Finally, I met my former homeroom teacher.

That was when I was in junior high school. I was fortunate enough to be assigned to the city's key high school. Needless to say, my grades were terrible. I was quite timid in school and didn't dare to speak much. Our homeroom teacher, who taught English, was very strict. At that time, she was only 27 or 28 years old, already married with a child under one year old, and often physically punished students. I was honest and playful, and my studies weren't very good. In addition, our teacher was very materialistic, and my family's financial situation was average,

so I became one of the students who were frequently physically punished by the teacher.

Our homeroom teacher wasn't very old, and her teaching methods were varied. If students were afraid to go up and be beaten now, they would have been. Back

then, I was timid, and I was terrified of being called to school by the teacher and having my parents expelled. I was often beaten.

How should I put it? My homeroom teacher was of average appearance, but very pretty and had a good figure. She often wore tight-fitting business clothes. She had a round, small buttocks, some freckles on her face

, but her features were still delicate. She was a mature woman. I already had this concept of liking mature women back then, which was quite early.

Because of the frequent physical punishment, I sometimes masturbated. I didn't want to think about her, but I occasionally had random thoughts about her. Later, my studies didn't go well, so I graduated from junior college early and started working.

As I spent more time in society, I became much bolder and started to talk more. Having charmed the girl with sweet words and had many romantic encounters, I understood women's hearts better.

One day, I thought of my homeroom teacher.

She was now over ten years old, in her forties, a time when desires were high but marriages were lukewarm.

I was excited and took action.

I contacted a former classmate, and after going through several people, I finally got her QQ number.

I said a relative wanted to get into that school and I wanted to inquire about something.

Because I was usually too fierce, my classmates were unwilling to contact me.

I finally got her number from a top student in my class.

I used a secondary account to test it out first, to see if it would work.

If it didn't verify, I would explain my purpose, which was to inquire about the school admission. As it turned out, the secondary account verified. Sure enough

, she was a flirtatious girl.

I chose to add her in the afternoon. If she was at school, she didn't have any major classes in the afternoon, which was a good time to chat with me.

After verifying,

I used the usual flattery.

Because it was a

secondary account, it had a special identity, name, and occupation. I made it up myself, specifically to pick up girls so that if something happened, they would come to my house.

Usually, people who pick up girls would know

this. They asked me why I said I just added her randomly and didn't know her. I didn't

ask about her occupation,

otherwise I would say, "Teacher, you'll know when you meet me later." I had planned

this. We chatted like this every day. Every afternoon from Monday to Friday, I chatted with her

about the same topics. Everyone knows how to talk about women – compliment her, observe her signature and log to understand her personality and hobbies, and keep praising her.

Gradually, the conversation turned to sex.

Her husband works in a government office; at his age, he's been exposed to smoking and drinking every year, and his health is failing. She's left with a voracious appetite.

Then I slowly teased her, saying I'd be willing to be her confidant, to help her with her problems. I had to be patient; I couldn't initiate the meeting. If I did, I'd be in trouble. Over time, if you don't ask her out, she'll think you're reliable and not taking advantage of her; she'll share more with you. The more we talked, the more she felt I understood her and wanted to meet. I declined a few times, saying I was busy, to let her know that even though we chatted every day, my career was still going strong. She liked me personally.

During our chats, I'd share how I do things with my wife – various places, positions, and many novel ideas. For example, as you've seen in my previous post, teachers are generally open-minded and accepting of these things.

This was also the groundwork for our next meeting.

Luckily, "The Golden Age" was showing around that time.

Finding an art film these days is difficult; art-house women, especially teachers, love this kind of movie, and there weren't many available. So

, I arranged to meet her. I

was worried she'd recognize me, even though the photos I showed her were genuine and I thought she wouldn't recognize me—after all, it's been over ten years, who would remember?—but I was still afraid she'd recognize me and things would fall

apart, so I deliberately went to the theater early. I mentioned there was traffic on the way, and we just bumped into each other before entering. We chose the last row. Around that time, a movie like *Breakup Buddies* was showing, so there were very few people. We slowly got into the movie. Since it was our first time meeting, and the plot was slow, we chatted in the last row without being disturbed. A few jokes made her laugh, and the distance between us lessened considerably. She even lightly hit me, which I noted. I knew this was a signal that she wasn't rejecting physical contact. I slowly placed my hand on her thigh and continued chatting. That day, she was wearing black stockings, which I had requested before meeting her because I liked them, haha. They felt incredibly smooth to the touch,

and we both understood without saying a word. We continued watching the movie. I wasn't paying attention to her breathing; I could hear it was uneven, and I knew she was aroused. I gave her a kiss in the darkness, and she responded somewhat. Gradually, we embraced and kissed passionately, my hands moving up and down her stockings. I could clearly feel where they were wet, teasing her relentlessly. I even pinched her breasts hard to get revenge for the time she hit me. She seemed to enjoy it; it seemed like there was some SM involved. She was

slowly getting wet, so I inserted one hand. It was her first time being so nervous and excited in public, and she was incredibly wet. I pulled my hand out and licked it in front of her, then kissed her fingers, both of them very passionately. Then, seeing that the time was right, I made an excuse and said, "Let's go, I have something to pull." We got into the car. It was around 10 o'clock. The cinema was connected to the shopping mall, and the mall's parking lot was almost empty after closing time. Plus, I had deliberately parked in a very remote spot. We both understood each other and went straight to the back seat. Our

first car sex session was a real treat for me. The details are something everyone knows. She was very wet and very good at licking. Because her husband wasn't good enough, she often needed foreplay and licking before penetration.

After we finished, we chatted and rested, talking about some everyday things. I asked her... I was a teacher at that school, and then I said, "What a coincidence, I went to the same school," and so on. I mentioned that she looked familiar, and it turned out she was my homeroom teacher. We naturally became clear about our relationship. We'd already slept together once, so I wasn't worried about her objecting, but I didn't expect we wouldn't do it again. She didn't say much, but I could tell from her eyes that she was a little incredulous and regretful. I seized the opportunity and said how much I liked her back then, and how I deliberately misbehaved to get her attention, etc. Damn it, how did I even meet you back then

? She was very moved by what I said,

and we chatted for a long time. After resting,

we slept together again. From then on, we would occasionally meet up to reminisce about our school days. I also learned about the current situations of several female classmates, some of whom were divorced, etc. It was like gathering information on the next girl, haha.

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