Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo I See You

Author’s Note: Incase you are expecting a hardcore sex action down below I request you to kindly skip this one. This submission is meant for those who love to enjoy the slow and smooth way.Hi, there readers. Wishing you all the very best arousal in this New Year & forever more. This time around Chennai is bubbling with people doing their last minute shopping for Pongal is only a few days around the Conner. Crowd, crowd every where traffic is bumper to bumper. Pongal in Tamil Nadu or Shankranthi as it is called in North India is a sign of getting rid of the old and incoming of the new in just about everything. Pity the people of down south in Tamil Nadu Supreme court has slapped hard against the famous JALLIKATTU to many its sad and to few its good. To us let’s try and get some good strong arousal leaving back the weak and poor arousal to the yesteryears. Somehow Malathi the lesbian seductress storyline has always been a success this is from my own inference also it is evident from the feed backs and comments that some of the readers have been sending me. Therefore its right time we get back to the old lesbian cunning fox’s narration and enjoy a few more of her sexperiences. Here we go straight back to the sleepy little temple town of Chidambaram which thrives not only thru the famous Nataraja temple and Natiyanjali festival but also thru the famous University wherein our lady love works as a reader in the Dept., of English and listen to what she has to say. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

I sat in my office and tried not to think about the last period I had just taught. I enjoy teaching that too English Literature, and this year students are bright, eager young faces was especially fun, a break from my regular routine of working in my field current year MA 1st students were a real good lot. One face was just too bright though. Rithika. Tall and slim, with long black hair re-bonding done recently also well maintained and she was a graceful figure in total, she was just too attentive, too nice, and too eager.But eager for what, I wondered. Was she really looking at me with such hunger in her eyes? The boys swarmed around her, but she seemed uninterested in them. She never asked a question in class, but always found something relevant to ask afterwards. Sometimes I would stay ten or fifteen minutes after each session talking with her. She was bright and intelligent and oh so charming. I thought she was charming. Maybe she was just being naturally herself. Maybe she had no hidden desires for another woman. No, not just any other woman. Me.”Malathi,” I thought, “get that girl out of your head you cunning lesbian.”Sitting back in English department rest room, I closed my eyes, but Rithika would not get out of my head. I imagined her out of class, wearing something casual and light, walking in the play ground area, the breeze blowing around her, catching her dress between those long legs and molding it to her body.

“Malathi,” I said to myself again, “do not be thinking of that girl naked.” Yes, think of her as just another student, not a woman with a name, but as a young girl with an infatuation. Just another young student of 22 years with full lips and bright eyes that looked at me so intently when I spoke in class but never seemed to catch mine for long in our talks afterwards. To me Rithika seemed like a young women standing in a field near the Agricultural department with the high grass moving in the breeze as she Slipped the thin straps of her dress down to bare her breasts. Oh, such loveliness as I saw her nipples revealed to me.My eyes shot open and I sat upright in my chair.This was not good. I could not be imagining my student like this. No, no, no, no. Not again Malathi enough is enough, you had enough with the female students studying under you.But then as class ended and the students broke out aimlessly I found myself missing her. I liked Rithika. I liked her quick mind and the questions she asked and the talks we shared. I liked being her mentor, sharing my knowledge, expertise and experience with her. And then came time for 1st semester exams & the whole class reassembled and there she was looking so fresh and clean and pure. Surely she was not pure. A girl of 22 was bound to have had lots of opportunities to do anything she ever wanted to be, anything but pure. Still, she looked so sweet and demure. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

Oh, fresh and clean and pure Rithika. I gave up telling myself not to think about her and let my fantasies run away with me. Later I was with her in the play ground, helping her out of that ridiculously sexy dress that was really nothing more than a simple casual cotton top and knee length thin skirt until Rithika wore it. I was leaning to kiss her, feeling the warmth of her bosom on mine as our arms found one another. Pulling her too me, my own breasts hot with passion and desire.My fingers would find their way into my panties, down down down until they touched my clit. Softly rolling it, I let my mind see Rithika easing her dress all the way off, then reaching to unbutton my blouse, peeling it off my shoulders, arms around me to unclasp my strapless bra. Coffee, I decided. Coffee was nice and safe and there was nothing wrong with asking a student to have a cup of coffee. Besides, I was mature and confident. My career demanded it. I had to hold my own in a competitive world. At coffee, I could use all my skills and experience to see just what this girl was up to with her questions and attention. I had been with few women. Sexual experimentation. Fun. Touching the forbidden. Well, maybe pure Rithika had too. Maybe it was not such a big deal to seduce her at all.Oh, but it was. I sighed as my fingers slipped inside of me, pleasing myself as I imagined Rithika touching me with her fair slender fingers. Would she be shy and demure as a lover, or raw and adventurous, ready for anything? Oh, the ugly wicked thoughts I enjoyed until our next meeting. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

Asking her to coffee was so easy. She practically jumped at the chance. I began to feel more confident. I could make any overture to her seem most innocent. If she was not interested, what would a subtle comment be taken as but light, airy conversation? We arrived separately. I made sure to dress conservatively, professionally. My hair was pulled back, and I wore my reading glasses which I wound’ it normally do. Under my white blouse, I wore my contrasting black & lacy bra, thinking, if the moment was right, I might just brush the loose end of my sari aside and bend my back just the right way.Rithika was charming as usual. She was dressed properly for a meeting with her instructor, crisp shorts and a sleeveless blouse. She wore her long hair pulled back, exposing the slim line of her throat so adorably. We sat across from each other at a café away from the University premises and talked of her studies and my career and things that someone about to enter it might expect to encounter. At one point, she laid her hand on the table, and I found a reason to lean forward and lay mine on hers as I made a point. I let It linger for a moment. I looked at her. She looked back, but did not move her hand. She didn’t draw it away. She didn’t do anything.I was so frustrated. Was she interested or not? One moment I was sure she was. The next, I was sure she wasn’t. I decided not to slip my sari loose end and bend my back for her and show off. It no longer felt like such a free and easy thing to do casually. This was not just some casual pick-up. I could not come on to her as I might if we had met in a social situation. No, I was her teacher and she was my student and even thought we were both adults, if I made sexual overtures to her that she was not eager for, it could end my teaching career. Just what I needed was NO RUMORS among anyone in and around the University. I am not interested to advertise that I am a lesbian. But I just wanted to make love to this one incredibly beautiful and smart and desirable woman. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

Taking my hand away, we finished our coffee and ran out of things to say. As we stood, she posed herself so disarmingly that I found there was no proper way to say goodbye other than to chance hug her. So I did. Nothing wrong with a hug. Women to women.Oh, to have Rithika in my arms. I didn’t want to let go. My arms slipped around her and she came into them. I could feel her breasts moving on mine as we came together. I felt the softness of her under her clothes. Her cheek was warm on my own as we held onto one another. I never wanted to let go. But I knew I should. I broke it off a little sooner than I needed to. It had gone on longer than a goodbye hug should, but not long enough to be the parting of lovers. I wanted to give her something to think about. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

Later in the next meeting, at which we both acted reserved and aloof, she paused for a moment to ask one of her regular series of questions. She seemed shy. Why shy? I pretended I didn’t have time to chat and suggested we meet again for coffee. She agreed with a vigorous nod of her head. “Tuesday afternoon?””Tuesday,” she agreed, her pretty eyes rising to meet mine as she smiled.Collecting my things, I hurried out to my car. What was I going to do with myself until Tuesday? Why hadn’t I said Sunday, or Saturday or even right now? I gripped the wheel to stop myself from pulling up my sari and touching myself right there in the parking lot. Slowing my breathing, I relaxed and finally started the car, driving away for an appointment with nothing and no one and leaving a lovely young woman standing alone in an empty classroom. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

On Tuesday, I was planning to go home and change at lunch, slipping in to something less formal for our date. Oh, my, I was calling it a date. Bad Malathi. Someone should spank you for these thoughts. But no. As it was, I was almost late for our afternoon coffee date. I pride myself on punctuality. And I was so glad that I was already at our table when she arrived. She took my breath away.It wasn’t the same casual dress I had pictured in my fantasies, but it was awfully much like it. I was watching the door as she came out of the café proper and made her way across the outdoor garden. It was like watching her in slow motion. She reached up to sweep her hair back as she came out the door, and the long, free black hair floated for a moment before falling over her shoulder. Her dress was tidy long flowing frock to just below her knee, patterned and trimmed with white lace across the breast section. It came to a vee Above her breasts, and there began a line of buttons that ran all the way down. While it was not tight, it did follow the curves of her figure, hugging the fullness of her breasts and narrowing at her waist before flaring at her hips. She walked lightly, in sandals, long legs striding sensuously, long hair streaming, her long dress flowing around those legs. The dress moved as her body moved, sweeping over her as her skin moved under it. Oh my, Malathi. What the hell are you going to do now?Suddenly, she was slipping into a chair next to me. Not across the table, as she had last time, but next to me. I could smell her. She was clean and fresh and oh so desirable. Her greeting was breathy and breezy, light. She smiled as she said hello.”I am so glad we have this chance to talk more,” she said. Somehow, she managed to lean over as she did, shoulders raised so that her breasts were pushed together. When she let her shoulders drop, I saw them move back under the pattern of her dress, conforming on to their own shape and the light confines of that dress. It was not cold, but her nipples were standing up. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

We talked for about an hour this time. I had another meeting to attend before the end of the day, so I had to break it off far sooner than I would have liked. When, toward the end, I once more laid my hand lightly over her wrist as she laid it on the table, she turned her hand up, taking my own wrist in her fingers. We sat there, pretending we were not holding hands in public for about five minutes, somehow managing to talk about the most insane things. And of course, we weren’t really holding hands. I had my fingers around her wrist. She had hers around mine. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”Malathi,” she said finally, as I had made my excuses to leave and finally removed my hand from her arm, “would you like to come over for dinner on Friday to my place?”I didn’t know what to say. Dinner? With Rithika? At her rented house? Just the two of us? Why wait until Friday?”I’d love to,” I heard myself saying. Rithika asked the waiter for a pen and was scrawling her address and phone number on a napkin. I noticed her tongue stuck out a little as she fought the pen across the rough surface. We stood, and she handed me the napkin. Trying not to be too obvious, Rithika had to reach back behind her to adjust her dress where it had stuck to her bottom. I smiled. Then she was in my arms again, her fresh body pressing to mine. It was amazing to feel her moving under her dress. I was sure she was not wearing anything else at all and I wished that I was as free to dress that way as she. Once more, the hug lasted longer than it needed to, but not long enough. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

“See you about eight then,” she said as we each began to let go. Her lips almost touched my cheek, but I was not sure. I let her precede me out. That dress swished and swayed as did her hips. It bounced as she did. It seemed like Friday would never come. I was busy all week until Friday afternoon. Then suddenly, it seemed I had nothing to do at all. The hours dragged until it was time for me to go home and get ready for our dinner. I took a long bath, luxuriating in the water until it was lukewarm. I shaved my legs, trimmed a bit higher up and then washed my hair in the shower to wash the week’s worries away. I dried my hair, leaving it down, and put on just a hint of make-up, then padded around and poked through my closet. What would be just the right thing to wear? I could show up in nothing at all and remove any of the suspense, but it might make getting from my car to her door awkward. I laughed at The very thought of it. I settled on a grape sari and white blouse, something a little sheer to wear over a Black lacy bra. My panties matched. As if anyone was going to see them.On the way to her place, I stopped and got a bottle of whisky from an old ex-service man near my house. Rithika had told me she would be making something light, so I chose two bottles of KF beer since we will have a choice to make when it comes to the drink. The old man smiled wickedly at me & seemed impressed with how I looked, it seemed. He was very anxious to help with my stocks to the car.And then I was parking in front of her rented house in Marriyappa Nagar. I found it hard to get out. I sat behind the wheel again, thinking this was just a nice dinner between professional colleagues. That was all it was. Two friends with common interests in their careers and futures. Finally, I got out, carefully holding the bottles of beer & whisky and suddenly thinking that two bottles was far too much. Her place was on the second floor, away from the road and overlooking a green paddy field in the back. It took me moment or two get on to the second floor. Malathi, it’s very bad you are horny enough to rush up the steps challenging your age. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

I rang the bell and waited, trying to find a way to carry these bottles and look nonchalant and airy. It took her a minute to answer the door as she had been in the kitchen. Her hair was pulled back and her pretty face was a little flushed from her cooking, but she looked so adorable. Once again, she wore a sleeveless salwar top, but this one was a very low cut and the top button was undone. Below it she wore a inskirt or a petticoat as it was called, quiet short to show off her long legs. She was barefoot. In a moment, she was ushering me in and hugging me again, molding her body to mine in a friendly greeting that lasted a bit longer than friendship. I could not hug her back as I had bottles in either of my hand. It was all her, pulling me to her, pressing her softness to mine.Rithika laughed and welcomed me in, taking the bottles and scurrying away to the kitchen to put it in the fridge. I followed, asking her if I could help in any way, so she handed me a KF bottle and began to dig around for an opener in one of her drawers. She reached up to hold her hair back as she did, leaning over, and her top gaped from below. Without meaning to, I saw up under it to her breasts hanging down as she bent to find the bottle opener. I tore my eyes away just in time as she came up with the Spanish knife and handed it to me. Our fingers brushed together for an instant, then she turned away to get down two glasses from the cabinet. Her little skirt stretched over her bottom as she reached up for them. Was there nothing this girl could do that didn’t flaunt her body to me?

“Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes,” she purred. “Let’s take our beer out on the balcony.” Setting a timer on the microwave oven, she turned and led the way.I poured two glasses and carried them both as I followed her out. Barefoot, she moved with a steady easy & grace. Often, I have noticed, tall girls develop a kind of hunched posture as if they were trying to make themselves seem shorter, but Rithika walked with her shoulders back and in light steps.She leaned over the rail and inhaled deeply of the evening air. Turning to me again, she took her glass of KF and sat in one of the two cushioned chairs on the balcony. I took the other and relaxed back. This was nice. Just two friends having beer in the fine evening air. She asked about my week and it gave us something to talk about as dinner cooked. She got up once to refill our glasses. When the timer rang, she sprang up again and rolled with that hip-swaying easy gait of hers back to the kitchen, telling me to stay where I was. In a moment she was back with two Little light weight wooden stools that she set next to our chairs. She set them quickly, and then moved off to bring our meal.When she returned, another of the buttons of her blouse seemed to have come undone. So had her hair. It lay beautifully over her shoulders and over her breasts. She smiled, her back arched as she carried our plates. She set one down on my table, then slipped back into her own chair and set down her plate. Dinner was delicious, a mixture of rice and chicken with little vegetables and light seasonings called popularly as chicken briyani. She had to rise again to get the second bottle of KF and I was startled to realize we had finished one already even before dinner was finished. We talked of her week during dinner, just the little things she had done, with me asking questions here and there. She was enjoying her studies and thought she was learning a lot. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

When we finished eating, she quickly cleaned up the dishes and asked me if I thought we should open the whisky. I was feeling a little giddy already, but I took a small messure with plain water when she offered it to me and poured herself the same quantity. We took them out to the balcony again. Once more she stood leaning against the rail, her whisky in her left hand and her right, the one closest to me, clutching the rail. I moved to stand next to her, letting my fingers brush lightly over hers. She turned her hand immediately, taking mine in hers as we both looked out into the star studded sky. Neither of us spoke for a time as we watched the stars shining magnificently and held hands and sipped our whisky. I waited for her, she waited for me. Finally, I raised her hand to my lips and kissed her fingers softly. We both had to turn so I could, and our bodies moved within inches of each other. Rithika seemed intent on watching my lips touch her fingers, but she was breathing deeply. I kissed up her arm, light, dry kisses on her inner arm. She held it up for me. I kissed higher, along the lines of her upper arm, to the edge of her salwar top. Rithika was taller than me, but I was still wearing my platform heels and that made us close to the same height. I kissed over her shoulder, still holding her arm as she held it up for me to adore. Then my lips were on that delicate, slender neck, my nose brushing her hair away, my lips nipping at her skin, my tongue moving over her.Rithika was murmuring softly, little sounds of happiness as she arched her neck, the movement bringing her body into mine, her soft breasts falling to mine. Her arm then went around me and she paused to set down her whisky. Then I was in her arms and we were kissing. Sweet, soft kisses, exploring one another’s lips, mouths, tongues. I set my whisky down too and put my arms around her. I held her to me and just enjoyed being in her arms. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo, I See You

Neither of us wanted to be the first to let go, so we stayed like that for a very long time. Finally, I reached back to take her hand and moved away, breathing deeply.”Rithika,” I started, not sure what to say. I wanted to tell her that I wanted her desperately. She kissed me again, as if she didn’t know what to say either. This time, she kissed my face, my neck and shoulders.”Malathi, Mam,” she whispered, “I want you so much.” I moved to her, in her arms, letting her kiss me, caress me. It felt so wonderful to be touched by her. With a deep breath, she moved away, taking my hand in hers and leading me to her bedroom. Our bodies were in close contact the entire way, we paused to kiss, Rithika turning to press to me again, then away to lead me on. Her bed was suddenly before us, and she let go of me long enough To draw back the covers, then we sank to it, lying gently on the cool surface, still holding one another And kissing once again.I had to be bold. We had come down with me on top of her, resting over her body. I drew back, resting on one arm, lolling to one side, still pressed to her. I reached for her, moving to unbutton her blouse. Rithika arched her back, offering herself, making it easier. My fingers pushed away the material and I lowered my lips to kiss the tops of her breasts over her thin bra. I could see the outline of her nipples through it. It was sexy and sheer and I knew she had worn it for me. Reaching around her back, I unclasped it and drew it from her body, finally exposing her to me. Finally, after all those sweet fantasies, the very woman herself was in my arms. I lowered my lips to her stiff nipples, kissing one & then the other, literally worshipping her. Velamma 70 Sex Education! Peek-A-Boo I See You