“Quiet down! Abdul, will you come up and work the problem on the board?” Gurpreet politely asked her favourite student…. coming out from that evening’s incident.
It was her second year as a Headmistress in this school. Her first had been spent at another school in another district. She had tried to fight down the memory of her previous job….. of the incident that had precipitated her abrupt departure. She didn’t want to think about that. But Karim alias Abdul kept reminding her….. he was so much like….
“I don’t know the answer” said Karim, sheepishly, as he stood by the blackboard.
“Abdul, you know exam is nearing. You should this problem by now”, said Gurpreet. “I think perhaps you haven’t been concentrating yourself in studies.”
“I just…… don’t understand all this stuff”, He said softly….. lowering his head shyly. The whole class giggled as he stood there blushing.
“See me for a minute after class, Abdul, OK?” The class laughed as one, but became silenced immediately as she looked at the giggling students sternly. “That’s enough. Now, who wants to come up and solve the problem?”
Pobitro raised his hand…. moved to the board and went back solving the problem. Anyway, after the class ended, Karim came shyly up to the Headmistress’s selected room. “Abdul, I think… perhaps I should spend a little extra time with you after school. You know I’ve already informed your mother about your special coaching…. so, come to my house today after school…. OK?”
“I….I guess so”, replied the shy kid, his eyes lingering on his lovely teacher’s jutting tits. God! She was so beautiful and sexy…. he thought….. he had jerked himself several nights in his bed thinking about her naked body. He’d do anything to gain her approval, to make her proud of him.
“Fine…. Come by at 5:00 pm this afternoon, okay?” She tussled his hair affectionately.
“Okay, Ma’am,” He answered smilingly.
At 5:01 that afternoon, Karim knocked on Gurpreet’s apartment door…. he had come here several times with his mother. Getting no response, he rang the doorbell and listened. From within the apartment, he heard the Headmistress yell at him to come inside. He opened the door and walked inside, hearing the sound of a shower running.
“Make yourself at home, Abdul, I’ll be right with you,” said Gurpreet, over the sound of the running water.
Karim looked around the tastefully decorated room with his accustomed eyes and then sat down on the sofa. Her taste ran to different arts….. from South Indian to North Indian, and there were artifacts on shelves and Bengali prints on the walls.
He heard the water being shut off, and after a few moments, his fantasy queen Headmistress emerged from the bathroom wrapping a short towel above her large bosom. His eyes widened as he scanned her semi-exposed body…. he felt an instant twitch inside his pants.
“My….. my, you’re right on time, Abdul,” Gurpreet said, as she sat down next to him.
The towel was tied losely over her chest, barely concealing her firm tits in it’s confinement. He found himself imagining what glories lay between her legs, barely concealed by the short towel. She smelled absolutely heavenly.