She used to send me hot pictures of her posing in white bra and panty seductively. She was getting naughty day by day. Her actions turned from a tradi...ional housewife to my naughty lady who loved to play and enjoy with her body. Then one day she called me and said that her hubby is going out for a week.She will be free this week. So we decided a hot and erotic moment at her place. My semester breaks got over and I before going to my college went to Dehradun. I booked a hotel room and checked in. Taking a quick sneak peak forward where the only other person who might have taken an interest in whatever she was doing, was three rows ahead of her. Satisfied no one else could, she raised herself up very quickly, and in doing so, bunched the very short skirt she was wearing all the way up and around her waist!"Holy shit!" I just barely vocalized, certainly not loud enough for anyone to have heard me, though she had ... or had at least managed to lip read the words I'd just spoken."You like?". She's just a bit smaller than me, with an absolutely fabulous blonde hair, it reaches around half her back. It seems that she just left the university, since she's also quite young. If I had to guess her age, I'd say it would probably be around 24-26 years old. I'd even take a picture and put it in here, but then it'd be discovered that I'm just slacking off. She'll probably just flip through this diary and say "good job" and put a small yellow star on my forehead, that's the kind of teacher. It seemed to work.Halfway through the evening, and thoughts of a spectacular orgasm were fading fast. My ambition of avoiding getting squiffy was also dead and buried; I was now on my fourth glass of Merlot. Simon offered up the bottle to top me up. It was now or never. I declined the wine saying that Harry wouldn’t let me have any more after what happened with his boss in the kitchen. This got his attention; he wanted to know what happened.Without realising he was helping my cause, Harry.