Who does not know how hard it is to be in love with a man who will never be yours? Not because He is married, but because the status is not supposed to ...

In general, I fell in love with my son's teacher. To be honest - I never liked this type of men. But ... the piercing gaze of His black, Ossetian eyes deprived me of sleep and rest. Periodically calls me to school because of the bad behavior of her son. I went into the office frightened and pre-upset - (what did my son again do?), And He brazenly looks at me with a stripping look. I am embarrassed, I feel hot, I unbutton my raincoat, He looks over. I take off outer clothing, and He unceremoniously looks through a short skirt, I am sure of this ... but why?

And every time the same thing. But after 10 minutes I begin to control myself, after 15 I can already conduct a normal dialogue. At the end of the conversation, I don’t want to leave, his look magnates, the smile fascinates, the conversation has long been no longer about raising children ...

Somehow, after one such conversation, I stand at the bus stop opposite the school, there are no buses, late evening. I look, a sporty Toyota drives up and someone offers me a ride, I try to refuse, but here I understand that it is He. Yes! finally, you can talk in an informal setting: about his archaeological campaigns, finds, learn about him ... it’s a pity that the road is so short, because I live behind the nearest park.

Coming past the park lake, he stopped the car, admiring the sunset, sinking in the smooth water. And I decided to ask a question that has been worrying me for a long time: “Can you, a teacher - around the clock or outside of school, be just a man?”

He has been dreaming about me for a long time already at night, I began to come to school often without a call, I can no longer see Him, I crave His burning black eyes, His hands and lips. Dreams, dreams ... Any other man, I could charm, drag in his bed. But this is impossible.

A treacherous shiver swept over me and I decided to go out into the fresh air, away from the desire that attracted me to Him, if only He had not noticed anything. Trying to jump out of the car, I ridiculously hooked knitted golf to the seat adjustment lever. I can not unhook, in the cabin twilight, someone else's car, I can not figure it out.

He came to my aid, as I first thought. But his hand, having slipped above the knee, climbed right under my skirt and, quickly moving away the strip of thongs that had already begun to get wet, touched the hot lips. I cried out in surprise, but he did not pay attention to my reaction, he continued to investigate me brazenly, and he entered his finger deeper and deeper into my little cave.

I was shaking. My head was throbbing - “no, no, that’s impossible ... not allowed,” but her legs, not listening to the brain's lament, were already shamelessly moving apart. The lever of adjustment worked from these movements, the seat freely lay back and the golf finally unhooked. The situation is comical, but I was not amused, since already two fingers of my teacher confidently slid in my place, so carefully guarded from men. Breathing quickened, my hips began to move towards his bold caresses, sitting down deeper ... But when the thumb of his hand vibrated on my clitoris, I could not stand it. A volcano exploded inside me, and my body began to convulse with an agonizing orgasm. Mo sweet moo replaced by shouting crying, we crying ...

When I came to my senses and opened my eyes, I saw that all this time he was watching me with curiosity and grin.

- Well, I answered your question? Outside school, I'm a man! ..