The old teacher...

Autumn. The rain generously watered the asphalt on which my bus was traveling, gray houses with identical windows quickly replaced each other, and I still couldn't decide one question for myself.

"Is it her or not?!" — doubts had been tormenting me for five minutes now. The bus I was on came to a sharp stop, the doors opened, some people got off, even more got on. And three steps away from me, hugging two large bags, sat a woman no longer young, around 50, with hair dyed red. She strongly reminded me of my after-school program teacher from my already distant school past. Memories of the strict mentor, with an impressive

bust and an angry voice that had scolded me more than once for another misdeed, were well preserved in my memory. But many years had passed since then, I graduated from university, moved to another country, got another degree, found a job. But I never forgot my Homeland: from time to time I came to visit my parents and old acquaintances.

— Excuse me, I just can't figure it out: is it you or not? Inna Sagareva, isn't it? — the woman looked at me in surprise, clearly not recognizing me.

— It's me, Dmitry! Remember me? You were my after-school teacher at the gymnasium! — yes, I was confidently hoping the woman would remember all the Dmitrys…

— Dmitry! Oh… Dima. How long ago was that!? — Inna Sagareva smiled broadly. — Hello, Dima! Well, tell me! How are you, where do you live? What do you do?

We got to talking. I told her about my job, where I live, that I'm in the city briefly, and right now I'm just walking around without a specific goal. I thought I'd meet up with some acquaintances, but they canceled at the last minute. Inna still worked as a teacher, lived alone, her son rented a separate apartment with his wife.

— And how is it for you, Inna, not lonely alone? — we had switched to informal "you" quite quickly.

— As long as I have work, I don't have time to be bored! — the woman replied with a smile.

I offered to help my former teacher carry her bags home, to which she readily agreed and invited me over for tea.

— I just happen to have all sorts of sweets for tea! — Inna pointed to one of her bags.

— You yourself are like a sweet candy! — I joked cloyingly.

— There you go, Dima the charmer…

We arrived at the right stop and got off the bus. The rain had stopped and the sun appeared in the sky. According to my former teacher, her house was nearby. And that was great, because I had underestimated the weight of the bags. The bags were very heavy. No wonder Inna had so readily agreed to help.

— I don't know what I would have done without you. I was thinking the whole way, maybe I'd ask someone… But these days, you can't expect help from anywhere. You know yourself… — I just nodded obediently and dragged the heavy bags, occasionally glancing at Inna Sagareva. The woman seemed much smaller than I remembered (which was no surprise, I'm no longer a boy), but otherwise Inna was the same teacher. The same voluminous, lush red hair arranged in a strange, bulky hairstyle on her head, lips with bright red lipstick, heavily made-up eyes, and large breasts that were visible even under the shapeless long coat. Of course, I could only see her face, but overall there was a feeling that the teacher had aged quite well. Inna walked briskly, sometimes talking about all sorts of nonsense, sometimes bursting into ringing laughter at my stories. The teacher exuded positivity and good mood.

Inna's house turned out to be an old nine-story panel building. A dirty entrance, a broken elevator. A typical average Soviet house.

— Well, come in, dear guest! — I found myself inside a clean, small apartment. A small kitchen with a sofa, a living room, and a bedroom.

Some time passed while we took off our coats and unloaded the bags. Once again, I noted to myself how well the teacher had aged. It was clear Inna wasn't into sweets. Despite her age, although Inna had a bit of a belly visible — her waist was in place, and her large, round butt was pleasant to look at while the woman, bent over, was putting something away in the kitchen drawers. And of course, the tight turtleneck emphasized her large breasts. I think it was more the work of a proper, high-quality bra (after all, how old is Inna!), but the proper, round, protruding "hills" involuntarily attracted the eye. I hoped to myself that my "looking" wasn't noticeable…

— I'll put the kettle on now, and in the meantime, help yourself! — with these words, Inna poured a substantial pile of the most varied candies onto the table. There was nougat, classic chocolate-covered wafers, and caramels. Inna Sagareva had a real craving for sweets.

— Where did you get so many candies?

— I don't know, I really wanted something… Maybe I had a feeling I'd meet you!?

— Then I want to give you something too! — I had a bottle of foreign liqueur with me. I thought I'd give it to my friends when we met, but it's not my fault the meeting didn't happen — Here! Take it!

— Oh, Dima, what are you doing, you shouldn't…

— Take it, take it! I've tried it, it's a good thing!

The woman timidly accepted the bottle and then placed it on the edge of the kitchen table.

For a while, we silently crunched on chocolates and candies and sipped tea. I started reminiscing aloud about teachers and my classmates. Inna remembered some, not others. It was interesting to listen to the teacher, as she described me and my classmates from a completely different angle, how we seemed to the teachers. I learned a lot of new things. It turns out Inna always respected and valued me. porn stories And that's why she scolded me, so the bar wouldn't be lowered.

The tea mugs were empty and Inna Sagareva was about to boil the next kettle.

— Let me help!

Maybe I was clumsy, or maybe it just happened that way. But I bumped into the full kettle of water that Inna was about to put on to heat. Fortunately or unfortunately, the kettle didn't tip over completely, a fair amount of water remained inside, but it didn't "spare" me. My pants and sweater were thoroughly soaked.

— Oops… I'm sorry. I'm terribly clumsy… !?

— It's nothing serious! — Inna wasn't upset at all. The woman bustled about and handed me a towel, which I used to dry myself hastily. This, however, didn't dry my clothes…

— How silly it turned out…

— I'll repeat — it's nothing serious — the resourceful Inna didn't lose heart. — Go to the bathroom, I'll find you something to change into. And I'll hang your things to dry!

I obediently went to the bathroom, on the way Inna shoved some hastily found clothes into my hands. My change of clothes turned out to be a woman's pink terry robe. Inna Sagarevna is a tall woman and I had no doubt I'd fit into the robe completely. I just wondered, do I need to take everything off? I was soaked thoroughly, down to my underwear.

— What are you doing in there? Come on, take off all your wet clothes — I heard Inna Sagarevna's voice from behind the door, who had guessed the course of my thoughts. "All right, then all," I thought and stripped naked, then put on Inna's robe.

When I came out of the bathroom, Inna had already changed into a flesh-colored home robe. The robe's neckline opened up a gorgeous view of Inna's breasts. I must have lingered my gaze on the neckline longer than propriety allowed for a second, but the woman didn't react to it at all. We settled back in the kitchen and continued our tea party. And then an idea came to me.

— Let's play a game! Guess the candy by taste?

— ah… ? — apparently, the question was a complete surprise for Inna. A respectable lady doesn't play games, perhaps?

— Come on, come on! You start! — I stubbornly insisted, — Open your mouth and close your eyes! — it seemed after these words Inna blushed slightly, but obediently closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth.

— Here we go… let's try — I unwrapped the first candy I grabbed, broke it into smaller pieces, and carefully placed the smallest one into Inna's mouth. My fingers lightly touched the woman's soft lips, causing her to tremble slightly.

— Well… what candy is it?!

— Nougat…

— That was easy… Let me try again!?

— Okay… — the woman

looked embarrassed, and it didn't seem like she was enjoying the game process. But a daring plan had matured in my head.

Inna closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly, just like the previous time. I unwrapped a candy, but didn't break it. Instead, I took one end of the chocolate with my lips, then moved closer to Inna and carefully pushed the candy into the woman's mouth. I deliberately chose a small candy. Our lips touched. And this was the riskiest part of my plan. Either I'd be pushed away and kicked out, or a very interesting evening was in store. Inna Sagareva shuddered again, but didn't pull away! I lightly touched her lips with my tongue, thus ending the "chocolate kiss"…

— So… — I said calmly, — what candy was that!?

— I don't know — the woman replied with a smile — but I definitely liked the taste! Now let me be the one to guess?!

— Okay — I smiled broadly.

— Just don't peek!

— Agreed! — I obediently closed my eyes and slightly opened my mouth in anticipation of the riddle.

I honestly didn't peek, but I heard the woman choosing a candy, unwrapping the packaging, and then moving closer to me. Suddenly I felt the touch of very hot lips, and then a playful tongue slid into my mouth along with a sweet caramel. This made the kiss sweet and juicy. Our tongues intertwined and the caramel slid between them. It was a deep and long kiss. The woman's hands stroked my knees and sometimes went higher to feel my "friend." The "friend" from all this process very quickly switched to "combat mode." The kiss ended as suddenly as it began. And then Inna's warm lips whispered right into my ear: "Let's go to the bedroom!"… I stood up and, as if enchanted, followed Inna Sagareva. Right by the bed, I hugged the woman from behind, slid my hands over her body, kneaded and stroked her massive breasts, went under the robe, ran my hands over her warm stomach and continued down and deeper to the coveted hairy and very wet pussy. My fingers seemed to sink inside her hot and wet vagina. Excited and as if drunk, Inna turned around, we met in a deep kiss. I hugged Inna around the waist with my hands, while her hands quickly untied the belt of my robe.

And then the woman pushed me onto the bed and positioned herself on top. Inna Sagareva was at her peak of arousal, her eyes were closed, her hands randomly stroked my body. Inna moved her hips quickly and the lips of her hot vagina "rode" on my cock. Each time, the cock slightly caught on the edge of her flesh, but constantly slipped off and didn't go inside, until the woman stopped for a moment to guide my cock inside her with her hand, and then slowly lowered herself onto my "fighter." My cock was pleasantly squeezed by the wet and hot womb of Inna Sagareva. The woman began actively "riding" back and forth while moaning and groaning loudly. At that moment, I only wanted to penetrate as deeply as possible into the hot and wet woman.

I began to match Inna's fast movements. I was mesmerized by the sight of the half-naked woman, still in her flesh-colored robe. Inna, focused, with closed eyes, all tense and moving like a wound-up love machine, was unleashing energy accumulated who knows how and when. Her massive tits had completely fallen out of the robe, were dangling above me and sometimes touched my chest, stomach, and my face. Inna's cries became louder and louder, until they suddenly stopped. The woman froze, exhaled noisily, and then lay her whole body right on top of me. I felt the weight of the hot female body on me. Inna Sagareva was breathing heavily, her hair was getting into my mouth and covering my eyes.

I tried to remove some of Inna's hair from my face, but the woman stirred, raised her head, and whispered: "I want more…". And then slowly but persistently continued to move her hips. It was clear that Inna was a bit tired, but the flame of passion was not at all satiated, as evidenced by her hazy, drunken-like gaze! I decided it was time for me to work too.

— Let's switch places. — The woman reluctantly got off me. and lay on her back and we quickly switched to the "missionary" position. I entered Inna's already hot womb without any resistance, then bent down and kissed the woman on the lips. Strength returned to the teacher: she pressed me tightly to herself with her hands and legs. It seemed that with each of my movements I penetrated even deeper into the woman, I became tighter and more strongly "connected" with my hot former teacher. I accelerated the pace, causing Inna to moan incessantly. Naturally, I couldn't hold out for long and a wave of pleasure rolled over me, to then pour out as a stream of sperm inside the woman. I froze in bliss. It seemed to me that I had never come so violently before, that no woman had ever wanted me so much, and the world around me darkened slightly and my head spun.

…

I stayed the night at Inna Sagarevna's. We made love more than once, but nothing in terms of sensation could surpass our first "candy game" with her. Later, when I was leaving the country, I was very sad and sorrowful that I was unlikely to ever return to these hot, passionate embraces again…

Passion accumulated, like a strong storm, will seek its way out and sweep through its savior like a powerful tornado. So let's not miss these wonderful reservoirs of hidden passion and heroically accept its stormy manifestations!