The Kind Hand

*beep* *beep*

The alarm rung and woke me up from my slumber. No one was besides me and my husband already left for work.

„..ahh-hhaa.."

However, I was still sleepy and yawned. The events of last night lingered inside my mind and replayed themselves several times.

I couldn't control it and the memories of the pleasure by having sex with strangers, made me horny again.

„I'm horny at 7 AM..I need help."

A part of me enjoys sex, but I don't like that fact and planned to remain untouched from now on.

I stood up and searched in my wardrobe for my work clothes. It was the black skirt and white blouse, which were tight, causing me to doubt of having this bought.

I touched my chin and my brain started to rethink over it. Unfortunately, I can't remember it and it seems to me usual, as if this is a typical custom.

„Whatever, time is short."

I did every chore as always and before I headed outside, my son left for school ahead. He tags along his friend Kize and he has a very good relationship with him, which makes me happy.

With the tight clothes, I saw a beauty reflected in the mirror and couldn't help, but praise myself.

I developed a tendency for sexy lingerie, including a black thong and a black bra. To highlight it, I wore black high heels and my legs looked longer and especially sexier.

Satisfied with the result, I walked to the front door and opened it.

*Thud*

„Oh, if it isn't the beautiful Mrs. Yuria!"

Curious words came from the right and I gazed at my right, only to find my neighbor with a trash bag.

My cheeks reddened and I avoided his gaze in embarrassment. I quickly chose words to not ruin our neutral relationship and left with a swift turn to the left, „Sorry, I would love to talk, but I can't be late for the train. Please excuse me!"

„No worries, Mrs. Yuria! Although, I wanted to show you something tonight! You should look forward to it!"

I raised my eyebrow and was slightly uncertain about the meaning.

Nevertheless, I headed to the school with the train and it was a relaxing change for a while. Men always surrounded me and sex occupied my head so many times.

„Are you okey, Yuria?"

„Huh?"

A familiar and deep voice filled my ears and brought me back from being absentminded. I widened my eyes and found the principal in front of me with a secretive glance, directed at my cleavage.

Yet, instead of disdain and contempt, I felt my body aching. A comfortable flame warmed my body up and I begun to leak honey juice.

„Spacing out, huh?"

„Hii!"

A rough hand fell on my left buttock and like a stun gun, my whole body was lightly electrified.

In order to flee his groping, I would have to go against a tall and fat old man. This was simply the harsh reality and stiffed moans sounded under my pants.

„Mhm!"

To expand the wonderful sensation, his fingers moved and formed it to multiple shapes. I already felt my thong getting wet and my flame increased with each second.

„Ahh-!"

A soft moan escaped out of my mouth, surprising the principal as well and I hastily closed my mouth with my hands.

„Seems like someone is enjoying it!"

His tempting words entered from my left ear and sunk deep inside my mind, firmly anchoring.

*ring* *ring*

„Let's continue it another time!"

Luckily, the school bell rang and alarmed the students of the school beginning, also letting the principal resume his work. I was freed from his grip and heaved a sigh.

I taught as always and explained the theory of Structuralism and Poststructuralism. The students tried their utmost to pay attention, but many lacked at understanding, that it was a literary movement, primarily concerned with understanding how language works, as a system of meaning production.

Notably, many glued glances were sometimes directed at my breasts or buttocks, while writing on the blackboard.

I didn't want to blame them, but putting no efforts for their grades in school report, will end hazardously for them.

Worries rode over me and at the end of the teaching, I called out the three students to stay.

„What is it, Mrs. Yuria?"

They stood confused in front of the teacher's desk and sought enlightening. To top it off, they didn't seem to have a harmonious relationship with each other.

„I have called you, because we have to talk about your behavior in class. Are you guys having a hard time keeping up with my speed of lecturing or need extra lessons?"

The young student closest to me, glanced at me doubtfully, „Uhm, I think it's too complicated for Mrs. Yuria to solve, but I appreciate the concern!"

I crossed my arms and stared as firmly as I could, „I don't wish to witness any bad grades in my class. So please, tell me!"

They gazed at each other and a desperate stare returned my way.

„We..have some issues with each other and can't find a solution to end this dispute. Every attempt fails in another disagreement."

„So, we got a starting point. What is the arguing about or was the topic?"

The young students faces blushed and they could partially look at me without avoiding my gaze.

„C'mon, I promise I will help!"

They gulped cautiously and the young student, that is the closest to me, reluctantly voiced the ridiculous issue, „Kenji and Naoki agree, that your mouth would feel better, than your breasts, however, I disagree and I am sure of your voluptuous breasts being heavenly better!"

„H-huh?"

I doubted the words I heard and a mix of embarrassment and glory struck me in surprise.