I’d always had a crush on one of my English teachers throughout school and we’d gotten pretty close in my last year of school. We never did or said anything inappropriate, but I’d often sense his eyes lingering on me. Well after graduating we gave each other our numbers just to keep in touch and give life updates. Last week though I got a text from him asking if I would like to come have a drink with him and I couldn’t help myself.

He mentioned that he was going to be out of town for a week and asked if I wanted to grab drinks while he was in town. When we met up at the bar, I couldn't help but notice how good he looked. His dark hair was slicked back, and he wore a stylish suit that hugged his broad shoulders. We ordered drinks and caught up on each other's lives before he finally brought up what I knew was coming. "So, do you want to come back to my place?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not this was a good idea. But then I remembered how much I had always fantasized about him, and how hot it would be to have him touch me like that. So without another thought, I nodded my head in agreement. We left the bar and walked to his car, which was parked just down the street.

Once we were inside, he turned to face me, his eyes locking onto mine as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of pills. "What are those?" I asked, confused by their presence. "Just some vitamins," he replied, popping one into his mouth. "They'll help you relax." Relax? I thought. As if I needed any help with that! He continued to talk, telling me about all the things he had been doing since we last saw each other. And then, without warning, he reached across the console and grabbed hold of my hand. He placed it on top of his thigh, where I could feel the hard outline of his cock through his pants. My heart raced as I stared at his crotch, wondering what it would feel like to touch him there. Before long, he had undone his belt and was pulling off his pants. I watched in awe as his big cock sprang free from its confines, thick and hard and so fucking beautiful. Without thinking twice, I leaned over and took it in my mouth, sucking hungrily while he groaned and ran his hands through my hair. After a few minutes of this, he pulled away and sat back in his seat, looking at me with an expression of desire that made my insides melt.

"Come here," he whispered, gesturing for me to come closer. I moved closer to him, feeling his warmth radiating through the car. Then, before I knew what was happening, he had scooted over and was lying down on the leather seats, beckoning me to join him. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the seat next to him, straddling his hips as he wrapped his arms around me. Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, and I felt his tongue probing deeper into my mouth. It was everything I had ever dreamed of, and more. As our tongues tangled together, he reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently. I moaned into his mouth, feeling a rush of pleasure course through my body. And then, without warning, he pulled away from the kiss and began to undo my shirt. His hands were cold and clammy against my skin, but I didn't care. All I could think about was how much I wanted him inside of me. So when he finally got my shirt off and leaned forward to press his lips against my bare chest, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck yes," I groaned, pushing myself harder against him. He responded by wrapping his big hands around my waist and pulling us both closer together. His cock brushed against my pussy, making me wetter than I had ever been before. And so it went, with us kissing and touching and moaning until we were both practically writhing with desire.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of teasing each other, he reached down between us and guided himself into my wet pussy. It was everything I had imagined it would be - hot and hard and deep. But even better than that was the way he looked at me while he fucked me, as if he was seeing something truly beautiful for the first time. It made me feel special, wanted, and loved. We rode like this for what felt like forever, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he stiffened and let out a low groan. "I'm gonna cum," he whispered, his voice thick with passion. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling his warmth spill over my insides as he emptied himself into me. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, and I knew that I would never forget it. Afterwards, we lay there in silence for a few moments, catching our breaths and coming down from our high. Then, without another word, he rolled over onto his side and pulled me close to him once again. We held each other for a long time, lost in our own thoughts and memories.

But eventually, reality caught up with us, and we reluctantly got dressed. I couldn't help but wonder how many more times we could do this before someone found out about us. Because no matter how much I wanted to keep on fucking him, I knew that it was wrong. So instead, I hugged him tightly and promised myself that I would always remember this moment - the one where I finally gave in to my desires and let loose all of the feelings that had been building inside of me for so long.