Desi Sex Stories My name is Harish, and I’m from Bangalore. Let me tell u about the incident that happened in my college days. I will not call this a relation. But it just happened when I was 19 years old and studying in a junior college.
Our family was very conservative, and talking about sex was a taboo thing at that time. Even the movies with a few exposing scenes, my parents never allowed me to see. Frankly, I never had much knowledge of sex at that time. The information was limited to the casual talks with my friends.
I never had the faintest idea what all is done during sex. Yes, I knew they kiss and caress and just how intercourse is done. But I had confusion and doubts about many things related to sexual acts.
At that time, my teacher was the wife of my father’s close friend in the office. They used to stay within a km from our house. Our family was very close, and we used to visit each other for social gatherings. I think she was in her late 30s or early 40s.
She was an extremely sexy and attractive lady. She had curly hair, was tall and had an attractive face. She had a good body shape and a fair complexion. She had a very attractive smile, and many times I just looked at her face in class and got lost in her.
She was well-mannered and good at teaching, and all students listened to her in class. Since I was finding science a little difficult, she told my mother she would help me with it, and I used to go to her house to clear my doubts. It went on for some time.
I got more attracted to her because I got a chance to see and interact with her more closely. Sometimes other students also used to come to her house for tuition, and we used to have joint classes also.
But most of the time, she took classes for me alone since I was not going for regular tuition. It was only for some lessons where I had doubts. She used to sit next to me and teach. Many a time, we made body contact. She used to treat me as a child, I felt.
She used to give me snacks, tea, and all, and we became closer than before. On a couple of occasions, I was alone with her in the house. I saw her without a saree, but with only a blouse and a petticoat, and she was least hesitant to come near me like that.
She used to come near me and lean forward with her elbow on the table to explain to me. I got a glimpse of her milky cleavage. I only glanced on a couple of occasions, thinking about what she would think if she noticed, but I could not resist doing so in between.
Also, when she was in a petticoat while coming out of the bath, I could see the shadow of her legs through it, and her back was very sensual with a sexy hip with well-shaped. Sometimes she used to give me some work, and she would go for a bath, telling me to finish the exercise.
Afterwards, she’ll come and check it after she finishes the bath. But this I noticed she did only when I was alone with her, and she never did when other students were with her. At that time, she will be properly dressed also. Then, sexual thoughts started coming to my mind about her.
One day, I masturbated fantasising about her. I got a unique pleasure at that time, other than the normal days when I used to masturbate thinking of actresses, etc. But I was too scared to do anything further.
Then one day she caught me glancing at her cleavage. We were alone while she was explaining a lesson to me. She reacted to it sharply by covering it quickly, and I felt very embarrassed and afraid. If my mother came to know about it, I could not think what would happen, and I really sweated.
She then told me a little seriously that this is not the age for such things. I should concentrate on my studies. Also, because it was me, she was behaving so close and casual with me, thinking I was a good-mannered boy. She is teaching me, thinking I am serious about my studies.
If I am not interested in studies, and if my attention is going somewhere else, she does not need to put those efforts. I really felt guilty, ashamed and bad. I told her sorry, apologised to her, and requested her not to tell my mother. I was really frightened.
I could not concentrate on anything else, and I told her to leave me early that day since I was upset, and she did so without telling me anything further. That night, I could not sleep thinking about how to face her again. The next day, I did not go, saying I was not well.
After two days, she came to my house, and I was too afraid and embarrassed to face her. But she behaved normally, as if nothing had happened, and told me to come that afternoon, and I agreed. I told her I was not well for two days, for which she smiled at me, the meaning of which only she and I knew.
Now I was sure she would not tell my mom about it, but she casually told my mother that I had to improve my concentration in studies and smiled at me. I became nervous at that time, but she said nothing more. I went to her house that afternoon, and she was alone.
She taught me as if nothing had happened, and it went on for a few days. I avoided looking at her except for her face, and that also only when required. Then our festival holidays started. She came one day to our house and asked my parents if I could stay for two nights at her house.
Her husband is going out of station for some work, and her children have gone to their sister’s place for the holidays. Her husband had also mentioned this to my father. My parents were only too happy because she could help me with my studies.
I was a little shocked at how she could do such a thing. But it has now become clear that she is not angry with me, nor does she have any mistrust of me. I went to her house that night, and it was raining heavily. She started teaching me and we took dinner and she started teaching me again.
It was around 10 pm, and we had almost finished our study. She told me she wanted to talk to me for a while, and she asked why I was glancing at her like that. I was taken aback, and I did not reply. She came near to me, held my hand, and told me not to worry.
She would not tell anyone, and she had not told anyone about that incident. But I was nervous, which she noticed. She turned off the light in that room and came and sat near me, holding my hand. She asked whether I was attracted sexually to me or just looked like that.
Did I read any sex books? Had I seen any lady naked? I really sweated and was speechless. She told it is normal to have such feelings and I don’t have to worry. But I should not lose interest in studies with such thoughts. And I should masturbate and relieve myself.
She asked whether I masturbate, and I told her yes with much hesitation. She asked me why I am hesitating. It is a natural thing for boys, especially, and even girls do it. This was information for me. Then she asked the most embarrassing question to me, whether I think of her and masturbate?
I was shell-shocked and told her no. But she raised my chin with her hand and told me to tell the truth and not worry about it, but she wants an honest answer. I did not answer for long; she persuaded me again and again. When I told her yes, I do. She gave a naughty smile.
She asked what situation I fantasise about. I just kept quiet; I was too afraid of what was happening. But at the same time, I felt the erection. She held my hand and took me to her bedroom. She did not turn on the light. But in the other room, the light was on. I could see her, even though she was like a shadow.
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