Just a glance across the street and she was there. The memories flooded back into my mind.

It was a fragrant spring day. The cherry blossoms were making the soft breezes enticing and rather sensual. She was there in those days long ago. And now here she was. I hadn't expected to ever see her again, but here she was.

I remembered that first day I had seen her. I was a returning veteran having just completed service in the Gulf War. I was there to finish my degree where I had left off and get on with my life. This was a class in Spanish that I needed. She was the instructor, Señora Tompkins. Teresa Tompkins.

The lady was in her thirties. I wasn't sure how old, really. I was just twenty-two and not too sure of myself in this world of academia. I hadn't been in school for four years. Not since I flunked out of my freshman year in college and went into the Navy. But I did know one thing. She was attractive as hell. I was smitten from the moment I walked into the classroom.

Back at that time Sheryl Crow was popular on the music charts. Teresa reminded me of her in some ways. Blonde hair and strikingly attractive features. The same slightly lop-sided smile that made you want to get to know her. In many ways.

I didn't get to call her Teresa for many months. She called me Carlos from the first day because my name was Charles. At first, she was always Señora Tompkins and she was obviously married. I would spend most of every period in her classroom just watching her move. Her body was curvaceous and supple. I watched the delightfully lovely expressions passing over her face as she attempted to get us to learn Spanish.

She loved the language and struggled to get us to love it too. She mostly failed but I was at least trying to keep up with her and she appreciated that. I could see that in her smile when she greeted us to each session. That smile could make me stir inside every time. It stirred me outside on occasion too. More than once my erection may have been obvious to her. I wondered if she noticed the physical effect she had on me.

The semester passed and I admit I had some problems. Not just in school but personally. I was in and out of relationships. A date here and another there. Never finding anyone that seemed to be the one. But I did get to see Teresa every school day. The class met Monday through Friday so I could depend upon her smile to brighten most of the week.

Finals week was upon us. The final exam with Señora Tompkins was just finishing up. For me it was the last session of the day and I was in no hurry to leave as others gathered their books to depart. I rose up as the last student passed through the open door. I walked up to Teresa as she was arranging all the final exams on her desk.

She glanced up and gave me that smile. She spoke to me in Spanish and I was happy to respond in the same way. I thanked her for being such a good teacher. I hoped I'd see her again in another class the next semester. She looked down and I noticed that her shoulders slumped slightly.

"What is it, Señora? Are you okay?"

"It's nothing. It's not your concern, Carlos." She turned away quickly and dusted her hands off.

"Bueno. Well, I'll see you later then. Teresa." I started to leave. I felt her hand on my sleeve.

"Look, Carlos. I want you to know I was glad to have you in class. A good student. So let me just be honest with you. I won't be around after this semester. I'll be leaving. It doesn't concern you. It's personal. I mean, my husband and I are having problems. Not your concern. Good luck to you."

It just rose up in me. The urge, the need, the feeling that I couldn't let it pass me by. The chance. I dropped my bag on the floor, grabbed her arms with my hands, and drew her to me. She didn't struggle at all. Our lips met and merged and we were together. My arm held her tightly now and my other hand was caressing her blonde hair. She moaned.

She broke away, staring at me. Then her eyes went to the open door.

"Shut it. Lock it."

I rushed to follow her orders, making sure the shade on the window of the door was pulled down. Then I turned back to her. She was sitting on her desk and her smile was enticing me.

I was a little rough, I admit, forcing her skirt up and her legs apart.

I got my zipper down and my pants around my legs with my hands, while my mouth was hungrily tasting her lips again. Then I was holding my hardness as I pulled her panties aside and guided my cock into her hairy gash. She grunted as I thrust into her, holding her in my grip.

"Holy fuck! Oh god. Yes, yes. Oh fuck me, yes, fuck me. I need it, I need it, oh fuck."

Her round ass was now in my hands as I was jerking forward and deep into her. Still trying to kiss her on the mouth and on the neck, biting and licking and sucking like an animal. She was so damned perfect. So perfect. What I needed. As she cried out, over and over, I began forcing my prick faster and faster. Then groaning. Coming into her. Coming so fucking hard, spurting, and spurting. Feeling the spunk surging out and into her.

That was twenty years ago. The first and only time I'd made love to a teacher. Now here she was.

Crossing the street, I dodged a car or two, getting a blast of a horn for my troubles, but I arrived at her table and grinned down at her. She looked up as my shadow crossed her face. And there it was. That crooked Sheryl Crow smile.

"Carlos. How are you? Sit, sit."

I did sit. And then took her hand.

"I tried. You know, they don't give out personal information to students about instructors? What happened to you, Teresa. I tried."

"Don't be a silly boy, Carlos. You had no reason to get involved in my mess. And really, that was a lifetime ago. You were perfect that day. Just what I needed. But I never thought you'd want to get mixed up in an older woman's problems."

She giggled like a young girl.

"I mean, I could almost be your mother."

"Now you're being silly, Teresa. So tell me. How did things go for you? Did you and your husband fix your problems?"

"No. No. That's over and done with long ago. And my second husband decided just this last year that his young secretary needed him more than I did. So my problems are fixed, in a way. They're both out of my life."

As she spoke my grip on her hand had tightened. I could feel her trembling a little. Her words were not describing how she was actually effected about her troubles. She may have wanted to seem blasé about it all, but clearly she wasn't. I leaned forward.

"More fools they. Lucky me. Are you free this evening?"

I looked into her blue eyes where a little tear had formed and trickled down one cheek. She gave me her smile.

"Yes. I'm free. I'm here for a conference and I was dining with some other professors, but I can get out of that. Where shall we meet?"

We met at her hotel. We dined there in the hotel restaurant. We caught up. I had never married. I'd lived with a woman for years but that had finally ended when she left for someone who wanted children. I never had wanted that.

And I discovered that Teresa had no children either. She was a full professor at her university. I was a free-lance writer. And neither of us had personal obligations. I walked her up to her room. She slid her card and opened her room door. She stepped in through the open door and gestured for me to follow.

"Shut it. Lock it."

I did that. Then I lifted her up into my arms, twirled her around, and we landed upon her bed. Ripping and tearing our clothes off. She wasn't getting away again. We were stripped and I had her beautiful legs up over my shoulders. She helped me now. Her hand was on my stiff member as I rubbed the meatus up and down her moist slit. Then in, feeling the heat, and the rhythm of love began.

Her arms encircled my neck drawing my lips to hers. I kissed her as I began pumping into that hot, mature pussy. I was just a little more experienced now. More than the first time. But it felt just like the first time over again.

"Si, Carlos. Si, mi vida. Oh, yes. Fuck me again. Fuck me again."

"You're mine now. Mine. You're mine, Teresa. Oh fuck. I've waited so long. Mine now." And I grunted with the fulfillment of my lust and passion, fucking my teacher for the second time now.