Good times! As I mentioned in the previous post, I'll be sharing some of my experiences that I consider interesting. This time, I'll tell you about one of my treasures, the time I caught up with my Arabic Dance teacher. She caught me too.
Let's get into context
This happened when I was around 17 or 18 years old, just after finishing high school. I had always been quite diligent in my studies, repeated a year and then didn't pass again, so I wanted to mark that I was a bit of a nerd. That summer, there were no vacations for me, I had set a goal to get a job and earn some money until I decided what I wanted to study, so I got a job as a waiter at a pizzeria near my house. The owner was a jerk who treated you like dirt and paid you little, it was all a mess. I lasted two weeks there.
Talking to my old man about what had happened, he told me he would take care of getting me something. I didn't want to be stuck in that dump and neither did I really. One afternoon, I got home (my parents are divorced so my dad doesn't live with me). He said: tomorrow go talk to Jorge, he's just looking for someone. Jorge was my old man's friend. We already knew each other and I liked him a lot.
The next day, as my old man told me, I went to talk to Jorge, we chatted for a while.
He told me that the girl who ran the place had left and he needed a replacement. We talked about the tasks I would do and the money, which wasn't much but it was enough for me.
I'll explain how the place was and what my tasks were
Jorge's place was where they gave free workshops to the community, open to everyone. It was a political thing but honestly, I didn't care about that, I just went for the money. My tasks were to open up on time, keep a record of people who attended the workshops, put up flyers outside, sweep and clean a bit... floors and bathroom, water the plants, change the water can and make sure to close it well when I left. The local was open from Mondays to Fridays, with two workshops per day. The workshops covered dances and handicrafts, starting with handicrafts: sign language, sewing, cutting, and sewing. All the old ladies who attended were nice but very boring, they spent their time gossiping. The dances were: TANGO, many people would attend this workshop, including some teenagers, but it wasn't constant, the teacher was a crack always trying to teach me, telling me that if I learned I'd have more energy, sometimes and depending on the partner, she would dance a little. Folklore classes were fun, with many attendees. With my folklore teacher, I have a story to share later. URBANO was basically reggaeton, this class was by far the most interesting to watch, just girls attended and wore very provocative clothes, I tried to look discreetly but sometimes I got caught looking. And finally, DANZA ARABE had two classes per week, on Tuesdays and Fridays. The students who attended were mostly teenage girls, some friends of the teacher, and many little girls with their parents, there were plenty of chairs so the parents sat down and watched the class. My Arabic teacher drove me crazy the first time I saw her, I'll describe her: she was around 35 years old, about 5'7, had black hair with curls, a beautiful nose ring, full lips that she painted red, divine legs, and the perfect booty, she wore a black leggings that split in half, showing off everything. But it wasn't just her body, she had a confident posture, spoke firmly, and I liked that about her. I usually left after the workshops to take a few spins around, but during Arabic dance classes, I'd stay, share drinks with the students, and glance at her prof move my ass. We were getting comfortable little by little. By the way, I also have a story with one of her students, if you're interested I'll tell you later. If I got everything out of that place that I could. My treatment with her was cordial at first, we talked just enough and necessary. As I told you, she had an imposing posture and that affected me to the point where I didn't talk to her much, I focused on chatting with her students and it seemed to catch her attention.
One Thursday evening, she had to give a workshop, her students started arriving on time and she didn't show up. Half an hour later, she appeared agitated and said: -sorry sorry I lost the bus and the next one wasn't coming anymore.
Nothing's wrong, I said, save my number so you can let me know next time and I'll communicate to your students that you're running late. Honestly, I didn't do it with double intention, later on I realized it had been a brilliant move.
She responds sisi while holding her phone in her hand.
I'm scheduling it and leaving it like that for the day.
The next Tuesday, she arrives super early, there's a one-hour gap between classes, she shows up finishing the previous class before hers, so there was still time left before her class. She showed up alone, which surprised me, she always went with one of her friends.
PROFE: oh this time I arrived on time haha
Me: that's because you were late last Thursday
PROFE: haha maybe, want to take some mates?
Me: obviously yes
She sat next to me at the desk and we started taking mate, we were alone for the first time, always someone was walking around and there was time. Between sips of mate, she would slide in personal questions, but they weren't random questions.
Profe: come on, do you have a girlfriend?
Me: no, nothing's going on
Profe: I saw how you look at my students, do you like someone?
Me: internally thought if I liked you, but my response was – all of them are very pretty and nice. I get along with all of them (which was
(truth).
Teacher: you have a face of a scamp, while I was passing the mate it smiled at me.
Well and so we talked I also asked him things but nothing else happened. After that his students started arriving he gave the class and stayed there.
I arrived on Thursday this time he sent me a WhatsApp, I thought it was a good idea to have exchanged numbers
Teacher: hi eze, are you at the local? Do we repeat the mates?
ME: yes obvious come on
I arrived an hour before his class, ALONE
I was all messed up inside, started thinking I had a chance
I crossed the door she was just bathed with perfume smell, her lips painted red and wearing black leggings that accentuated her whole booty. She was divided and I was all messed up
She sat down next to me we talked for a bit he invited me a mate and says
Teacher: Are you okay? You look weird
Of course I thought, she noticed I'm nervous.
ME: No no it's nothing.
To which she gives me the mate and goes to the bathroom.
I could hear the sound of her pee falling into the water in the toilet. That really turned me on.
While I was pouring a mate I heard the door of the bathroom open, I was making an idiot of myself looking away trying to pretend I didn't hear anything, but I realized she still hadn't come out. I turned around to see what was happening and saw her standing in the bathroom doorway leaning against the frame, looked at me with a sly smile and called me with her finger.
I was like a confused puppy without yet processing what was happening
I got up slowly. Grabbed my shirt and went into the bathroom. We gave each other a half-timid kiss, she let go of me, looked at me and started making out with me, I squeezed her ass against my body so she could feel how she was getting turned on, that really turned her on too much that she couldn't help herself and started rubbing my cock.
I lifted up the shirt she had on and started sucking her boobs, they weren't big but the nipple was one of those pink ones I love, I sucked it so tasty that I pressed my head against hers to keep my mouth there, I bit her a little and then I hear a PARADISE! coming from her mouth. I thought she had blown it but nothing was clear.
Prof: I love you guy, I brought a surprise
Me: Ah yes? You had everything planned
Prof: I've been wanting to for a while
Me: So have I, I don't stop looking at your ass
Prof: Do you want to see your surprise? She said it with a slutty face
Me: Yes prof
That's when she turned around and started moving her ass from side to side, making me want more. I was completely entranced wanting her to keep going
She took off her leggings and had a black string well inserted into my ass. I remember now and it gets hard for me
Prof: Do you like your gift?
Me: Yes I love it, what beautiful Booty you have, I stretched out my hand to touch it
I touched it a bit, it was hard and very nice to squeeze it. She turned around, took off her leggings to be more comfortable and we started kissing while I touched her Booty and she put her hand in my boxer briefs and caressed my cock for a bit and said mmm what yummy cock she sat down, pulled me out to give me little kisses and looked at me with her eyes. That made me hard too
She took it into her mouth slowly, slowly going all the way in with my whole cock into her painted red mouth. She looked at me and enjoyed it. I sucked on her for a bit until...
I pushed her to choke, she loved the idea, she was doing it herself until the end of her throat, reaching the arch of her very slutty mouth, leaving my cock full of spit and looking at me with tearful eyes
I couldn't believe what was happening, I had the prof on her knees, naked, sucking my cock in a deep throat in the bathroom and outside everything was still on the table and the door open, UY THE DOOR...
Someone is heard opening the door to the front of the local and asking -Is anyone there?
She's kneeling with my cock in her hand, I'm standing still, both trying not to make a sound...
Let's get into context
This happened when I was around 17 or 18 years old, just after finishing high school. I had always been quite diligent in my studies, repeated a year and then didn't pass again, so I wanted to mark that I was a bit of a nerd. That summer, there were no vacations for me, I had set a goal to get a job and earn some money until I decided what I wanted to study, so I got a job as a waiter at a pizzeria near my house. The owner was a jerk who treated you like dirt and paid you little, it was all a mess. I lasted two weeks there.
Talking to my old man about what had happened, he told me he would take care of getting me something. I didn't want to be stuck in that dump and neither did I really. One afternoon, I got home (my parents are divorced so my dad doesn't live with me). He said: tomorrow go talk to Jorge, he's just looking for someone. Jorge was my old man's friend. We already knew each other and I liked him a lot.
The next day, as my old man told me, I went to talk to Jorge, we chatted for a while.
He told me that the girl who ran the place had left and he needed a replacement. We talked about the tasks I would do and the money, which wasn't much but it was enough for me.
I'll explain how the place was and what my tasks were
Jorge's place was where they gave free workshops to the community, open to everyone. It was a political thing but honestly, I didn't care about that, I just went for the money. My tasks were to open up on time, keep a record of people who attended the workshops, put up flyers outside, sweep and clean a bit... floors and bathroom, water the plants, change the water can and make sure to close it well when I left. The local was open from Mondays to Fridays, with two workshops per day. The workshops covered dances and handicrafts, starting with handicrafts: sign language, sewing, cutting, and sewing. All the old ladies who attended were nice but very boring, they spent their time gossiping. The dances were: TANGO, many people would attend this workshop, including some teenagers, but it wasn't constant, the teacher was a crack always trying to teach me, telling me that if I learned I'd have more energy, sometimes and depending on the partner, she would dance a little. Folklore classes were fun, with many attendees. With my folklore teacher, I have a story to share later. URBANO was basically reggaeton, this class was by far the most interesting to watch, just girls attended and wore very provocative clothes, I tried to look discreetly but sometimes I got caught looking. And finally, DANZA ARABE had two classes per week, on Tuesdays and Fridays. The students who attended were mostly teenage girls, some friends of the teacher, and many little girls with their parents, there were plenty of chairs so the parents sat down and watched the class. My Arabic teacher drove me crazy the first time I saw her, I'll describe her: she was around 35 years old, about 5'7, had black hair with curls, a beautiful nose ring, full lips that she painted red, divine legs, and the perfect booty, she wore a black leggings that split in half, showing off everything. But it wasn't just her body, she had a confident posture, spoke firmly, and I liked that about her. I usually left after the workshops to take a few spins around, but during Arabic dance classes, I'd stay, share drinks with the students, and glance at her prof move my ass. We were getting comfortable little by little. By the way, I also have a story with one of her students, if you're interested I'll tell you later. If I got everything out of that place that I could. My treatment with her was cordial at first, we talked just enough and necessary. As I told you, she had an imposing posture and that affected me to the point where I didn't talk to her much, I focused on chatting with her students and it seemed to catch her attention.
One Thursday evening, she had to give a workshop, her students started arriving on time and she didn't show up. Half an hour later, she appeared agitated and said: -sorry sorry I lost the bus and the next one wasn't coming anymore.
Nothing's wrong, I said, save my number so you can let me know next time and I'll communicate to your students that you're running late. Honestly, I didn't do it with double intention, later on I realized it had been a brilliant move.
She responds sisi while holding her phone in her hand.
I'm scheduling it and leaving it like that for the day.
The next Tuesday, she arrives super early, there's a one-hour gap between classes, she shows up finishing the previous class before hers, so there was still time left before her class. She showed up alone, which surprised me, she always went with one of her friends.
PROFE: oh this time I arrived on time haha
Me: that's because you were late last Thursday
PROFE: haha maybe, want to take some mates?
Me: obviously yes
She sat next to me at the desk and we started taking mate, we were alone for the first time, always someone was walking around and there was time. Between sips of mate, she would slide in personal questions, but they weren't random questions.
Profe: come on, do you have a girlfriend?
Me: no, nothing's going on
Profe: I saw how you look at my students, do you like someone?
Me: internally thought if I liked you, but my response was – all of them are very pretty and nice. I get along with all of them (which was
(truth).
Teacher: you have a face of a scamp, while I was passing the mate it smiled at me.
Well and so we talked I also asked him things but nothing else happened. After that his students started arriving he gave the class and stayed there.
I arrived on Thursday this time he sent me a WhatsApp, I thought it was a good idea to have exchanged numbers
Teacher: hi eze, are you at the local? Do we repeat the mates?
ME: yes obvious come on
I arrived an hour before his class, ALONE
I was all messed up inside, started thinking I had a chance
I crossed the door she was just bathed with perfume smell, her lips painted red and wearing black leggings that accentuated her whole booty. She was divided and I was all messed up
She sat down next to me we talked for a bit he invited me a mate and says
Teacher: Are you okay? You look weird
Of course I thought, she noticed I'm nervous.
ME: No no it's nothing.
To which she gives me the mate and goes to the bathroom.
I could hear the sound of her pee falling into the water in the toilet. That really turned me on.
While I was pouring a mate I heard the door of the bathroom open, I was making an idiot of myself looking away trying to pretend I didn't hear anything, but I realized she still hadn't come out. I turned around to see what was happening and saw her standing in the bathroom doorway leaning against the frame, looked at me with a sly smile and called me with her finger.
I was like a confused puppy without yet processing what was happening
I got up slowly. Grabbed my shirt and went into the bathroom. We gave each other a half-timid kiss, she let go of me, looked at me and started making out with me, I squeezed her ass against my body so she could feel how she was getting turned on, that really turned her on too much that she couldn't help herself and started rubbing my cock.
I lifted up the shirt she had on and started sucking her boobs, they weren't big but the nipple was one of those pink ones I love, I sucked it so tasty that I pressed my head against hers to keep my mouth there, I bit her a little and then I hear a PARADISE! coming from her mouth. I thought she had blown it but nothing was clear.
Prof: I love you guy, I brought a surprise
Me: Ah yes? You had everything planned
Prof: I've been wanting to for a while
Me: So have I, I don't stop looking at your ass
Prof: Do you want to see your surprise? She said it with a slutty face
Me: Yes prof
That's when she turned around and started moving her ass from side to side, making me want more. I was completely entranced wanting her to keep going
She took off her leggings and had a black string well inserted into my ass. I remember now and it gets hard for me
Prof: Do you like your gift?
Me: Yes I love it, what beautiful Booty you have, I stretched out my hand to touch it
I touched it a bit, it was hard and very nice to squeeze it. She turned around, took off her leggings to be more comfortable and we started kissing while I touched her Booty and she put her hand in my boxer briefs and caressed my cock for a bit and said mmm what yummy cock she sat down, pulled me out to give me little kisses and looked at me with her eyes. That made me hard too
She took it into her mouth slowly, slowly going all the way in with my whole cock into her painted red mouth. She looked at me and enjoyed it. I sucked on her for a bit until...
I pushed her to choke, she loved the idea, she was doing it herself until the end of her throat, reaching the arch of her very slutty mouth, leaving my cock full of spit and looking at me with tearful eyes
I couldn't believe what was happening, I had the prof on her knees, naked, sucking my cock in a deep throat in the bathroom and outside everything was still on the table and the door open, UY THE DOOR...
Someone is heard opening the door to the front of the local and asking -Is anyone there?
She's kneeling with my cock in her hand, I'm standing still, both trying not to make a sound...
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