Forført av spesialpedagogen

[Cor Cubiculum]

En erotisk novelle ble nylig postet her i forumet. Og tydeligvis godt mottatt av leserne og akseptert av admin. Så jeg prøver meg med en av mange jeg selv har skrevet. Dessverre er den på engelsk, men det er vel neppe et problem for de fleste her. Om du liker den må du gjerne gi tommel opp. Da kan det hende jeg blir motivert til å poste flere.

 

When I originally wrote this story, the title in Norwegian was:

"Forført av spesialpedagogen" which can be directly translated as "Seduced by the Special Education Teacher". That was her profession. And for me she really became someone who taught me a lot of "special" stuff. But that professional title is a bit cumbersome in English, I think. For that reason, I chose to use "Goddess" in the title. Because in many ways she appeared like one to me at the time.

This story is about the dark, beautiful woman who practically picked up young me on the subway in Oslo. The weather had been nice for a few weeks, and the semester was coming to an end. Me: Already tanned in a tight white singlet, a student on his way to a lecture. She: Confident, a mature woman on her way to work. Appearance? Imagine a Kari Bre... at 40. Or someone else in the same league. Almost 20 years older than me, it turned out later. A slim, tall woman, breasts that demanded space in her blouse. A woman with a capital W. For those who are not familiar with famous Norwegian women, the one I mentioned may remind you of Ala... Mori..e..e or De....ore, only five or six inches taller.

I noticed her as soon as she entered the subway car. A beautiful, stylish lady. Incredibly soft, sensual movements, fluttering across the floor like a dancer towards the empty seat directly across from me. I sat in my usual place, creature of habit that I am. She elegantly sits down directly across from me and invites me to a chat about the ins and outs, the warm weather, life. I am fascinated, drinking her in with my eyes. The blouse is thin and light. The fabric billows around her as she moves. She raises her arm to straighten her hair, the thin blouse material drapes around her chest, clearly showing her shape. The outline of a hard nipple can be glimpsed through the thin bra and blouse material. Optical illusion, or do I also see the dark area around it?

She saw where my gaze wandered, repeating the movement slowly, subtly rocking her upper body, her breasts swaying erotically, smiles imperceptibly, satisfied? The hint of a nod as if to say "it's okay. Just look." Her breasts are more than a handful by a good margin. I fantasize about how it would feel to caress them. What's happening? Then she smiled warmly and openly at me. I smiled back. She mentioned that on a lovely day like this, a beer outside after work would be nice. Did I want to keep her company? My mouth was dry and I had to clear my throat a little before I could stammer out, "Yes, I would love to."

We are approaching my station. She is also getting off there. She suggests where and when we should meet. I am extremely impressed by this elegant lady. What does she want with me? We are standing on the platform. We have agreed on when and where we will meet, and we are about to go our separate ways. I hardly have to bend my head at all to look her in the eye. Is she five foot seven or eight? A little more? We are standing quite close. People are passing by. Everyone on their way to something urgent, it seems. No one is looking at us.

We humans have some widely recognized limitations. Customs or manners, what we can and cannot do in certain situations. And a little too soon she wants to give me a hug before we part. A little too soon she pulls me right up to her. I can feel the shape of her breasts through the thin layers of my singlet and her blouse. Her hands stroke a little too early, quickly and firmly up to my bare shoulders. Holding a little too tightly, squeezing, stroking them a little too clearly and exploratively, and with obvious delight. Moving her hands down to my chest and back towards my back, stroking a little too lovingly on the way there too. Aren't she a little too old and I a little too young to be doing this to each other? She holds her upper arms close to her body, gently pushes her shoulders and arms forward. There's not much space between us. That maneuver pushes her boobs forward and into my chest all too clearly. I get sweaty and dizzy.

There are far too many "a little too much" and "too clearly or early". There can be no doubt about what is going on. She has gotten the response she wanted and is gently, but all too clearly, stroking her hips against my lower abdomen. Rotating sensually and deliciously, far too much to leave any doubt about intent. Pressing even harder against me. Marking territory? Is anyone watching us? No, the platform has already become empty. I am young, and she is a mature, stylish woman with a capital W. And I am far too - beyond far too - lost in this revelation of a woman to care what others find proper. But this can't happen to a young dude like me? So I squirmed in embarrassment, afraid that she will discover my more than semi-rigid manhood. There are only shorts and her thin skirt between it and her. She smiles, far too teasingly that I can manage to fool myself into thinking she doesn't notice. I blush. She gives me a wet kiss on the cheek. All boundaries are eroding and their dust is blowing away. I am lost.

******

I stop by a store and buy a towel and soap before the lecture. I haven't showered since my run with some friends the night before. Have to visit the gym during the day. But not to work out.

******

Later, over a pint, she tells me that she has always been fascinated by young, fit men like me. She says that she had noticed me several times on the subway and wanted to make contact. She knew exactly where I used to sit. She divorced her husband, with whom she has two children, several years ago. He has found a new one. Her face is known throughout Norway. She also recently said goodbye to a thirty-year-old Swede. She learns that I don't have a girlfriend at the moment, but that I am looking. And I learned that she is single and searching and needs some company. She is full of compliments. When a woman like this sets out to charm a horny, young lad like this young version of me, then the result is a given. We ended up at her house.

She has a home that suits her. It really reflects who she is. Elegant and stylish. And there, in the middle of the living room, she starts to undress me. Slowly, slowly she pulls the singlet a little way up my stomach. Caresses. And then up to my chest. I pull it further up and off. Her hands slowly explore my back. Carefully, as if she's afraid of hurting me? Warmth spreads from her hands, as if they're on fire. Her warm hands travel further up to my chest and stomach. Continue the journey to my hips and further back. Lays her cheek against my chest and fills her lungs with deep breaths. Breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth. Slowly, so slowly. Her warm breath tickles so deliciously.

I carefully pull up her blouse. She helps. It and the skirt end up on the floor. I have a living goddess there in front of me. In panties and bra. She pulls me close again. Continue to explore every inch of my body with her hands, mouth, her whole self. Takes me in with all her senses. Maybe like a blind person does to experience and enjoy art? But the analogy is lame because the eyes are also involved. They sparkle. Her hands reach under my shorts. Grasp my buttocks. Hugs, look up at me and smiles the most beautiful smile. Kisses on my neck, searches for my mouth. A delicious, wet little tongue plays with my lips. In no hurry to enter.

I joined her play. Calibrate and meet her as she meets me. Close my eyes and let my hands explore this wonder of a woman. Back, waist, hipbone. She is so lovely. Inhale her scents. Let my hands slowly slide under her panties from the side and back. She is so soft and yet firm. Warm. She sighs and does as she did at the station. Rotates her hips slowly towards me. Now I am neither embarrassed nor unsure. I meet her hips unabashedly. My hands around her buttocks follow the rhythm. I press her against me and let her know that I want her - in case she has any doubts... Our tongues dance a wild and horny dance.

Then she pushes my shorts and boxers down my thighs in one motion. Her eyes are closed. I feel a hand exploring my exposed genitals. "I have to have you now..." she whispers. Lifts her left leg and balances on her right. Like a ballet dancer? Leading me under the edge of her panties and into her wet cave. I change position a little to stand a more steadily. Finding some support in a sturdy armchair behind me, I grab her lovely butt with one hand and a nice thigh with the other. I slowly slid in. It's wet, so wet and warm. All the way to the bottom. Her body quivers, she sighs and we find a rhythm.

The heat spreads from my lower abdomen and out into my entire body. I feel devout. Losing myself in my beautiful Goddess. It feels like I'm floating on a billowing cloud. It's an ecstatic experience, but without any orgasms yet. Just close, so close all the time. The pace is slow. In, out, in out. She rotates ever so slightly on my shaft with each thrust. Then she slows down even more. She is almost motionless and still in my arms. Whispers that she must stop a bit, because otherwise she'll be cumming. She wants to drag out the moment even more. She's otherworldly, breathtakingly beautiful and delicious. Somewhat inexperienced me didn't know such creatures existed. And right now, she's mine.

She slowly moves towards me again. I follow her sensual movements, and we are almost immediately back in the delicious rhythm. But soon it is my turn to need a break. She holds me tightly, rests her head on my chest. Do I see a small tear in the corner of her eye? She really IS divine, otherworldly. Oh, happiness, that she chose me! Emotions well up inside me. I wonder if the corner of my eye has become a little wet too.

Finally, I am able to continue. But I'm struggling. It's so out-of-this-world delicious. It feels like I'm going to burst with pleasure. She's so incredibly beautiful. I must hold out a little longer for her, I think. I start counting slowly backwards from 100.

100, 99, 97, 94, 90, 85, 79...... It needs to be hard enough that I must concentrate on the next number. Make me think of something other than this intense tidal wave that threatens to wash over me. I continue and count myself down quite far.

But she is an experienced and perceptive lady. She senses every little sign. Even the ones of which I am not even aware. She understands and asks me to let go. She is ready for her first one very soon, she tells me. Hints that she wants more than just one. She is breathing hard now, I notice. She'll be there soon. And then it happens. The deliciousness that fills me to the breaking point, wants to come out. Then it bursts. More like an explosion. Orgasms ripple through our bodies. Waves of pure, intense pleasure. It's a wonder we don't fall since we're standing, balancing on three legs.

When it finally subsides, she asks me to carry her into the bedroom. She lifts her other leg and clings to me. She probably doesn't want me to slip out of her. I'm still stiff. I'm young and can often do several rounds without a break in between. She's figured that out, or at least hoped it was like that. She's probably experienced this before. Maybe that explains some of her fascination with young men? She nods in the direction of the bedroom and eventually the right door for me.

She hasn't seen all of me yet and is in no hurry. When we enter the bedroom and I try to lay her down on the bed, I slip out. She sits on the edge of the bed, grabs my hips and studies my manhood. It glistens wet, warm and hard. She takes it in her hands and brings it to her mouth, tastes it carefully. Takes it in a little, plays with her lips and tongue. I can tell she's done this before. Stops. "It's beautiful," she notes. "You're circumcised, or at least you don't have much foreskin." "That's probably why you can last so long." I feel honored. Such compliments from an experienced, beautiful woman stick in a young man's heart.

She continues to caress it. Licks up a few horny drops mixed with remnants of semen that seep out. Smiles that beautiful smile to herself. Dreamy eyes. It's almost like she disappears into another world, oblivious to her surroundings except for the part of me she has right in front of her, right then and there.

"I need more!" she says, clearly not wanting to waste a good erection. Pulls off her panties that have actually survived around her hips until now. She sits on the edge of the bed, leans back and lifts her legs. For the first time, I see her wonderful pussy. She is nicely "coiffed" as we say these days. At least in Norwegian. A beautiful, dark tuft of hair surrounds the open, smiling cave. She wants me to penetrate her again, but I just have to kiss and suck her a little. She smells delicious. The taste is a little different than what I'm used to. It's delicious too. She whimpers and squirms when I barely graze her clit. Suck in her innermost lips, play with my tongue between them. I shake my head so that my nose can do some good a little further up. She tries to gently hold my head. But I can feel that she's struggling with something now, in a good way. A new orgasm is approaching. She presses her thighs against my head, her hands are no longer so careful, she grabs my hair, strokes it. Cumming. I can hardly breathe. I'm proud, it swells inside me -- and in other places too. Imagine that young me gets to be a part of this! I'm lucky. Then I can breathe again. She lies completely still, I hear her breathing, almost purring like a cat.

Then she gets up and signals for me to lie on my back in the middle of the bed. Kneels between my legs. Still in her bra, but without panties now. And insanely sexy. With her hands, eyes and perhaps other senses, that only she is blessed with, she explores my thighs, stomach, chest, nipples. I had never met anyone who was able to be present in the moment, to take in their surroundings, their partner, the sensual, so completely and intensely. And later, only rarely anyone in her league. All her senses are in use. Connected. Yes, maybe some senses that the rest of us don't have. Completely absorbed, focused, careful and at the same time sparkling with intense emotions.

Is this what is meant by worship? I feel worshipped, at least. I relax and enjoy her gentle caresses. Only one part of me doesn't relax. Quite the opposite.

It seems like she's going into a trance. Swaying, eyes half-closed, gently stroking my skin, following the lines of my muscles. It seems like she's enjoying this at least as much as I am. If she has a seventh sense, it must be one that lets her feel other people's physical pleasure and joy as her own. I watch and am indescribably fascinated. I must learn this. Can I do the same? I hope it's contagious!

I had lost all sense of time. All I knew was that she was gradually bending down and using her cheeks, nose, lips, and everything else in addition to her hands. Is it possible to have an orgasm this way? I was literally floating. At some point, I tried to reciprocate in kind. She trembled when I touched her. Sighed, "Ahhh." It was as if my hands were electrically charged. Her sounds of pleasure were hypnotic.

Then she whispered in a voice that almost burst. "I have to have you inside me again." She stood up and sat down with one knee on each side of my hip. Her bra was still on, but she was at least pantyless now. Imagine, so much pleasure, and I still hadn't gotten to enjoy her breasts properly. A rush of anticipation ran through me.

"I want to ride you!" And I was ready, had basically been all along. She found my shaft with her wet, warm slit and stroked herself back and forth a few times. Then she slowly took me inside her. It was so good, so good. Again, I became aware of the beautiful breasts above me. I wanted to release them from the bra. Fumbled a little behind her back but managed to open it. The bra fell, and her breasts were finally free. She leaned forward and caressed my face with them. I grabbed them from either side and pressed them to my cheek and face. Buried myself between them. Big, warm, soft. Searched for a nipple. Saw that it was hard and dark, a beautiful symmetrical and equally dark ring around it. I nipped, kissed and played with it, swapped and gave the other the same treatment. Above me I heard her gasp and moan. She enjoyed me and I her. She rode me slowly. She enjoyed prolonging her pleasure, that much was clear. She was a good teacher. And I got my first lessons in what lovemaking could really be like. Nothing was rushed. Wonderful!

But everything had an end. There was a limit to how long I could hold back, even with strategic pauses. And even with a woman like her who so completely grasped the moment and guided our shared experience so beautifully. It was like she read my mind. Was completely "tuned in," not just to her own pleasure, but mine as well. She said it was okay. She could cum any time now. I gave in and let it go. She opened up to her own orgasm, letting the dam burst, and the orgasm flooded through her again. She was not silent at all. These had to be the most beautiful sounds a man could hear. Her body shook, throbbed, and writhed above me. She clung to me when she finally calmed down. Burying her face against my neck.

Did I hear sobbing? Yes, she was crying, her body shaking and I became worried. Asked if she was okay. She needed time to produce an answer. This is the gist of what she told me:

"Yes, I'm okay. It was just so deeply beautiful to make love to you. I can react like this on rare occasions when the feelings have been released. But only rarely, when I've really, really had a great time, It was so strong. I hardly dared to hope that it would be like this with you today. It's been so long since the last time. I want you, I HAVE to have you!"

She slid down next to me, rested her head against my neck again, one arm across my chest and one of her long, slender legs between mine. She was completely and utterly exhausted. No longer sobbing, but I saw tears still welling up. Tears of joy! She was blissful, peaceful and content. I turned slightly towards her and rocked her into place next to me. Happiness!

She was a goddess and I felt like a Man with a capital M. I am infinitely grateful for what this wonderful, beautiful, warm and kind person has given me.

******

And in case anyone is still wondering, the original title has a double meaning and gave itself away. It's just a shame it didn't fit so well in English. Both then and today, I think of her as a kind of goddess. So it had to be Goddess. This is as true a story as it is possible to get when everything is dug up from the head of an almost sixty-year-old reminiscing man. Some details are reconstructed from the essence of emotions that still affect me, rather than clear memory images. But this woman is true, and she has left a deep mark on me,