Seducing Aryan- Part 1

Hi, my name is Maria. I am currently 43 years old. I used to be a nurse. After 15 years of service, at the age of 38, I became a teacher. Now, I teach junior college students. I teach biology to my children.

About me: I have green eyes and a plump figure. I am chubby in all the right places, such as my thighs. My size is 34C-28-32, and I have a milky white skin that resembles Tamannah Bhatia.

My hair is naturally black and reaches the small of my back. My breasts are firm, and my butt is round. My belly button is round and deep.

My story began on a fateful day. It was almost March, and the exams for junior college were on. Since all the chapters in all the subjects had been completed, the college was conducting mock tests for all the students. However, for some weaker students, the teachers offer one-to-one tuition.

That day, I argued with my husband before coming to school and left the house unhappy. I was wearing a pink saree with a backless sleeveless blouse, even though the school dress code forbade it to make him jealous. I let my hair down. I usually preferred to tie it in a bun and dye it brown at the end.

When I entered the class, I saw Aryan sitting alone, all to himself. He saw me enter.

“Good morning, Aryan. Where are the others?” I asked him, confused. It took him a moment to answer, and I could see that he was speechless for a second while his eyes were fixed on me.

“Ma’am, they’re all absent,” he said with a shrug.

I was disappointed and sat down opposite him.

“Aryan, it looks like you’re going to have private lessons today. Are you feeling well?” I asked with a smile, trying to break through the awkwardness he was feeling.

Again, he took a moment and finally nodded. His eyes were still on me, which I shrugged off, considering the fact that I was dressed against the rules. He opened his mouth briefly as if he wanted to say something. But quickly closed it again.

I prepared the learning material and soon immersed myself in the lesson. He asked me questions and clarified his doubts while I gave him tasks. But I could clearly see that he was distracted. Somehow, he made it to lunch. And during the break, we ate together. And after the break, we carried on again.

Soon, he was distracted again. And that annoyed me. I decided to watch him for a moment and soon realised that he was giving me furtive glances. I decided to ignore it until I caught him looking too long. He blushed when I caught him doing it, quickly shaking his head and averting his eyes.

He refocused, but the way he blushed was still in my mind. The way he did it caught me off guard. It was cute. I was surprised and looked again. He was still cute. Again, I saw him eyeing me, and I pretended not to see it as his eyes travelled over the visible part of my head and body, often settling on my torso.

Something about the way his eyes moved made me self-conscious. And soon I started to like it. It was wrong, and eventually, I had to say something.

“Aryan, concentrate on the study material. And don’t get distracted.” I reprimanded him.

Still, I felt uncomfortable and decided to do something about it. I decided to flirt with him. When I saw him sneaking glances at me again, I winked at him and smiled. I could see his heart stop for a second.

“Aryan, you wanted to say something?” I asked him, still smiling.

“Nothing, ma’am.” He replied promptly.

“Good, you know, you look cute today.” I smiled at him and said matter-of-factly.

“You… You too…, ma’am,” he stuttered. And I laughed at him.

Feeling a little playful, I leaned forward, deliberately pushing my breasts forward to give him a glimpse of my cleavage.

“Why are you worried, Aryan? I’m your teacher. Do you think it’s wrong to compliment your teacher?” I asked, mimicking a harsh tone.

“No, ma’am.” He said slowly. But his gaze was fixed on my cleavage.

“Then say it right. Aryan.”

“You look cute, ma’am.”

I smiled at him. He blushed slightly.

“Good.”

His eyes were still fixed on my deep cleavage.

And I felt a flutter somewhere in my stomach. Even though I wasn’t dressed for him, he seemed to like it. By now, I was sure he was distracted by my clothes. I had an idea.

“Aryan, label the male and female reproductive systems. I’ll wait a while.” With these words, I went to the teacher’s table, stood next to it and waited for him.

“Aryan, bring this here after you’re done, will you?”

While he was busy, I drank in his figures and admired how sweet and innocent he looked. When he arrived, I pulled myself together. And put on a cheeky smile. He handed me his papers.

“Good.” I put them on the table.

“Aryan, where do you think the female reproductive organ is?” I asked with a coy smile.

“In the stomach?” He suggested.

I was a little impatient.

“No, Aryan. Show me where it is in my body.” I feigned anger, though I smiled at him.

He was confused for a moment. Finally, he pointed to my stomach.

“Is it here or here?” I asked him, touching my upper and lower stomach.

“Here.” He said and pointed to my lower stomach.

“You mean on my upper stomach?” I knew very well where he was pointing, but I was playing with him.

“No, ma’am. Here,” He pointed to my lower stomach again.

“Aryan, I told you it wasn’t in my lower abdomen.” I was slightly annoyed,

“Aryan, you just need to touch the part of the stomach where it is,” I suggested to him.

After a moment’s hesitation, he nudged my lower abdomen with his right index finger.

“Au! Aryan. Don’t poke me.” I clutched my lower abdomen.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” He asked as he massaged my stomach.

I inhaled sharply as he touched my stomach. And as quickly as it had started, it ended. And I was left frustrated.

“Don’t do that again. Aryan.” He nodded.

“Where are the human mammary glands now?” I asked, squeezing my breasts suggestively.

He stretched out his hand and was about to place it. He paused for a moment. When I saw this, I took his hands and placed them over my blouse. I leaned forward, and his face almost touched me. I bit my lips and felt dazed. His hands were still over my blouse. I took his hands and moved them over my blouse.

“Aryan, this is the human breast. Do you like it?” I winked at him, and he nodded.

“Good.” I smiled at him and pushed him away.

“You’ll get more of this if you become a good boy and pass the 12th exams? Have I made myself clear?”

He nodded after a long moment of thought.

“Good, so let’s get on with it.”

He was more focused on the remaining time. When class was dismissed, I went home feeling a mixture of frustration. I was unsatisfied and satisfied because I knew Aryan would do well.

Note: Feel free to email me at [email protected]. Part 2 will follow shortly.