaked. After we stopped, she didn't react for a while. I lifted her buttocks and saw that her pubic hair and labia were also covered in fluid. I was quite excited at that moment. I had heard of squirting before, and now I had actually experienced it myself. The fluid didn't smell like urine; it had a faint, indescribable smell, not unpleasant. Later, after doing it many times, I discovered that she squirted more easily after drinking alcohol, and her orgasms were particularly intense. From then on, we would drink a little with each other whenever we had the chance, and I felt like I was becoming numb to alcohol.

I've continued to get along with this female teacher, and our sex life has been very harmonious. However, she has a very strong personality, and she sometimes gets angry, which annoys me. She's also quite clingy, but she's kind at heart, so I still enjoy being with her.

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