When I was younger, around fourth and fifth grade, I had my first exposure to sex but not in an educational way. At that time, a somewhat sensational newspaper circulated. That's where the front page took up the whole sheet, showing a photo of a violent accident on one side and a sensual model almost or practically naked on the other. That's how I learned what girls looked like without clothes.
The thing is, at my school there was a teacher who, curiously, was the youngest among the teachers, unfortunately, I no longer remember her name but she was a woman who could practically be my mother; she was my social sciences teacher and had me captivated with her figure, having prominent hips and large breasts that were slightly drooping, curly red hair.
She usually wore dresses and didn't seem to take much importance in the neckline, besides using sandals or high heels. On one occasion, I remember, for a school event, some bleachers were set up in the courtyard, those that look like scaffolding. My teacher climbed up to sit on a higher part to get everyone's attention to take their seats, while she was standing there, I was near the same bleachers and could see thanks to the height difference her legs under her skirt. I got closer to be able to see her underwear, looked underneath her dress, she wore black lingerie with transparencies, for a good while I could detail well her pubic area, her buttocks, fortunately it was a sunny day and I didn't miss any details, the front of her panties had transparency so I could see her beautiful vulva and the line of her vaginal lips. She knew what I was doing and didn't give it importance, she didn't reprimand or expose me in front of my classmates; I remember our eyes met at that moment and her gaze wasn't one of reproach, shame, or anger, simply continued standing there, high up with hers. legs a little more apart leaving me admiring a little more the most intimate part of her body and it's that I remember she gave hints several times to let herself be seen. In a class with her we had to review individual material, then after a while we had to pass by her desk to answer an oral exam that day the teacher wore a dress with a generous neckline, next to her desk we had a seat where we presented the exam to the teacher there while trying to answer her questions I got distracted seeing those enormous breasts she didn't wear a bra that day I could glimpse her prominent nipples behind the fabric and color of her areolas where the neckline ended. At that time it was the most sensual woman for me, I never saw her again when I entered high school but if you doubt it is and was a great memory from my early adolescence.
The thing is, at my school there was a teacher who, curiously, was the youngest among the teachers, unfortunately, I no longer remember her name but she was a woman who could practically be my mother; she was my social sciences teacher and had me captivated with her figure, having prominent hips and large breasts that were slightly drooping, curly red hair.
She usually wore dresses and didn't seem to take much importance in the neckline, besides using sandals or high heels. On one occasion, I remember, for a school event, some bleachers were set up in the courtyard, those that look like scaffolding. My teacher climbed up to sit on a higher part to get everyone's attention to take their seats, while she was standing there, I was near the same bleachers and could see thanks to the height difference her legs under her skirt. I got closer to be able to see her underwear, looked underneath her dress, she wore black lingerie with transparencies, for a good while I could detail well her pubic area, her buttocks, fortunately it was a sunny day and I didn't miss any details, the front of her panties had transparency so I could see her beautiful vulva and the line of her vaginal lips. She knew what I was doing and didn't give it importance, she didn't reprimand or expose me in front of my classmates; I remember our eyes met at that moment and her gaze wasn't one of reproach, shame, or anger, simply continued standing there, high up with hers. legs a little more apart leaving me admiring a little more the most intimate part of her body and it's that I remember she gave hints several times to let herself be seen. In a class with her we had to review individual material, then after a while we had to pass by her desk to answer an oral exam that day the teacher wore a dress with a generous neckline, next to her desk we had a seat where we presented the exam to the teacher there while trying to answer her questions I got distracted seeing those enormous breasts she didn't wear a bra that day I could glimpse her prominent nipples behind the fabric and color of her areolas where the neckline ended. At that time it was the most sensual woman for me, I never saw her again when I entered high school but if you doubt it is and was a great memory from my early adolescence.
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