The subway

"Class, let's begin English class now," the English teacher said in a sexy voice.
Once class started, the teacher kept writing words on the blackboard, while I absentmindedly copied notes, constantly glancing at the beautiful teacher before me. Today, the teacher was dressed the same as yesterday, but upon closer inspection, I could see the outline of dark-colored panties on her skirt, and the thin straps of her bra were clearly visible on her back. It seemed the teacher was wearing black underwear today. This mysterious color made me even more curious about the teacher's true inner world. When the teacher wrote on the blackboard, she lifted her round buttocks, making the lines of her panties even more obvious. This strong visual stimulation made me start imagining the voluptuous body beneath her clothes. The more closely I looked, the more I wanted to tear that thin suit apart. These thoughts kept rising in my mind, making me completely unable to concentrate on my studies.
Time flies, and the first midterm exams were over in no time. I failed Chinese and English, and my teacher gave me a severe beating with a cane. My butt hurt even sitting in the chair. After class, I was kept behind for a lecture, of course, the usual things like not letting my parents down and focusing on my studies. All I could say was, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
But in my heart, I was thinking: It's all the teacher's fault! If her breasts weren't so perky, and she didn't sway her high, round buttocks to tease me during class, how could my grades be so bad? Now, it's just me and the teacher in the classroom. I really want to rush forward and tear her jumpsuit apart, to rape this beautiful female teacher right there in the classroom, to make her sexy lips kiss me and say: "I'm sorry! It's my fault, it's my body that makes it impossible for you to concentrate in class. Enjoy it!"
Seeing my distracted state, the teacher scolded me even more fiercely. When I looked up and saw her cold, menacing face, I was immediately terrified and dared not make a move. But this only made things worse for my little brother, who could only be suppressed in my underwear, unable to be satisfied.
On the way home, I was dejected, but my other head was spurred on. What would I do for the next monthly exam if this continued? That awful teacher was so harsh; I had to get my revenge. If I could sleep with her, I wouldn't have to have these wild thoughts in class anymore. But how could I entice her to submit to such a fierce teacher? Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. Heh... heh... heh... that's it!
The next day after school, I deliberately stayed at the bookstore next to the school, reading for almost twenty minutes before I saw my Chinese teacher come out of the school gate. Okay! Today I'll follow her and see where she lives. As it turned out, the teacher walked towards the station and took a southbound tram, which was the opposite direction from my home. It was really inconvenient. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and get on the same tram as her. Since school had already let out, there weren't many people on the tram. Luckily, the teacher focused on grading homework as soon as she got on and didn't notice me sitting in the corner. She didn't get off until we reached the outskirts of the city. I excitedly followed her home and found that her house was quite ordinary, just a multi-story building in an alley. Just as I was about to leave, the teacher came out again. I curiously continued to follow her. The teacher walked to a nearby street, where an older woman came out to greet her and said kindly, "Teacher, you've come! My daughter is upstairs. Thank you for your hard work teaching her today."
It turns out the teacher has private tutoring after class. What a money-grubber! I wonder if there are any other secrets. I'll observe for a few more days. After a week of investigation, I found that the Chinese teacher goes home 20 minutes after school, has private tutoring on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and goes to church on Sunday mornings. She seems to be a devout believer. The biggest discovery is that after church, the teacher is always accompanied by a man who is her protector. It broke my heart. This tall man is our school's physical education teacher. It turns out the teacher already has a boyfriend. How come I never noticed at school?
After this setback, I turned my attention back to my original target, my English teacher. As it turned out, fate was fair; she lived in the apartment in the alley next to mine! Because she always went home half an hour after class, and I was habitually late in the mornings, I had never run into her on the street. Living so close to her, I naturally monitored her schedule even more closely, hoping to uncover more secrets. The next morning, surprisingly, I managed to get up early—it must have been love giving me strength! I happily went to the station to meet my dream girl. At the station, I immediately spotted my tall, slender English teacher and went over to her, saying, "Good morning!"
"Huh! Xiaoming, you live around here too?"
"Yes!"
"How come I've never run into you before?" "
Before, I studied late, so I couldn't get up. Now I'm used to it, and I won't be late anymore," I said, feeling embarrassed.
"Very good! I hope you can keep it up." Just then
, the train pulled into the station, and I squeezed into the carriage behind my teacher. I was surprised by how crowded the morning commuter train was, packed with office workers and students. The closer we got to the school, the more people squeezed in. I started to get excited, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from my teacher. I'd never been so close to her before, and I longed to hug her beautiful body. Seeing more and more people getting in, I pretended to be pushed and shoved, getting closer and closer to her. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and pressed my entire body against her back. The touch was so soft! At that moment, my teacher asked me with concern, "Are you alright?
" "I'm fine! I didn't expect the train to be so crowded this morning; there wasn't even a place to hold onto the handrail!"
"Oh! Teacher, you can hold onto the handrail now. Just hold my left hand."
"Thank you, teacher!" Reluctantly ,
I left the teacher's body and held her left hand. It felt very comfortable to hold a girl's hand for the first time, especially since her palm was so soft and delicate. However, since I was standing behind her, I kept bumping into her body as the carriage swayed. She had to bend her left hand and put it on her back to block me, but this posture made it look like I was pressing her down with my left hand. In fact, I was holding her palm and using all my strength to press against her back. Her body was pressed slightly forward, and she could only use her right hand to desperately hold onto the handrail above the carriage to maintain her balance. I happily watched her struggle. Although she was stronger than me, her left hand was pressed against her back and she couldn't exert any force. If she let go of her right hand, she would fall forward. I cleverly restrained her free right hand, and of course, I didn't hesitate to reach out and touch the beautiful body in front of me.
The female teacher suddenly felt a lewd hand caressing her round buttocks through her thin skirt. It was the first time she had ever been harassed by a pervert on a tram, and she cried out in alarm.
"Teacher, what's wrong? Why is your left hand shaking? Are you feeling unwell?"
The teacher tried to turn her head, but her view was completely blocked by her student's innocent smiling face; she couldn't see anything else. She thought to herself, "Xiao Ming is so young, it can't be him, but there are so many people around, who could it be?" The teacher tried to grab the despicable pervert with her left hand, but her hand, pinned behind her back, was powerless. After a brief struggle, she gave up in frustration. Not wanting to embarrass herself in front of her student, she answered softly after a long pause, "Oh! It's nothing, the tram is just really crowded today."
Actually, I was even more nervous because I hadn't considered the consequences at all. It wasn't until the teacher turned around that I realized something was terribly wrong. Luckily, the teacher didn't seem to realize I was up to anything and nonchalantly turned her head away.
Having never encountered such bad luck before, the female teacher panicked and didn't know how to proceed.
(The next stop is school; I'll have to be patient for now, lest word gets out...)
I noticed that although the teacher was constantly struggling and twisting her body, she couldn't break free from my control. My right hand was caressing her high, round buttocks. Seeing that the teacher didn't do anything to stop me, as if it were tacit approval, I began to push my luck, slipping my hand inside her thin skirt. Following the smooth feel of the stockings, I excitedly moved closer to her inner thighs.
(Stop...stop it...)
Through the stockings, I explored the edge of the panties with my fingers. I never expected the teacher's attire to be so daring; the panties were barely any fabric, seemingly exposing most of her buttocks. To achieve a greater sense of realism, I forcefully hooked my index finger into the stockings and tore a large hole, immediately slipping my hand inside to caress the softest part of her skin.
(Ah! Almost there, I mustn't go any deeper!)
Finally, I was so close to the teacher's skin, and in such a private place. After enjoying the baby-like touch, I began to wriggle my fingers down along the cleft of her buttocks. The teacher desperately clenched her buttocks and legs to prevent my intrusion. Annoyed, I used my little finger to slowly push into the triangle area between her thighs.
(Ah! The tram is starting to stop. I must hold on and absolutely cannot let anyone touch my sensitive spots!)
I didn't expect the teacher to resist so stubbornly. I couldn't insert my little finger anymore. It seemed that I wouldn't be able to wait for the teacher to relax. I angrily pinched the tender flesh on her buttocks. The moment the tram stopped, the teacher rushed out of the carriage with the crowd without looking back. I happily followed her to school, smelling the lingering feminine scent on my fingers.

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