PropertySex – High school teacher fucks former student

The sun was high in the cloudless sky as the Mini Cooper screeched to a halt outside the quaint white picket fence. Within moments, Adriana Chechik emerged from the driver’s seat, her designer shades shielding her emerald eyes from the unforgiving light. Strutting up the cobbled path in her six inch nude stilettos, she looked every bit the part of the aspiring real estate agent – confident, sexy and completely in control.

Her tight black pencil skirt, cut high at the thigh to reveal tantalising glimpses of her toned tanned legs, was paired with an equally form fitting white button up blouse which strained to contain her ample assets at every step. Emerald earrings and a delicate chocker completed the look – classy and mature, yet impossible to ignore.

Slender fingers reached for the brass door knocker in a manicured fist and rapped loudly against the seasoned wood. Within seconds, the door swung open to reveal Michael, the elderly homeowner of the property on her showing list that day.

His eyes widened at the vision before him, soaking in her raven tresses cascading over one bare shoulder, her cherry lips parting in a sultry smile, all the while fighting a losing battle to keep his gaze from drifting downwards.

Blushing slightly, Michael cleared his throat. “Ah, you must be the agent! Do come in.” He stepped aside to allow Adriana passage, her perfume invading his senses as she brushed past him with the casual touch of an old friend.

“Thank you so much for having me,” purred Adriana, her voice like honey as she turned to face him. “I’m sure we’re going to have such a fun day together!” Her eyes sparkled mischievously behind her shades at that, and Michael felt his already weakened resolve crumbling by the second.

“Ye-yes, I’m certain we are!” he agreed, leading them through to the open plan kitchen and living room. “Coffee, perhaps?” He gestured towards the sleek black cappuccino machine, but Adriana was already reaching for him.

“Oh Michael, I have a much better idea…”

Her hands slid up his tweed jacket, pushing it off to expose his plaid shirt. With nimble fingers, she began to undo the buttons, leaning in close. Her breath was hot against his neck as she whispered:

“Do you remember me? It’s been so long…”

Michael seemed to snap out of his daze then. His brown eyes grew wide as he stared at her. “Wait… are you…” He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back slightly so he could take her in fully. “Adriana? Is it really you?”

A wide smile spread across her ruby lips, and she gave a cute little nod. “I can’t believe it! My old history teacher! How many years has it been?” Her fingers continued their unexpected mission, now threatening to unbuckle his belt.

Michael sputtered and squirmed, mind and body at war with each other as conflicted emotions of nostalgia, arousal, and shock battled for dominance. “A-about fifteen years now,” he managed to choke out. “But what are you doing here, and dressed like that…?”

She shot him a coy look as hands slid beneath the open shirt to his chest. “I could ask you the same, teaching me all those years ago and now selling your house at 40… either we’re both long overdue for a lesson, or about to teach one.”

Adriana then took one of Michael’s hands and guided it underneath her skirt to the front zipper of her tiny bikini. “I think you know which it is.”

With the slightest of tugs, Michael felt the zipper give and his eyes widened at the realization. An involuntary gulping sound followed. “But this is crazy… I’m pinning you against the kitchen counter!” He had a wild look in his eyes. “Allowing me to spread your legs and slide my hard cock inside you right here.”

“Mmm, yes, it is crazy,” she murmured, a surge of desire coursing through her at the thought. “But isn’t that what you always wanted to do as a teacher? Bet you sometimes fantasized about having a naughty little student like me spread out on your desk, begging for you to fuck my dirty little mouth…”

She began to undo her shirt, slowly popping open each button. Her supple breasts were barely contained by the matching lacy bra beneath. “What do you say, professor? Time to put me in detention and punish me properly for this messy little show…”