Feel All Over

My dick was straining to get out of its confined quarters and into some fresh air. Mrs. Lingwald had seen this, and said, "John, why don't you take your clothes off, you'd feel a lot better with them off." I quickly took off my clothes, mostly because I would not want her to tear them off of me, as much as I'd like it.

I stood there, in the classroom, my dick pointing straight out in front of me, and wondering, 'What is she going to do to me?'
"Have you ever touched a woman, John," she said.
"No."
"Would you like to?"
I thought about it, but before I could reply, she grabbed my hands, and put them on her breasts. "Squeeze them, John," she said. "Feel them, touch them, and let your hands roam wherever they want." She then kissed me, long and hard.

We did this for a long while, my hand caressing every inch of her absolutely stunning body. "John, why don't you do something else to me," she said.
"Ok," I said dumbly.