Chapter 3: Lewd Diary (Part 1)
October 7, 2024, Thursday. As I was lying in bed after waking up, he called. After a moment of hesitation, I answered.
"Teacher, you finally picked up my call. I'm almost there. Like yesterday, I'll wait for you downstairs."
Although I wasn't particularly opposed to him, as a teacher I needed to maintain my rationality. How could I possibly date my own student? And now he's coming again today. It seems I'll have to meet him at least once to clarify things and provide proper guidance. Besides, I'm just going out to explain the situation to him, it wasn't like I'm dating my student, I reassured myself. Then I happily sat down to apply beautiful makeup.
After finishing my makeup, I looked at my delicate face in the mirror. Yesterday must have been because I wasn't looking my best. I took out a black spaghetti strap bodycon dress, gray stockings, a coat, and long boots from the closet. After putting them on, I twirled in front of the mirror. My exquisite makeup made me look at least ten years younger. The two thin straps ran from my shoulders to my chest, and my F-cup breasts constrained by my bra looked ready to burst out, with a third of my snow-white cleavage exposed at the neckline of the dress, creating an alluring deep valley.
My slender waist and full hips in the bodycon dress showcased my figure perfectly.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help saying, "Qin Yuanyuan, you really are a beautiful, charming, and alluring woman."
At this moment, I felt like a young girl about to meet her lover for the first time. Soon after, he called again to tell me he had arrived. I gave myself one final pep talk, telling myself this was just a normal meeting with my student to provide him psychological guidance.
When I reached the entrance, I confidently stood before him, showing myself off. He stared at me intently before finally managing to say:
"Teacher, you're too beautiful. I can't even find the words to describe it."
Hearing his compliment, I felt a little proud inside, but I still said:
"The reason I came down is to make it clear that you can't—" Before I could finish, he interrupted.
"Teacher, I know what you want to say. Thank you for accompanying me today. After today, I promise I'll do whatever you say. I'll absolutely obey you."
After hearing him, I didn't know what else to say. Since he understood, there was no need to explain further.
"That's good. Today I'll listen to you, but you must understand I'm your teacher. I can understand you're going through puberty, but from now on, you understand, right?"
"I understand, teacher, don't worry." Hearing his promise, I felt relieved.
"So where do you want to go with me?" I asked.
"Let's go to the forest park in the suburbs."
"Why go somewhere so far?" I asked, puzzled.
"If we stay nearby and a classmate sees us, what then? If they think I'm dating you, that wouldn't be good. Besides, the forest park is so nice. Fewer people and no disturbances. I can quietly enjoy time alone with you."
Hearing this, I reached out and pinched his ear. After he dodged, he said:
"Teacher, let's go quickly, it's getting late."
We went to the parking garage, got in the car, and drove toward the suburban forest park. Along the way, he tried every method to make me laugh, and I was indeed giggling constantly. I didn't even notice when his hand had somehow landed on my thigh, causing me to feel shy inside as I hurriedly removed it.
But soon his hand returned, and I removed it again. After several rounds of this, I gave up. It's just this once, after all. But he didn't behave, and started to gently knead my thigh, making my heart flutter. Thankfully, we were almost there.
After arriving at the forest park and getting out of the car, the October weather couldn't have been better. Looking at the park with l birdsongs, flowers, and lush vegetation, my mood improved considerably. We walked along the shaded path, and he continued to praise my beauty and make me laugh.
Just like in the car, I was utterly charmed by him. Before I knew it, he had taken my hand, and this time I didn't resist, allowing him to hold it. At this moment, I felt like a young girl in love, innocent and joyful, as if all my worries were forgotten. I no longer thought about our teacher-student relationship or our age difference. We seemed just like a young couple in love. His hand became restless again, moving from holding my hands to embracing my waist, and I no longer cared about these things. I seemed to have truly immersed myself in this sweet love, forgetting all my morning self-reassurances.
By the time we reached the pavilion by the lake, his hand was already on my buttocks, gently drawing circles and kneading them. When I realized this, my thoughts were abruptly pulled back from the sweet park stroll to reality. But looking at the calm lake surface and the willow branches swaying gently in the breeze, I let it go. Face yourself, face him.
He held my shoulders and turned me to face him. We looked into each other's eyes, and he said, "Teacher, I love you," then pulled me into his embrace. After a while, he released me, one hand supporting the back of my head, the other around my slender waist. He said, "Teacher, you're so beautiful," and gently kissed my forehead. The hand around my waist began moving toward my buttocks, sometimes kneading, sometimes squeezing, while his lips moved from my forehead to my nose, then to my lips, giving light kisses. Throughout all this, I offered no resistance, allowing his advances.
Finally, his mouth stopped at my exposed cleavage. After kissing it lightly, he continuously ran his tongue along my cleavage, sometimes even pushing his tongue into the valley. His hands had long since moved inside my coat, constantly stroking and kneading my buttocks through the bodycon dress. Perhaps finding this unsatisfying, he directly lifted my dress and put his hands inside my underwear, to continue playing with my big ass. My beautiful ass was now in direct contact with his large hands without any barriers. If not for the coat covering me, my ass would have been exposed to the air.
Under his successive advances, my body seemed to have surrendered, enjoying his caresses. I occasionally let out soft moans, as if encouraging my assailant.
His mouth left my chest and kissed my red lips. I offered no resistance, as if surrendering. He easily slipped his tongue into my mouth and began to explore. His hand, kneading my buttocks, also explored downward until his middle finger touched my little pussy. As his middle finger gently tapped at my little clit, I let out barely audible moans.
By now, my face was flushed with deep arousal. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my tongue intertwined with his. He withdrew his hand from below and directly inserted it into my underwear from my lower abdomen. His large hand cupped my crotch, pushing upward as if trying to lift me. At this point, I felt like I was sitting on his palm with my crotch as the support point. Then he used his middle finger to continuously tease my little clit.
The light kisses on my mouth and the pleasure below gave me a feeling of suffocation, like floating in space. As his hand movements quickened and intensified, I could no longer focus on the kissing. I tightly gripped the front of his T-shirt and buried my entire face in his chest. The moment his middle finger entered my pussy, my insides erupted like a volcano. He withdrew his hand, then grabbed my hair to pull my head away from his chest. I looked at him in a daze, but his face revealed a lewd smile as he held his hand, covered in my love juices, in front of my face.
"Teacher, I didn't expect you to be so slutty. You climaxed just from one finger inside," he seemed to say proudly. I blushed with embarrassment and could only weakly reply:
"It's been over ten years since I last..." He continued to wave his hand, saying:
"Teacher, I didn't bring any tissues. My hand is covered in your love juices. What should we do?" He pondered, then his eyes lit up as if he'd thought of a solution. He extended his hand to my mouth and said:
"Teacher, why don't you lick it clean for me?" He said with a lewd smile. Hearing this extremely humiliating suggestion, I immediately buried my face back in his chest. But he grabbed my hair again and pulled my head out, turning to signal something to me. Following his gaze, I saw a young couple walking toward us on the same path. He said:
"Teacher, you'd better hurry, or it won't look good if others see you like this."
Only then did I realize that my bodycon dress had long been lifted to my waist. Although the coat covered it, from the front it still looked... extremely embarrassing.
Seeing his face full of lewd smiles and for the sake of my own dignity, I gave in. I gently opened my mouth and took his fingers in, sucking and licking it with my tongue. From his index and middle fingers to his ring finger, and finally I had licked his palm clean as well. As I was about to take the next step, he said...