July is one of the hot months in India. Anjali was our English teacher since class eleventh. Initially, I thought of her only as a teacher who was bea...tiful but I had no lust for her. When our 12th started, she stopped me and some of my classmates for an extra class one day. She was wearing a blue colour tshirt and a black jeans. We all were doing the working she had given us. At some point, she came to one of my friend sitting on the table beside mine and she bent to clear his doubt. At the. .. “He didn’t finish, she burst into tears and almost fell into his embrace. He stroked her hair and, although not making a comment, reached for her tits that were soft and unrestrained, meaning she was braless. For a couple of minutes he softly massaged them while she gripped him, almost as though he would vanish; finally between sobs she told him of her pain. “I ... I did meet a man, he was from Sudan but not at the refugee centre. He ... he was a friend of the couple who were in unit 4. At. He had a lunch meeting and asked if he could pick her up in the afternoon.She did not hesitate to agree as she wanted to know more about this rather strange man that probably undressed her but did not take advantage of her.He arrive dressed in a sport coat and tie about mid afternoon and she was still in shorts, tube top and barefoot. “Well you got her early and I don’t know what we are going to do”.“Well we can do what every you want” and he smiled a rather devilish smile.She notices the. Then I selected a pair of ultra-sheer black nylons. I reverently kissed and rubbed my face on them. Then I rolled them up and pulled them up my legs. The silky nylons felt just like mother's silky hands the first time she'd pulled her stockings up my legs. I fastened the stocking tops to the garters. Then I ran my hands up and down the silky stockings, seductively smoothing them out just like mother did.Next I picked out a pair of her 5-inch heels. I held one of these erotic symbols of feminine.