I was in my senior year at college and working at a bar part-time to earn extra cash. The pay wasn’t so great, but the tips helped. I also got to hook up with lots of college girls and the occasional older woman.

One Friday night, a woman walked in who looked vaguely familiar. While I took her order, I tried my best to remember where I knew her from, but I just couldn’t place her. She had a great body, and I pegged her to be somewhere in her forties. I kept checking her out as I served other customers until it finally clicked. Her name was Mrs. Channing, and she’d been my seventh-grade English teacher. She’d looked good back then, too, especially to a class full of horny guys obsessed with tits and ass. She’d just about finished her drink, so I mixed a refill and placed it in front of her.... Read More