The teacher’s fingers found Oluchi’s nipples, pinching the hard nipples through the thin material of her bra and giving them a pinch.
Oluchi frowned as the old man continued groping her immense breasts. He wasn’t even looking up at her face; he looked almost hypnotized as he watched his own hands squeezing her big breasts and pinching her nipples through her bra.
It seemed to Oluchi he would have been just as happy if she hadn’t been in the room, he was only interested in her breasts it seemed.
“Such nice breasts,” moaned Mr. Wale. He pressed his hands against the outsides of her heavy breasts and squeezed her cleavage up and together.
“I would love to thrust my hard dick between these breasts and fuck it haard.”
Oluchi blinked at the teacher’s harsh language, but they were almost done and then she could get out of that classroom and never see the fool again.
“You owe me big time for this,” Oluchi muttered at Okafor.
The nineteen year old nodded quickly in agreement to his stepmother, his gaze flicking back to her bra-clad breasts.
Mr. Wale cupped the lower part of her breasts and gave them a jiggle, watching with almost child-like delight as her boobs shook and shook across her chest.
“One minute left,” called out Okafor.
“Uh!” Mr. Wale gave a groan and let go of her breasts for a moment with his right hand and briefly rubbed and squeezed at his bulging crotch.
“This is so good!” The old man’s hands were immediately locked back onto her chest, squeezing, fondling and feeling to his heart’s content.
By the time Okafor finally called the five minutes up, she was feeling thoroughly groped and sullied, and her breasts were feeling rather sore. The busty lady grabbed her blouse and immediately pulled it back on over her head.
He sat back in his chair and started to rub himself through his trouser. He would clearly enjoyed feeling the much younger woman.
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“Well, I hope you had fun you fool,” She barked, standing up and crossed her arms across her large chest.
“Oh, I have indeed Mrs. Eze,” He sneered up at her, still squeezing the bulge between his thighs indecently.
“Oya Okafor, we’re leaving!” she shouted with a bad mood. Turning and hurrying out of the classroom. She was pretty sure that Mr Wale was staring at her ass as she disappeared, so she tried to keep any sexy swaying to a minimum.
That was the last time Oluchi saw Maxwell Wale for the rest of that week.
On Monday, Oluchi was at work. The pretty twenty-five year old worked as the manager in a large boutique in the centre of the Ikoyi.
She was in charge of both the women and menswear section and had a number of sales boys and girls reporting to her.
The busty lady was busy refolding some shirts in the sales compartment in the menswear section when she felt a hand on her ass. Oluchi immediately stiffened, resisting the urge to scream out as she didn’t want to make a scene at work. She felt the hand squeeze as she spun around, intending to slap her fondler.
To Oluchi’s shock she turned to see none other than Mr. Wale, her stepson’s mathematics teacher, grinning at her. Any thought of retaliation for the grope vanished as a chill went down her spine.
“Hello Miss Eze,” He leered. “Happy to meet you here.”
Oluchi’s eyes were wild with rage.
“What the hell are you doing here!?” She hissed.
“And it’s MRS Eze.”
Mr. Wale grinned, enjoying her anger.
“Okafor told me you worked here. I need some help finding some new trousers.”
Oluchi frowned, she was going to have to have some strong words with her stepson.
“I’ll find someone to assist you,” she glanced around looking for one of her staff, preferable a male, but there was no one in immediate sight.
“No,” insisted Mr. Wale.
“You’ll help me.”
She frowned, hesitating a moment. Was he threatening her?
“Very well,” she replied firmly.
“Come this way.”
She led the man over to the trousers and suits area of the store.
“What sort of colour and style are you looking for?”
“Something very cheap,” replied the old teacher with a grumpy giggle.
Oluchi rolled her eyes as she directed Mr. Wale to some of their cheapest supply.
“What about these?” she asked, gesturing towards some black trousers.
Mr. Wale nodded. “They’ll do.”
She bent over to pick up one of the trousers from the bottom shelf. There was a loud smack as Mr. Wale’s hand slapped Oluchi’s firm round ass.
The gorgeous lady gasped and immediately straightened.
“Stop that!” she replied in irritation. “I gave you what you wanted last week, so mind yourself o.”
He grinned as he took the trousers from her. “Where can I try them on?”
Oluchi sighed in annoyance and led him over to the men’s changing rooms.
The man stepped into the changing room and then turned back to face Oluchi.
“Can I get some help in here please?”
Oluchi was shocked. “What?”
“Come in here with me and help me,” replied Mr Wale, more firmly this time.