My Lovely Miss Namita
divorced, nipples, passionate

Studies were going way too boring. College life took a downward path until it happened. We were like robots coming in every day and going back. Struggling with our assignments and deadline. Then the next semester came. We were told we had extra credit classes. Programming classes as an essential skill for us in future. We all were bored to death. But the only good thing about the classes was the mam. Namitha mam. Namitha mam was always sweet and pretty lovely. She used to crack jokes. She would tell us good stories. She understood us, students and friends. She was recently divorced. I was one of her top students. Then after my parent’s divorce, I had a low interest to study. Marks went down. I used to talk to mam over phone and chat. Lately, I couldn’t bring myself to it. Mam had inquired about me and finally got to know the problem. She helped me through. In a way we both were helping each other. She was much more of a friend. We used to talk after college. I usually used to drop her home. Then soon, our relationship grew to a weekend outing. My first choices were some lovely places. She loved it. In one of the outing, she told me about her husband. That bastard was having an affair with her friend. And finally went with her. She wept on my shoulders telling me he said many times he had loved her. But he didn’t mean it. I understood her pain of someone letting her down. I didn’t want to ruin the day for her. So I cracked a few jokes getting her to smile. She finally started to smile. We were having fun at this time. I took hold of her hand held it, and told her that she has a great life out there. I wanted her to cheer up. So, I planned a great surprise party for her birthday. It worked, she was amazed. After the party she hugged me tightly and kissed me on my cheeks, saying she loves everything. Her kiss felt like a jolt. But I didn’t sense much as I had respect for my teacher. Our friendship over time grew. We used to go to movies. I used to crash on her couch sometimes when college felt too much boring. She used to tell me she felt 20 years old when she was with me. It filled me with happiness. Then one day I just planned to surprise her. I bought some flowers and went to her house. I opened the door and searched for her but couldn’t find her. Finally, I found her in the bathroom, weeping on the floor. She was all wet. I asked her what happened. I made her stand helped her dry herself. She hugged me and started crying more and more. I finally asked her what it was. She was so tired she almost fainted in the bathroom. I took her to her bedroom let her relax there. She fell asleep. I saw a light from her laptop and I opened it. I saw there were wedding photos of her ex-husband and his bitch. I finally knew what happened. I crashed on her couch and woke her up the next day with a coffee. I took her out for the whole day. She was different. She didn’t talk much. I used to go to her home daily now. Most of the days she would miss out of college. I told her she had nothing to be afraid of, nothing to be ashamed. I gave her courage but nothing was working. Finally, I had to say something in a harsh way to get her back on her feet. She apologized to me and was back to her old self. We then became more close and open with each other. I don’t know. It was like we were getting pulled back to one another. We were being more open. We both loved each other’s company. Love turned to lust as our chats became more and more toward sex. She once jokingly said that I had big hands and a naughty smile.  One night while we were chatting late, she asked why aren’t you asleep yet? I told not feeling sleepy. She jokingly asked me whether I have not used bug hands. Then our chats continued towards sex. Then I started wondering about her beauty and talking about her blouses her cleavages in a subtle manner. Rest all was good. I used to smack her ass slightly. We understood we were in lust. Then one day when I was at her house she came out of the bathroom to tell me something, I kept on staring at her cleavage. (She had 36 c sized milky white boobs. They were round and made a pit in between them.) She then slapped me jokingly and told me to pay attention. Our relationship grew much closer. As we were watching a movie, she leaned on my lap. As my hands were reaching for snacks on the sofa, it rubbed on her soft, cotton-like boobs. My dick throbbed. I kept my hands on slightly more time. I did this a few times. Then after a few days, while we were chatting, the figures for girls topic came in. She told I must enjoy boobs and was such a patient guy that he didn’t fondle me then itself. I smacked myself. I apologized to her. She told its ok. She joked and wondered how it would be. I jokingly told, one day I will try. Then the new year came. She invited me to come as I couldn’t go home. She opened the door in a low cut blouse and a transparent saree. She was hot. I kept on staring at her. She went to the kitchen to get food. The way her ass moved felt like an eternity. I kept my things and the gifts on the table and went with her in the kitchen.  She looked at me and smiled. I kept my hand on her shoulder. She didn’t mind. I rubbed her other shoulder. I moved from the back. I kissed her neck she moaned slightly. I whispered I wanted her. She turned smiling at me. I turned her, leaned on to her kitchen counter. I bit her neck, taking the drape of saree on my lips pulling it down exposing her boobs. I then took hold of them. I started to feel their nipples. (She didn’t have anything under them). I felt her hard nipples. My mouth moved to her cleavage sucking them. While my left hand, drawing her figure by rubbing her body. I couldn’t control myself. I started to suck her neck wildly while she moaned. Her hands were getting hold of my body. They went down and pressed my ass, against her legs. Her legs widened as my hard dick touched her pussy over saree. I took her to the bedroom. I removed the saree by myself. Enjoyed her beauty. She then pushed me on the bed. I took her hands. Then went down started to lick her legs up to her thighs. My hand then reached her wet pussy. I ripped apart her panties. Then my hands extended on her boobs while my tongue drilled through her wet pussy. I continued licking while my hands placed itself on her navel pressing it. Then I sucked her pussy like we suck the juice out through a straw. All the while she moaned and immersing herself in pleasure. My hands reached for her boobs. I removed her blouse. I could see her pink nipples. I started to suck on them, while fingered her pussy. Her pussy was warm. My fingers felt the shake of her body, as I hit her G-spot. I played with them while fondling her boobs like a mad man. It took passionate foreplay to make her cum. She had a satisfying orgasm. We had a long passionate kiss after that. I didn’t wait any longer. Took my dick out slowly pushing it in. She also loved it. I wanted her experience to be gentle. But her moans and screams, and her breaths, her soft hands, only made my ramming stronger and faster. Soon she and I were on the verge of cumming. I cummed in her hot pussy. Things got better between us. Stay tuned. My name is Andrew. I am from Bangalore. Mail me at [email protected].