Peeping at beautiful teachers having sex

This happened a long time ago, during my final year of junior high, and even now, thinking about it still stirs a faint emotion within me!

She was our English teacher. When we entered junior high, she had just graduated from university and started teaching us. The first time she stepped onto the podium, I was immediately struck by her beauty! Wow, what a stunning woman! Big, bright eyes, long, flowing hair—I still remember she was wearing a black turtleneck sweater that day, and even the sweater couldn't hide her curvaceous figure.

Naturally, from then on, English class was probably the most attentive class for all the boys in the class. Every day, we would stare intently at her, watching her cherry lips utter each word—it was truly a pleasure. Oh, and her voice was incredibly pleasant too.

Perhaps because she had also just graduated, and we were among her first students, she was happy to mingle with us during her free time. She even welcomed us to come to her dormitory anytime to ask her questions, which was one of our ways of deliberately getting closer to her.

Oh right, that was in the 1990s. Back then, new teachers like her weren't eligible for proper housing. Since she was from out of town, she lived in a single room assigned to her by the school. That single room belonged to an older two-story building. The first floor was used as a storage room for various school supplies, such as medicine balls and barbells for physical education classes. Half of the second floor was for music teachers, and the other half had five or six rooms—the single dormitories. Each room was about 8 or 9 square meters. The door and a window were on the side facing the corridor. Outside the window was a wall, slightly shorter than the window. On the other side of the wall was an old factory, where a five-story building had been constructed, but the building's windows didn't face the dormitory.

Actually, in the first and second years of junior high, my feelings for her were just a vague, boyish attraction. It was simply because she was young, beautiful, and our teacher, so it was natural to like being around her. Until we got older, and entered the third year of junior high… Before the incident in the title, there were two things that might be considered triggers.

The first was in class one day. She was wearing a new dress. Everyone was engrossed in an exercise, and I encountered a part I didn't understand, so I raised my hand to ask her a question. She came over, leaning slightly to answer me. As she explained the problem to me with her pen, she probably leaned too far forward, and the dress was too loose. I suddenly saw her bra through the neckline—a snow-white bra covering her even whiter breasts, revealing half of one orb. In those days, there was no internet, except for a few slightly erotic comics. This was probably the first time I had seen a young woman's real breasts so closely. You can imagine how much it affected me! I quickly looked away from the problem, but my mind was completely blank, and I had no idea what she had said to me. I'm pretty sure she didn't know about my fleeting glance. Unfortunately, perhaps she also thought the dress was too loose afterwards, and although I hoped countless times afterward, I never saw her wear that dress again.

Another time was during a review session after an exam. That day, she was wearing a white, tight-fitting top. I took the handed-out test papers and went to the podium to ask her a question. As she was explaining, she accidentally bumped the pointer that was placed in front of the podium. The pointer, being round, tumbled forward and fell onto the desk of a student in the first row. Perhaps afraid of hitting another student, she instinctively leaned forward to try and catch the falling pointer. She missed the pointer, but her firm breasts pressed against my arm, which was resting on the test papers. I only felt a firm yet incredibly soft touch pressing against me. Although it was only for a brief moment, my brain felt like it had been electrocuted, and my penis instantly became erect!

It was probably because of these two incidents that my vague feelings for her escalated into a strong desire. Every night before bed, I would indulge in fantasies about her. One day, it suddenly occurred to me that I was already in my final year of junior high. If I got into a different high school, I might never see her again. I had to do something. This thought grew stronger and stronger, but I still didn't know what I should do. I wasn't impulsive enough to be so reckless as to sexually assault a teacher. Until one weekend… It was a Saturday. My dad was away on a business trip that day, and my mom's company had organized a trip, so I was home alone that night. Because I was in my final year of junior high, I had to attend extra classes in the morning. During English class, I deliberately asked her a lot of questions, then pretended not to understand, and then took the opportunity to ask her a few more questions after school at her dormitory. After school, I ran to her dormitory. It was already summer, and all sorts of insects were increasing. Some of the windows in her dormitory were broken, and she usually covered the broken parts with newspaper. While I was asking a question, finally, a cute fly landed on the newspaper on the window. I told the teacher, "Teacher, there's a fly!" She looked and was about to get a fly swatter when I quickly swatted it dead with a book. Unfortunately, I tore a hole in the newspaper in the process. You see, I did it on purpose.

After leaving her dormitory, I didn't go home. I ate lunch and dinner outside, then quietly slipped into the factory next door, found a place to do my homework, and waited for nightfall. What a long wait it was! Even at 8 pm in summer, it's still light. Finally, it got completely dark. I ran to the back of the building opposite her dormitory, climbed up the drainpipe to the height of the wall, then jumped over it. I dared not openly peer through the hole, so I straddled the wall and used a periscope-like device I'd made in craft class, extending the tip about half a meter from the hole. This way, I could see inside the dorm without anyone noticing anything amiss.

Through the periscope, I saw her talking to a man, vaguely discussing school matters. I recognized him; he was her boyfriend, a college classmate who now taught at another high school in the city. I felt a restlessness, a strange feeling that I could see more than I expected.

I watched her every smile and gesture tirelessly. It was almost 11 o'clock when the man suddenly hugged her and began kissing her. She responded passionately, and then he started kneading her breasts. Perhaps because it was the weekend, the other single dorms were empty, so they weren't particularly reserved. I could even hear the teacher's soft moans. They kissed for about ten minutes. The man started to unbutton the teacher's shirt, and I saw her beautiful figure. Without her clothes, her skin was dazzlingly white even in the dim light.

Soon, her bra was also unhooked. Her breasts were hemispherical, with only slight curves at the top, but the lower half was very full. From what I remember now, I'd guess she was a B cup. Her breasts changed shape in the man's hands. That scene was so stimulating to me; I felt my penis was painfully hard. In countless recollections since then, this scene is the most unforgettable, even surpassing what I saw next.

Then the man pulled the teacher down onto the bed. I moved the periscope to a position where I could see the teacher's face. Her eyes were slightly glazed, half-closed, her head turned to one side, her teeth biting her lower lip. The man's head was on her chest, and I could imagine him suckling her breasts. About ten minutes later, the man had also taken off his clothes. From my angle, I could no longer see him, only the teacher's upper body. "A beautiful woman's body lies prostrate in the night"—that's probably what they mean by this scene. The teacher's body was constantly moving back and forth, her head shifting position, sometimes swaying left and right, sometimes jerking upwards. Her beautiful hair was constantly sweeping back and forth, and her breasts were bouncing back and forth like little rabbits. But annoyingly, most of the time, the man was kneading her breasts with his hands, so I could only see one arm.

After doing this for about ten minutes, the teacher suddenly reached out her arm as if pulling her boyfriend, and her moans grew louder. I even thought I heard two "come on, come on" sounds. Then the teacher's body trembled violently, her lips quivered, her entire body arched on the bed, and then fell back down.

A while later, the man lay down, completely blocking the teacher's view. I could only see his back. I was incredibly excited for it to continue, but unfortunately, three minutes later, the man reached out and pulled the light cord by the bed, plunging the dormitory into darkness.

I cautiously and quietly climbed over the wall, not daring to make any sudden movements. I slowly lowered myself down, my penis hard against the wall. After landing, I ran away first, then started masturbating in a dark corner, closing my eyes to relive what I had just witnessed, as if I were on top of the teacher, as if I were the one making her sway her body to meet my rhythm.

After that, I never had the chance to be home alone again, and I could never climb over the wall to spy on her again. About ten days later, I went to the teacher's dormitory again under some pretext to ask her a question, only to find that the tattered newspaper had been replaced. After that, after finishing the high school entrance exam, I went to another high school and never saw my English teacher again.

I thought, things are unpredictable, and perhaps even if I went to spy on her again, her boyfriend might not be there. Besides, perhaps I will be discovered; everything is preordained. To be able to relive those memories in the future is already a rare stroke of luck.

[The End]

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