We all have someone who was our Sexual Fantasy, having the luck to be in a relationship with someone older than you, feeling that experience that years give. By turning 19, I already had age for many things, buying tobacco if I wanted, buying alcoholic drinks, going freely to discos. If we add free imagination and being able to have a relationship in your dreams, creating a fictional relationship, having the crazy idea of a romance with an older woman, well, older by saying something, since she's only 34 years old.
This type of clothing was causing a commotion in our entire pavilion, there were 7 classrooms that were withdrawn on the southern part of the university, almost at the end of the entire campus. Our classroom was in the middle of these 7, the days I gave classes in some classroom from that zone, it was a party, the sound of their heels could be heard throughout that desolate zone. More than one of us were paying attention to warn her arrival.
The enraged girls due to the presence of this beautiful woman, they had no way of competing. Even some of my classmates' girlfriends would get upset if this person, even dared to lift their head. It was something that paralyzed your breathing.
My father was a plumber at that time and I would help him on weekends, earning some money in the process. One Saturday we went to a house, there was a toilet that needed to be fixed. I didn't know she lived in this house, I was surprised when I saw her open the door, my father didn't know it was my teacher either, mom had contacted him. They started talking about my grades, how I was doing in class and a bit more. My father isn't one for many words. Meanwhile, I was waiting for instructions, I had set up shop in the bathroom since that's where we would be working.
I was in a somewhat complex situation, as it provoked me to keep searching among the towels to see what else there was, but also there was the fear of being discovered by someone. At first glance, no one else was at home, but there were closed rooms, surely someone would be sleeping in one of them, it was 10 a.m., yes, an unusual hour to work on a weekend, but we had a soccer championship that day and my father played at 1 p.m.
I went to the living room to get some tool and act silly, this wouldn't last long, it was just taking out and putting back, already done. But my mind had focused on looking for what else was in those towels. I picked up a hammer, look at what I did, my father looks at me and scolds me, why do I need a hammer, we're not going to tear down a wall, be quiet. I tried to carry the new toilet to the bathroom, but still another reprimand. Come on, screw the Allen wrench and start unscrewing the screws, but first close the locks and empty the toilet, that was the key. I asked if anyone else would use the bathroom, since after this there wouldn't be a way.
Here's where I get stuck, what do I do, what do I do. My mind racing, all I was thinking about was the feat I'd achieve if I took that bra home and showed it to my friends. Wait for just a few brief moments, which felt almost endless, now or never, since they were saying their goodbyes in the living room, my father would go into the bathroom and it would get more complicated. Don't hesitate and I grabbed that bra and put it in my pocket, my pulse quickened, I was super nervous, but I had to show calmness. My father pushed open the door, asking me if I'd already turned off the water, which I hadn't, what do you want me to say.
A few minutes later, Margarita peeks into the bathroom to retrieve the towels she had left on the sink, picked them up and looked between them, thus above, as if to ensure everything was in order and nothing was missing. She picked them up and went to her room, I suppose. She returned a few minutes later, searching for something on the floor, arrived at the bathroom, searching for an item that was missing, asked us if we had seen anything around here. My father asked what she had dropped, to help her search, she slightly flushed from almost saying it but restrained herself and said nothing, told us to forget about it, that it would surely be in her room.
We finished everything, cleaned up, and now we were waiting, neither of us could leave and not secure the door. My impatience was increasing, good for both of us. My father impatient to change clothes to go play, I also impatient to get out of this place and look calmly at what I had in my pocket. My father didn't wait any longer, he took everything up to his car and left me in charge of collecting the money and giving him the change on the football field after. After 20 long minutes, my teacher Margarita arrived, bringing the money we were supposed to pay for. She and I went to test the toilet. She checked that everything was well installed and functioning.
To be in this inspection, by the way something rare, since every now and then she pressed the flush button, I had many urges to leave. Now I had to go to soccer and then home. Already giving it up as finished this inspection, I proposed leaving, getting out of there and taking the bus that would take me to the soccer field.
I was scared to death, nervous, trembling, I think my blood pressure had even dropped. Do you like my underwear, really? Now tell me, what were you planning to do with them? Were you going to show them to your classmates? Come on, Carlos, tell the truth! Is this for real?
I assumed with great shame that I had his underwear.
But I didn't know why I had done it, and it wasn't my intention to take her to the university. She asked me to pull out her thong from my right pocket, as I looked towards that side, I noticed a strip coming out of the pocket, well, of course, that's where she caught me.
What a fool, how I forgot that detail. Already I had been stripped of that garment, I think the conversation had ended, shame was noticeable on my face, a couple of apologies for this embarrassing failed robbery attempt justified my bad behavior.
She was laughing at this gesture, she asked me to open them up and well, since they would surely be the last time I could look at her in this way. A call from the doorbell of her apartment broke this moment, we left silently from her room, I asked permission to enter the bathroom while she headed to the living room.
This type of clothing was causing a commotion in our entire pavilion, there were 7 classrooms that were withdrawn on the southern part of the university, almost at the end of the entire campus. Our classroom was in the middle of these 7, the days I gave classes in some classroom from that zone, it was a party, the sound of their heels could be heard throughout that desolate zone. More than one of us were paying attention to warn her arrival.
The enraged girls due to the presence of this beautiful woman, they had no way of competing. Even some of my classmates' girlfriends would get upset if this person, even dared to lift their head. It was something that paralyzed your breathing.
My father was a plumber at that time and I would help him on weekends, earning some money in the process. One Saturday we went to a house, there was a toilet that needed to be fixed. I didn't know she lived in this house, I was surprised when I saw her open the door, my father didn't know it was my teacher either, mom had contacted him. They started talking about my grades, how I was doing in class and a bit more. My father isn't one for many words. Meanwhile, I was waiting for instructions, I had set up shop in the bathroom since that's where we would be working.
I was in a somewhat complex situation, as it provoked me to keep searching among the towels to see what else there was, but also there was the fear of being discovered by someone. At first glance, no one else was at home, but there were closed rooms, surely someone would be sleeping in one of them, it was 10 a.m., yes, an unusual hour to work on a weekend, but we had a soccer championship that day and my father played at 1 p.m.
I went to the living room to get some tool and act silly, this wouldn't last long, it was just taking out and putting back, already done. But my mind had focused on looking for what else was in those towels. I picked up a hammer, look at what I did, my father looks at me and scolds me, why do I need a hammer, we're not going to tear down a wall, be quiet. I tried to carry the new toilet to the bathroom, but still another reprimand. Come on, screw the Allen wrench and start unscrewing the screws, but first close the locks and empty the toilet, that was the key. I asked if anyone else would use the bathroom, since after this there wouldn't be a way.
Here's where I get stuck, what do I do, what do I do. My mind racing, all I was thinking about was the feat I'd achieve if I took that bra home and showed it to my friends. Wait for just a few brief moments, which felt almost endless, now or never, since they were saying their goodbyes in the living room, my father would go into the bathroom and it would get more complicated. Don't hesitate and I grabbed that bra and put it in my pocket, my pulse quickened, I was super nervous, but I had to show calmness. My father pushed open the door, asking me if I'd already turned off the water, which I hadn't, what do you want me to say.
A few minutes later, Margarita peeks into the bathroom to retrieve the towels she had left on the sink, picked them up and looked between them, thus above, as if to ensure everything was in order and nothing was missing. She picked them up and went to her room, I suppose. She returned a few minutes later, searching for something on the floor, arrived at the bathroom, searching for an item that was missing, asked us if we had seen anything around here. My father asked what she had dropped, to help her search, she slightly flushed from almost saying it but restrained herself and said nothing, told us to forget about it, that it would surely be in her room.
We finished everything, cleaned up, and now we were waiting, neither of us could leave and not secure the door. My impatience was increasing, good for both of us. My father impatient to change clothes to go play, I also impatient to get out of this place and look calmly at what I had in my pocket. My father didn't wait any longer, he took everything up to his car and left me in charge of collecting the money and giving him the change on the football field after. After 20 long minutes, my teacher Margarita arrived, bringing the money we were supposed to pay for. She and I went to test the toilet. She checked that everything was well installed and functioning.To be in this inspection, by the way something rare, since every now and then she pressed the flush button, I had many urges to leave. Now I had to go to soccer and then home. Already giving it up as finished this inspection, I proposed leaving, getting out of there and taking the bus that would take me to the soccer field.
I was scared to death, nervous, trembling, I think my blood pressure had even dropped. Do you like my underwear, really? Now tell me, what were you planning to do with them? Were you going to show them to your classmates? Come on, Carlos, tell the truth! Is this for real?
I assumed with great shame that I had his underwear.
But I didn't know why I had done it, and it wasn't my intention to take her to the university. She asked me to pull out her thong from my right pocket, as I looked towards that side, I noticed a strip coming out of the pocket, well, of course, that's where she caught me.
What a fool, how I forgot that detail. Already I had been stripped of that garment, I think the conversation had ended, shame was noticeable on my face, a couple of apologies for this embarrassing failed robbery attempt justified my bad behavior.
She was laughing at this gesture, she asked me to open them up and well, since they would surely be the last time I could look at her in this way. A call from the doorbell of her apartment broke this moment, we left silently from her room, I asked permission to enter the bathroom while she headed to the living room.
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