The window bench

Lately as I think back to the few interesting sexual partners I had in my life, I’ve found the need to write down some of these experiences to remember them. This experience stands out mainly because I went into this situation with no intent, no expectation, and no indication that I would find myself having sex with my high school Spanish teacher. I only wish there could have been a second time.

Just after 9/11 I joined the Army and enlisted as a military linguist. The course at Monterey, CA was very difficult for me and I was on academic probation the entire time. It always felt like a fight for survival and one day I got the idea to email my old HS Spanish teacher to see if she had any tips for learning languages. It turned into a regular email chain back and forth that lasted over a year. It was completely innocent, just conversations on how she was able to pick up Spanish easy when she went to study abroad in South America, my military training, etc. Finally I graduated and took leave for a week in my home town and she mentioned in an email that it might be fun to grab lunch. So we set up a date and time to do that.

She and her husband lived in an older, culturally diverse part of the city. Most people there live in large apartments on various floors of the large buildings. It was also the part of town with theaters, great restaurants, and jazz clubs. She requested to have lunch in a restaurant that just happened to be on the first floor of her apartment building. I arrived there to find her not very different than the last time I saw her before my high school graduation. I read somewhere that redheads sometimes do not go grey, and she was a perfect example. She was still lean, pretty, with big blue eyes and perfect smile. The first thing I noticed after that was the white tank top she wore with no bra underneath that did not restrict how hard her nipples got. This was hard to ignore throughout the conversation that lasted a few hours into the afternoon.

We spent a lot of time talking about her time in South America so when it looked like we reached the culmination of our time at the restaurant, she asked if I wanted to come up and see the various art pieces and things she brought back. I went up with her and expected to see her husband. Turns out, he was on a business trip. My thoughts got pretty naughty when she told me that but I pushed them away. Crap like that just doesn’t happen to me.

I got the grand tour of her whole apartment and at one point we were in her bedroom. She said she needed to change out of her clothes since it was so hot and she just proceeded to take off her tank top revealing her breasts and perky nipples just quickly until she put on another loose fitting shirt. She took off her shorts revealing a lacy red thong that was pretty much see through until it was then covered by loose fitting pajama shorts.

“I’m sorry. Too much? Sometimes I lack modesty especially in my own place,” she said.

She proceeded to take me around the place a little more but I was very silent while she talked as my mind could not leave what I saw. At one point she stops and asks if I’m ok because I was very talkative and now I’m not.

“I literally just saw you naked about 20 minutes ago and I’m not sure how I just continue like that didn’t happen,” I said.

Then she smiles and says, “Actually I was hoping you’d see that and just interrupt me putting my clothes back on.”

I was really surprised at her answer. “Really? You’re married and I was your student.”

“The fact you were my student makes it hotter. I really like what the Army has done for your body and frankly, since I saw your picture that you sent me a few months ago I’ve been fantasizing about having sex with you. Now you’re in my apartment with me and I think we both want this.”

With that she grabbed my hand and guided me to the couch. She jumped into my lap and started to kiss me, passionately. I reciprocated and let my hands wander all over her body. From grabbing her firm little ass to rubbing her rock hard nipples.

She didn’t waste much time. The foreplay was pretty much enough to make me cum. She kissed me passionately and made her way with her hands to remove my shirt. She took hers off once again revealing her gorgeous breasts. She kissed down my chest to my pants, undoing them as she continued to kiss my chest. I was now completely naked except for my socks. I responded to her by taking off her shorts while simultaneously removing her thong. She laughed, “it didn’t take long for both of us to be here. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

She led me into her bedroom, where her large king size bed awaited us. However, I had bigger plans. Her apartment was in a very old building and in her bedroom was a large window looking out into the city. Under that window was an old school bench built back in the day when people had these and would sit and read next to the window. I guided her there. “I don’t have sex in beds. It’s boring.” She laughed.

I bent her over forward and shoved my face into her ass licking her clit and up to her asshole. She screamed and braced herself against the window. Full view for anyone who might be looking up. “Ok. I’m probably going to cum just from that.” She said. A couple of minutes later she did and then shifted positions on the bench to take my cock into her mouth. She had excellent oral skills, using the combination of tongue and suction to get me as hard as possible. Then she tells me to sit on the bench and she positions herself right on top. She loved the control. I could tell.

She was loud, screaming and moaning loudly. The sensation on my cock was amazing, as she got wetter and wetter I could feel her warm was leaking all over. She leaned back and I guided her to the floor where she turned over and I switched to doggie. I was pounding her into the floor pretty good at this moment until we worked ourselves to a point where we both came together.

We took short rests and talked before initiating more sex. At one point she went to her kitchen to get us waters. I fucked her on her counter. At one point, we needed a shower. We had sex in there too. Essentially every fantasy I had ever had with this woman was played out over four hours that afternoon. We got an early dinner, and then came right back up and fucked. It was nothing short of amazing! Then, in the early evening, we kissed our good-byes and it was over.

When I left that apartment, I always thought we would hookup again. Unfortunately, our subsequent Facebook messenger conversations rarely got spicy. I think she was good for that day but never wanted to do it again. It’s ok, I got the hint. We will always have the window bench.