Con el profe, En el Viaje de Egresados.

This trip at my school we did to a coastal Catalan area, very beautiful and touristy, in which I don't even need to say that we had a great time, well, better than the others.

I didn't study badly, I wasn't a model student then or now, but I managed to pass my studies ahead of schedule, well, you've caught me, this isn't entirely true, since in the last math exam I made several mistakes that led me to suspension, suspension that doesn't worry me too much, since I still had the recovery exam and hadn't left any other subject.

What would be my surprise when I realized that in the recovery exam I also failed in some calculations, something that condemned me to take the September exam, and with all the subject, given the circumstance that if I didn't pass it I would have to repeat the year, since being the last year of secondary school to move on to high school we were required to have passed all subjects.

So I went on the trip thinking about this, and knowing that even though the teacher hadn't made the grades public yet I had a pending subject.

I have to say that this teacher was around 46 years old, but he took care of himself very well, so much so that several times I had surprised myself looking where I shouldn't be while he gave class, besides having commented with my friends that the math teacher wasn't bad at all.

It also happened that this teacher was one of the monitors who accompanied us on the trip, which complicated things for me a bit, because every time I saw him I remembered my pending subject.

One evening, already getting dark since it would be around 8 o'clock or so, I was with my classmates, in some kind of party on the beach, you don't even need to say that we had been drinking something, singing and those things that are done at beach parties around a bonfire. Professor was on the same beach as us, I suppose he was watching us and getting up from his towel to collect his clothes and head towards the hotel which was about 500 meters away from the small beach where we were.

When I saw him in his swim trunks, I have to admit that I found myself staring at him, he was dark-haired, tall, and until then I hadn't noticed that he didn't have anything to envy anyone younger, since he had a strong build, and as he was standing there in his swim trunks, I could see that his muscles, not exaggerated, were well-defined and marked on his body, which surprised me, since I didn't expect it from a math teacher.

I don't know if it was the accumulated anxiety of knowing I hadn't passed my exam or that when I found myself in the state I was in, I didn't realize what I was about to do, since I had drunk something, not much, but enough to leave my embarrassment behind, but the thing is that I headed towards the hotel behind him, with the intention of talking about my exam and seeing if there was any possibility of not having to present myself in September.

Said and done, almost without realizing it, I found myself in front of his room door, knocking on it with my knuckles and seeing his face when he opened it.

The first thing I said to him is that I wanted to talk to him about my exam, which I thought I had done badly, but that he should take into account that I had passed everything else and couldn't enjoy my trip thinking about having an assignment left for September.

When I finished speaking, I realized it was possible that he hadn't even heard me, since his gaze was fixed not on my face, but on other parts of my body, then I noticed what was happening, I had come from a beach party and hadn't even changed out of my clothes before talking to him.

This meant that I was standing in front of my professor, wearing white shorts, no socks or tights, with my legs completely naked and covered only with a tiny cowboy short pants that hid the lower part of my two-piece swimsuit, which consisted of a black bikini that wasn't thong type but was quite fitted so sometimes the back would slip between my buttocks.

But what made me blush the most was realizing that the top piece of my bikini was in my room because I had decided to leave it there and cover myself only with a black t-shirt I bought at the hotel's store, which had golden letters with the inscription golden coast and was the type of shirts that expose the navel and my nipples would show through since they weren't contained by anything, which meant I was in front of my professor and felt naked especially because I realized he had already undressed me with his gaze.

My professor immediately noticed my embarrassment and looking at me fixedly said: So you really want to pass eh sarita?.

I froze, as a professor who during the entire course had treated all his students like you had called me sarita, earning him the reputation of being one of the most serious professors in the course.

The truth is that what I felt at that moment was a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty about what he intended to do with me, which somehow excited me.

And not that's it but he told me if I had so many desires to pass because I didn't show it, while looking at me once more with his gaze, stopping for a good while on my breasts, which seemed like the most thing he liked about me, making me blush, lowering my gaze and feeling as if he was eating me with his eyes, while noticing a tingling sensation halfway between embarrassment and excitement running through my body. body from top to bottom.

I didn't differentiate myself much from how I am now since only three years have passed, perhaps the hair was the only difference, now I wear it long, and at 16 I had a medium-length haircut, quite short actually, my body isn't very voluptuous, I'm 1.67 meters tall give or take, my hair is blonde, in that era straight, now wavy, my face has always been told to be like that of a 14-year-old girl since I have a fairly childish face, my breasts are small, I'm thin, very thin, my waist is narrow and ends in a small and springy bum. Of course, I won't say I was the most beautiful in class, but one of the most desired, as I used to wear quite revealing clothes that accentuated my bum, which I am very proud of.

So the teacher scanned me with his gaze, able to observe everything I said about my body, and when he finished looking at me, he repeated what he had said before, but this time I could notice something had changed, he was still wearing his swimsuit, and now a large bulge was visible on him, which I could see since my embarrassed gaze was fixed almost on the floor.

After that, he told me he wouldn't hurt me, that he only wanted to relieve a bit of tension he had, saying this as he brought his hand to his groin.

I got scared, I have to admit I got very scared, especially when he came closer and kissed me. His hands ran all over me, I think during that long kiss they could have covered my entire body, they went under my shirt, down my back, and in front, allowing them to check the state of my nipples, which against my will were already hard and very sensitive, especially when he, very gently, caressed them with his fingers.

Next, one of his hands went down to my bum, rubbing it and squeezing it while the other hand released the buttons of my short pants, one by one, until they fell off. It fell at my feet, I myself had just taken it off, lifting my legs to almost kick him away from me, while I was starting to feel like his fingers were palpating my pussy.

In that moment he grabbed my hand and took it to his pants, I didn't believe what I was touching, I'm touching a cock, I thought, and not just any cock, but one of a real man, a man who was almost 20 years older than me.

Excited to see that instead of pushing me away, I started caressing his cock and putting my hand under his bathing suit, since I was eager to touch it directly, without anything in between, he grabbed me by the shoulders and started pushing me towards the floor, I already knew what he wanted, since it wasn't my first experience, but I was scared of getting bad in front of him, supposing that he had women much more experienced than me.

Without thinking anymore, I let myself fall to his feet, until I ended up on my knees in front of him, then I could see it, and it was spectacular, not because of its size, I mean spectacular because it seemed very appetizing to me, it incited me to suck it, I went crazy with excitement, I opened my mouth intending to put the whole thing in, but he told me not to, that he wanted me to take out my tongue and lick it all the way up, so I did, I took out my tongue and starting from the base, I licked the whole cock until the tip, where I lingered for a bit, licking it all the way, then he told me at the same time as he was getting up that he wanted me to suck his balls, which I did without hesitation, I licked them, sucked them, put them in my mouth and played with them using my tongue.

Then, holding himself with one hand while holding my hair with the other, he pulled away from him, putting the tip of his cock on my lips and telling me almost ordering me to open my mouth, I obeyed, as soon as he saw the degree of obedience I was showing, he smiled and said that he already knew it was something I liked, then he pushed his cock slowly into my mouth, entering it gradually until the bottom, all the way up to my throat, until I noticed his balls touching my chin.

He started moving his hips, making his cock enter and leave my mouth at the same time as he said he was doing it very well.

I wasn't wasting any time, my hands were touching my dick, pushing away my bathing suit, which was like it had just come out of the water, it was soaked, and I was putting two fingers in my intimacy, starting to move them at the same rhythm as he was moving his cock in my mouth. I had sucked a boy before, but not like this, on other occasions I would move my head and the boy would be still, but now not, my professor was the one setting the pace, so that I felt like I was being fucked, but my mouth instead of my dick.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, during which I couldn't stop moaning, while listening to him doing the same and telling me he knew I liked it, that he sucked me well, that he had noticed me in school and that sometimes he could see me wearing underwear while giving class.

At that moment, I felt his member pulsing inside my mouth, I wanted to move away, but I heard him say at the same time as he pressed against me: don't you want to stain your shirt, right?

So I relaxed, grabbed his legs and opened my throat, so that when I received the first load of his cum, I almost swallowed it without meaning to, leaving the second and third loads in my mouth. His flavor was bitter and salty at the same time, I didn't like it, but in a reflexive movement I swallowed everything, noticing how it slid down my throat as my professor looked at me smiling.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, it was still hard and started rubbing it against my face, leaving his last cum residues on my cheeks and lips.

Grabbing my shoulders, he lifted me off the floor, my legs were barely holding up due to the intense orgasm I had while he was unloading in my mouth. He kissed him while he was touching my cock with one of his hands, noting my high level of humidity. He told me that he had already raised my grade from a three to a four and that it depended on me reaching a ten, since there were still four days left in the trip, but that I would have to try hard and that next time he wouldn't settle for putting it in my mouth.

Afterwards, he accompanied me out while telling me that he would be in his room tonight and that he wanted to see me dressed as similar as possible to a schoolgirl who wears a uniform, since it was one of his fantasies.

I left his room almost asleep, still not fully recovered from my orgasm, and took a couple of minutes to realize I was in the hotel corridor with my soaked bathrobe, so much so that the stain of my excitement could be noticed on it, a black shirt half-raised almost showing my breasts and the jeans I had worn earlier now in my right hand.

I headed to my room determined to take a shower and prepare the clothes my math teacher had told me to wear that night for his room.

I promise you'll continue telling what happened that night and during the rest of the trip.

I already had a four, but I wasn't approved yet, plus I had the opportunity to get my first ten in math.