[A Dream? The Temptation of the Teacher's Body]

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The junior high school stage, filled with struggle, tears, and fantasies, is a path that every boy and girl must take. At this starting point of

love and romance, there are always many stories. During my junior high school years, my life was very

fulfilling and happy because I had a crush on one of my teachers.
It was when I was in the third year of junior high school. At that time, everyone was into having girlfriends. With my good looks, 55

kilograms , and 176 centimeters tall, I naturally attracted a lot of attention. But at that time, the most that boys and girls could do

was hold hands and kiss on the cheek. If you could taste a pink lip, that would be a great achievement.
Although I had a few nice girlfriends at that time, I don't have a deep impression of them now. Only

one earth science teacher—I have forgotten her name, but her image is still deeply imprinted in my mind.
During junior high school, it was popular to watch small movies or go to small MTV venues, but they were expensive. If I wanted to

broaden my horizons, it would cost a lot of my allowance. By chance, I received

a discount coupon for a newly opened store, and I excitedly invited a few friends to go together.
Full of anticipation and excitement, we stepped into the MTV for the first time. We boys exchanged

glances and headed to the restricted section, choosing an action-adult film. I don't remember the details now

, but that experience gave me a deeper understanding of the female body, making me anticipate and

fantasize about contact with the opposite sex. After that, I often daydreamed, especially about my young and beautiful Earth

Science teacher.
My Earth Science teacher, let's just call her Ya Xin, if you remember correctly, she participated in and

won third place in the Miss China pageant. She had a tall, slender figure, a soft

voice, and a kind and approachable demeanor, making many boys infatuated with her; I, of course, was number one.
Although I was in the top class, my grades were usually just average. But when this geography teacher transferred to our school

, my geography grades improved dramatically, all in the hopes of making an impression on her and having more

time to spend with her.
I worked hard for a long time and finally became a junior geography teacher, an opportunity that allowed me to spend more time

with Teacher Yaxin. She liked to wear simple shirts and long skirts, but sometimes she would wear tight-fitting

suits . I liked both outfits, especially in the hot summer. Summer is a biased season, favoring

us boys with longing eyes, trying to pierce through those thin clothes. This weather often made me

gaze at her beautiful figure, indulging in wild daydreams.
Teacher Yaxin and I became increasingly close, and she liked me, her little helper, often treating me to small treats

or giving me stationery as rewards. I often sought opportunities to talk to her; whenever possible, I would

linger in the hallway or the staff office, chatting about both personal and professional matters. The teacher always smiled at

me, listening attentively to my thoughts and feelings. Gradually, I grew to like her more and more,

even developing sexual fantasies.
My innocent daydreams began to distort; whenever I saw her, I felt a strange urge

to see into her body, but I was afraid that my transgressions would damage our friendship, so I

always carefully maintained proper teacher-student etiquette.
At some point, whenever she wore a revealing sleeveless shirt or tight white trousers, I started to

fantasize she was intentionally or deliberately seducing me, drawing my attention to her fair arms, her armpits,

or the taut curves of her hips.
Teacher Ya Xin was truly beautiful; she possessed all the qualities of a beautiful woman: flowing long hair, a tall

figure , and large, watery eyes. These openly exposed bodies constantly attracted my

attention, but what captivated and fascinated me was—what lay beneath her clothes.
Her firm, prominent breasts, full, rounded buttocks, and long, sexy legs

haunted my dreams, making me yearn to caress and fondle them day and night. My fantasies grew increasingly vivid, constantly swirling with the desire

to strip my teacher naked and passionately indulge in kisses and embraces.
One day, my teacher asked me to help organize materials and documents on Saturday afternoon. She had no classes that day, so

she dressed very casually—a loose white shirt paired with a khaki mini-skirt. Dressed like this, Ms. Ya Xin

didn't look like a teacher at all.
On Saturday afternoon, there was no one else in the office except Ms. Ya Xin and me, who stayed to work overtime. I

didn't feel tired at all, but my teacher kept praising and commending my understanding and obedience. I could only

respond with a satisfied smile.
I constantly paid attention to my teacher's loose clothing, because the wide sleeves sometimes even revealed glimpses of her skin.

These clues hinted at and guided my gaze, leading me to peer into the private parts beneath her clothes. I sat

restlessly, staring at Ms. Ya Xin's body, because her attire that day was somewhat transparent and somewhat

ambiguous.
Today, the teacher seemed a little unwell. Her delicate cheeks were slightly flushed, and in the

sweltering heat, she was breathing heavily, her pink lips slightly parted. I asked her about it with concern, and she said she

was probably too hot or had heatstroke, and that she would be fine after a rest.
I turned the electric fan towards the staff sofa, helped the teacher to sit down, and

said considerately, "Teacher Ya-xin, I'll finish the rest later. You can rest."
Teacher Ya-xin said with relief, "Thank you!" I then carefully glanced at her round, plump buttocks,

really wanting to reach down and caress those soft, tender buttocks.
As the teacher sat down, her swollen mons pubis involuntarily pushed up her short skirt slightly, attracting my gaze

to explore that swollen yet concave private center, the mysterious private part I longed for most,

the location of the thin slit of flesh and the vulva.
Every time I fantasize about this place, in my illusory imagination, I would occasionally stroke her thick, soft

pubic hair with my hands, kiss her raised mound of flesh with my lips, and lick the flowing fluid with my tongue. When Teacher Yaxin

relaxed lay back on the sofa, her alluring posture seemed to be hinting at something, as if reminding me to pay attention

to her swollen breasts and erect nipples beneath her white clothes.
Today, the teacher was wearing a pink lace bra, my favorite shade of pink, which, combined with her alluring breasts, made her tall...

Quite alluring. That thin, white dress offered no protection for the teacher's sexy bra. Overwhelmed with

excitement fantasized, peering through her body, and involuntarily swallowed. I continued to fantasize, imagining

myself lucky enough to see through the thin fabric and bra, to glimpse the barely concealed pink areolas and rosy nipples.
My gaze continued to sweep across her, greedily caressing her beautiful, firm thighs and the mysterious crease between her inner

thighs . I greedily and endlessly succumbed to the conflict between fantasy and reality, blurting out,

"Teacher Ya-xin, you still don't look too well. Would you like a massage? I've learned..."
Whether the teacher was doing it intentionally or genuinely uncomfortable, she actually said, "Okay." I

, overjoyed, got up and began to massage her shoulders and neck. The teacher relaxed and sat on the sofa, her

khaki skirt appearing even shorter as she sat down, her white thighs exposed before me. I felt my

genitals begin to swell.
I started imagining the inner thighs of Teacher Ya-xin again. When she sat down, the way she crossed her legs,

the gap in her short skirt, would the mysterious crease of flesh be instantly revealed? That private place full of desire made me think and guess, keeping me

awake at night.
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I slowly and gently pressed on the teacher's shoulders and neck, and the teacher relaxed and enjoyed my massage. Gradually,

Teacher Ya-xin comfortably let out a "hmm..." and I felt rewarded, so

I served the teacher more diligently and excitedly.
After relieving the pressure on my shoulders and neck, I turned around and sat down next to the teacher.

I asked : "Teacher Ya-xin, shall I help you release the pressure on your arm and shoulder joint? I think it should make you more

comfortable."
The teacher opened her squinted eyes and smiled at me ambiguously: "K, you are so considerate! Thank you."
I nodded pretending to be sensible, but I secretly laughed to myself, excited to explore the teacher's beautiful

body . This was our first public skin-to-skin contact. Before, I could only pretend to accidentally touch

the teacher's slender fingers, but even that simple skin-to-skin contact was enough to haunt my dreams and give me secret pleasure for days.
But now, I could openly and without restraint explore the teacher's fair arms, and I felt my lower body

swell even more. I continued to grasp and knead Teacher Ya Xin's arms; her arms were fair and smooth, with a wonderful feel that

made me lose myself in ecstasy.
Involuntarily, I gradually and slowly moved towards the crevice between her arms. When I touched Teacher Ya Xin's

sensitive armpit, I trembled as if electrocuted, and the teacher let out a comfortable "Mmm..."
I cherished and carefully rubbed and pressed, slowly savoring this rare delicacy. At the same time, my

wicked mind was fantasizing about using my greedy lips and tongue to lick that sweet crevice.
The teacher, as I passionately licked her, let out wanton moans and incoherent cries… I snapped out of my daze, recalling

the teacher's unintentional hand gestures and body movements in the past. Through the short cuff of her sleeve, I could freely peek into the teacher's

private armpits, sometimes discovering soft black hair, sometimes revealing smooth, white skin.
I loved and often reveled in this beautiful part that I could openly gaze upon. Whether it was the smooth, white

armpit or the slit with a few pubic hairs, it all immediately reminded me of Teacher Yaxin's private parts.
Enjoying the comfort of the massage and acupressure, the teacher stretched her body more relaxedly, seemingly about to doze

off. Because of this, the usually dignified Teacher Yaxin's posture became less formal; her thighs were no longer tightly pressed

together, but relaxed slightly open, the small opening vaguely revealing a mysterious allure.
I called out softly to my teacher, "Teacher Ya-xin... Teacher Ya-xin..."
It took her a long time to respond, "Hmm... What's wrong? ...Teacher is tired... I want to take

a nap ..."
"Okay, Teacher Ya-xin, you can rest for a bit. I'll continue to give you acupressure to relax your muscles and bones." I

replied, pretending to be understanding, but secretly planning the next step of our intimate contact.
A moment later, I heard the teacher's soft breathing mixed with deeper gasps, and I thought, "The teacher

must have slowly fallen asleep." But I still cautiously asked her, "Teacher Ya-xin... Teacher Ya-xin...
shall I massage your legs now?"
Teacher Ya-xin didn't respond. She twisted her body and moved her hips,

naturally spreading her fair and beautiful thighs apart a little more. The hem of her skirt, due to the movement of her body, tightened upwards along her moving thighs,

naturally revealing her smooth skin. Her thighs were suddenly exposed in front of me.
As a teenager, I had some vague curiosity and longing for the opposite sex. Although I had never watched porn, I

had secretly watched quite a few Hong Kong Category III adult films and absorbed a lot of experience. This time, I encountered such a rare

opportunity , and I was suddenly at a loss. I considered, "Should I continue massaging?" while rubbing the teacher's beautiful

and sexy thighs, rubbing her soft skin, and caressing her jade-like body.
Afraid of waking the teacher, I subtly and gently stroked her calves. I watched

her with slight nervousness; she unconsciously shifted her body, comfortably licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, making me sense her

complete relaxation and contentment.
I began to think that Teacher Yaxin liked me, and seemed to enjoy my caresses, so I confidently

massaged and soothed the beautiful curves of her calves. After massaging her calves, I continued

moving , unconsciously lifting her knees.
This movement caused her legs to bend on the sofa, and following my movements, her legs

naturally parted slightly. I was extremely curious about what lay beneath Teacher Yaxin's skirt and her private parts in the shadows, yet

afraid of being caught, I stiffened my body, trying to peek into her private parts.
While rubbing her ankles, I slowly leaned down, trying to see her

underwear . Suddenly, the teacher shifted slightly, a movement that sent a chill down my spine and made me

spread . This added more light, bringing a glow to the shadowy inner thighs. My curiosity

and excitement intensified as I stared intently at her most private area.
Her simple, clean white panties, with their delicate lace and embroidery, perfectly complemented her

fresh aura. I gazed greedily and with rapt attention at this private area, yet cautiously looked at the teacher, afraid

of waking her.
The teacher's breathing was even, as if she were sleeping soundly and sweetly. I, on the other hand, felt a mixture of anticipation and fear of being hurt

, extremely nervous, yet also wanting to peek more into the secrets between her legs.
Suddenly, I glanced down again into the shadows of her skirt. This time, I noticed, and still could see, the

thick pubic hair under Teacher Yaxin's thin panties. Through the tightly fitted, semi-transparent panties, I could even vaguely see

the pubic hair between the folds of the panties. The teacher's vulva and private parts were so close, and I became so excited that I became flustered. My hands couldn't help but stimulate myself and

began to stroke my own genitals.
I looked at the sexy and charming Teacher Yaxin, expanding my imagination, letting myself indulge in caressing and masturbation. I

gazed at my teacher's pink lips, fantasizing about our intertwined tongues, teasing and provoking each other; I touched my teacher's

breasts , kneading her nipples with one hand while squeezing and twisting her tender flesh with the other, then sucking and teasing

her nipples with my lips; I stroked my teacher's genitals, her warm and moist vulva constantly flowing with lustful fluid, and then

greedily slid my tongue in and out, savoring it to my heart's content.
The image of the alluring Ms. Ya Xin before me intertwined with my fantasies. I finally pulled out my hard penis and, disregarding

the consequences, began to rub it, imagining her giving me oral sex, feeling her warm lips gently pressing against my swollen

penis and sucking; imagining her vagina being licked by me—I lay on top of her, spreading her sexy

thighs, greedily licking, slowly moving my tongue to stimulate every inch of her sensitive spots; or,

I could directly enter her body, pressing my swollen penis tightly against her wet, slippery walls, thrusting forcefully

, penetrating her overflowing vagina, enjoying unparalleled pleasure.
Finally, my whole body trembled, waves of joy and stimulation constantly eroding my brain. I instinctively

increased my speed, completely absorbed in fantasizing and ogling my teacher. I could no longer suppress my excitement,

releasing my inner turmoil truthfully and without reservation.
My trembling penis gradually went limp in my palm. I smiled contentedly, quietly walking back to my desk

to finish unfinished tidying work.
Soon after, the teacher gradually regained consciousness. She looked at me and stretched naturally and comfortably: "Hmm...

K, you're so good and understanding! Thank you for the massage, I feel much better now."
I smiled obediently at the teacher, but my mind and heart were still filled with the image of her lewd posture and body, savoring

the illusory dream I had just experienced.
[The End
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