College Trip With Beautiful Teacher Subha

Hi, I am Senthil, 25 years old. This story is about a sexy teacher whom I helped and made her my pet during our college trip.

This incident took place when I was in junior college. Our college had organized vacation for 3 days to Munnar in Kerala. We were to go by bus.

There were some boys and girls. We had 1 male teacher and 2 female teachers who would be accompanying as guides and instructors. One of the female teachers was in her late 40s and the other one was the queen of this story. Her name was Subha.

It’s been two years since Subha Miss had started as our English teacher. She used to teach in school and also in junior college. She is around 24 years at the time of this incident.

Our college has the tradition of teachers wearing sarees. In the very first week of her joining, students had started doing their mischief and were trying to look at her lower hip, her saree fold, and her open back blouse.

Subha Miss looks like butter, with a fair complexion, and with a 34-30-36 figure. Her medium-length dark hair parted to one side added up her beauty and she left her blouse always open at the back.

Guys sitting on the first bench started getting low grades as they were distracted by the single fold in her hip. Some got the opportunity to have a glimpse at her sexy, flawless navel when the wind lifted her saree.

Subha Miss had become the dream girl for many boys and even some professors used to spend their time talking with her, laughing and joking. They wanted to spend time in her company.

Now, coming to the incident, on the day of our trip as our sexy English teacher entered our bus every guy started noticing her new hip chain, which she had presumably added just for the trip.

The boys started murmuring about getting a chance to feel her hip before the trip ends. She sat in the middle entrance of our bus and the journey commenced.

As we reached half-way, the boys started dancing in the middle of the bus. She came to the back seat where I was sitting. I was so thrilled to have every guy’s dream-woman sitting next to me. She was casually enjoying the dance, clapping and encouraging them all.

My hot English teacher was on my right, and I was near the window seat. As the bus kept moving, I started to notice that her saree is flying a bit here and there due to the wind from the window. Her hair was flying onto my face occasionally, which sent me a sharp magnificent scent to my nostrils.

The feel of her arm brushing mine was making me imagine wild kinds of stuff with her. But I had to keep a normal face, as any wrong move would make my college life a hell.

After a while when everybody started feeling the cold wind of Munnar hills, we started wearing our sweaters. My queen lady Subha also wore hers. It really turned me off as I would now miss all the opportunity of feeling her warm skin against mine whenever the bus swerved and jerked. To add to my bad luck, I also lost my window seat.

My English teacher requested me to move as she wanted to see the beautiful sight from the window. I looked into her innocent, big round eyes and couldn’t resist her wish.

When we camped for our dinner in a restaurant and we started again on our journey, all the students began to fall asleep. She started looking for her jerkin (sleeveless jacket) and unfortunately, she had forgotten it in the restaurant itself.

The temperature began to drop, and I saw her rubbing her palms to warm herself up. Then after some time, my teacher began to shiver. Seeing this, I gave her my coat first which she accepted, smiled, and thanked me. But eventually, I too couldn’t bear the cold and started shivering.

She felt guilty and returned my jerkin back and was sitting there shivering in the cold. My evil mind started taking over. I started planning on seducing my vulnerable teacher without anyone knowing.

Me: I am sorry you missed your jacket. I am freezing too.

Subha Ma’am: It’s okay, Senthil. I should have taken care of it instead of having so much fun.

Me: Maybe, but if you don’t mind, you could come a little closer so that you don’t get frozen.

Ma’am (looking around): Somebody may notice and talk bad about it.

Me: Everyone around is sleeping. I assure you no one will know. Maybe we could just hold hands together and my jerkin would cover it.

I took her palm in mine and covered it with my jacket. I did not wait for her answer.

In a few minutes, I felt my teacher getting more comfortable holding my hand. Our bodies began to touch a little. As the bus started and with each hairpin bend, our bodies touching became more pronounced.

Me: Is it better now, ma’am?

Subha Ma’am: Thanks, yes, I feel a lot better now. It was getting freezing cold and my body was freezing.

I “sshhhed” her asking her to speak softly. I looked around and said, “If you let me, maybe I could put my hands around, and you would feel better.

Ma’am: No, it’s, Senthil. You sleep comfortably.

I just held her hands covered under my jerkin and acted as if I was sleeping with a broken heart. But in the next 10 minutes, I could feel her trying to get closer as she couldn’t bear the cold.

I thought this was my green signal and gestured to her to come closer and put my hands around my teacher. She didn’t realize this until she hissed and closed her eyes for a second as my left palm was placed on her side hip.

Before she could react, I put on an innocent face and asked, “Are you feeling better and warm?” All her suffering due to the cold didn’t allow her to push away my hands. Instead, she just looked around to make sure that everybody was asleep.

At that moment, I started feeling like it was our honeymoon trip. My sexy teacher didn’t utter a word. I could feel the tension building up in her body as her student’s hand was around her bare hip. She didn’t want to push it away.

I went close to her and asked, “Ma’am, is everything okay? Are you feeling better now?” She just smiled.

Me: Maybe if I rub a little, you will feel much better.

Saying this, I didn’t wait for her to react and rubbed her hip a bit as if I was warming her up. I looked at her. I knew that she couldn’t resist, and she bit her. Furthermore, I saw that she had the look of a puppy who was given a bone and could not resist biting it.

Me: I never knew that these days you wear a hip chain.

Subha Ma’am (with a stern face): Were you looking at my hip earlier?

Me: Sorry ma’am, it’s inappropriate I know, but I have this habit of looking at shiny things that attract me.

Ma’am: Then you must have also noticed my earring and not only the hip-chain.

Me (becoming a little bolder now, I flirted a little): Sorry ma’am, but your smile didn’t let me notice your earring.

As my teacher blushed, I loosened my grip on her hip, and with my finger, I drew a pattern on her waist and held the chain. She uttered no word but just looked into my eyes with full desire and feelings which she had never felt before.

Knowing that my teacher was now fully aroused, I pinched her hip fold and said, “You do not know what this is doing to your students!”

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