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I spotted her across the crowded, open courtyard outside the Champagne bar on a barmy, summer evening.
I would have recognised her anywhere with her auburn hair curled and bouncing on her extraordinary, voluptuous breasts, and her radiant and inviting smile.
She had leant over, shook my hand and smiled genuinely. I spent the next two years walking round her classroom with my hands in my pockets.
It was cheaper to drink there than in the professional, chic bars of the city.
They wanted to get pissed, pick up a girl, and end up in the cheap hotels just outside the gay village. Girls kicked out at six the next morning so we could get to training in time for a home match, or on the coach for an away fixture. Wanking furiously thinking of her huge, stiff nipples and eager, wet cunt.
She walked to the large window that looked over the city, and admired the view.
It's a cliche to say that I needed to pinch myself to check this was happening, but I really did.
That was five years ago, when I was a spotty, hormonal teenager with a big dream to be an ice hockey player.
Now, the guys were making their way to the Northern Quarter.
I had no hesitation in waving them on for their night of debauchery. She was my teacher crush but I knew something she didn't. She was laughing and chattering with a group of women.
They were probably between thirty and forty years old. You're not exactly the 16-year-old rebel who arrived in the lobby with a bad reputation, are you? She sat next to me.'I'll have a dry, white wine please, Will.
Her long legs were slightly apart and the material was almost see through in the light. I'd spent many a lesson staring at her butt, trying to work out what she had on underneath. More confident, I brushed my lips down her neck and along her shoulder.
I wasn't wrong then, she was far too sexy to wear full panties. The number of times I'd watched her bent over the desk, perfectly positioned to take my cock. I placed my hand on the curve of her hip and pulled her gently up against my fully erect, throbbing cock.
Telephone numbers were often exchanged, not that we ever stayed in contact. I wanted to make her moan with pleasure and see her tits bouncing in my face as she rode me till she came. It had almost developed into an obsession and I'd cherished the leavers photo she'd reluctantly posed for on my last day.Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating