A night with Mariah “Revised” by markerss

A night with Mariah “Revised” by markerss

Experience a wild night with Mariah in this revised adult sex story by markerss. Dive into passion and pleasure like never before.<br/>

Mariah was very attractive and even though she was much younger than me, when the opportunity to be with her presented itself, I had to take a chance. I wanted to be with her and unknowingly, she too felt the same way, but neither of us knew how to let each other know

She was a student of mine, and even though she been gone for several years, I continued to think about her. Mariah was eighteen now, very young and super attractive, one of those students I have always thought about, and fantasized about. She liked wearing low cut tops and a bra that pushed up her firm little boobs, and she had a personality that always made me smile.

It was a new school year, and being that Mariah had moved on to another school, I had kind of forgotten about her, however one day out of the blue, she started to visit the school. Seeing her again, the thought of being with her flooded my mind, which made me a little nervous, especially when she happened to show up at the door to my classroom.

She was with a friend, very attractive in her own right and seeing them both smiling I innocently motioned for them to come in. I was teaching but as Mariah came up to me with her big smile, we first shook hands and then ended up giving each other a hug. She smelled great and as I nervously looked at her, it made me a little uncomfortable, but since she was a former student, I tried to shrug it off.

Stepping away from each other, I was staggered at how grown up she looked, looking even better than I had remembered. Quickly checking her out, I said, “You look great,“ which made her smile and then nervously look at her friend.

Mariah really had a great little body and seeing her firm little boobs again in one of those low cut tops that she liked to wear made me instantly look up. She had a big smile, realizing I was looking at her tits, and when she turned and gestured toward her friend, I couldn’t help but again look at Mariah’s cleavage as she introduced me to her friend.

Quickly turning and facing her friend, I shook her hand saying, “Nice to meet you.”

Looking over at my class, I nervously explained to them that Mariah was an old student of mine, and as I glanced back at Mariah, there was an awkward pause. Looking at the two of them, I explained I needed to get back to class and after a quick hug from Mariah, they waved to my students and left.

Watching the two of them as they walked out the door, my class again asked about her. I tried to down play it, convincing myself it was just a simple visit, but it did stir up old feelings. It was nice to see her and being able to feel her had me thinking, “I’d love a chance to be with her.”

The next day I continued to be a little nervous, wondering if she might come by again and sure enough she did. I caught a glimpse of her from across the blacktop and as she walked toward me, I started to become nervous.

Like I said, she had always liked showing off her body and right now was no exception. As Mariah walked toward me smiling, I couldn’t help but smile too. Seeing her pretty face and big smile I immediately started checking her out as she approached. She was again wearing one of her low cut tops, and a short plaid pleated skirt that showed off her legs, and she looked to be wearing some makeup. Mariah really had a nice little body and as I continued to smile as she got closer, I nervously tried to soak her in.

After saying hi to each other I innocently asked, “What’s going on?”

Mariah said, “I came to see you,” as she gave me a hug.

It was the end of the day and our conversation was simple, but I got the feeling she wasn’t just there to catch up. It was really nice to see her and as I said, I had always been attracted to her, and as I inconspicuously tried to check her out, I again thought about how much I wanted to be with her.”

We ended up back in my classroom and as we chatted, she suddenly mentioned that she wanted to talk with me about something. As we looked at each other, there was a pause and when I asked, “What is it,” Mariah hesitated.

As we looked at each other, I was a little confused but then Mariah asked, “Maybe we can go somewhere else,” and then said, “Not here.”

Cautiously smiling, I didn’t know what to think and after another pause I asked, “What do you mean.”

Searching for what to say, she suggested meeting down the street at the grocery store. I was nervous, but curious at the same time thinking, “What was it she wanted to talk about?”

I continued to be cautious and thought, “Did she just want to talk or was there something more,” and as I looked at her I said, “I don’t know.”

She seemed to have a more serious look on her face, and when I agreed to meet her later, she nodded and reaching over she gave me another hug and said,” Thanks!”

There was noway I could leave with her and even just being with her, I would be taking a chance. Mariah then pressing the issue explained that she wasn’t driving and said, “I’ll wait up there for you.”

Smiling, not wanting to disappoint her I nervously said, “Okay.”

Standing up, we hugged and after she left, I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Watching the clock as the time approached for me to meet her, I continued to wonder about what Mariah might want.

As I left the building, it was already getting dark, and as I pulled into the parking lot, I nervously looked around to see if anyone was there that might know me. Pulling up front and looking inside, I saw Mariah and when she saw me, she hurried out of the store.

Mariah quickly opened the door and as she leaned in and said, “Hi,” I couldn’t help but look right down her top.

Seeing her tits, I instantly looked up and thought to myself, “Oh my,” which made me look up at her.

Mariah glanced down, realizing I was looking at her tits again, she quickly climbed in and closed the door. It was obvious she had caught me gawking and as she buckled up, I asked, “What’s going on?”

It was just meant to start a conversation but after a short pause, Mariah looked at me and said, “Thanks for coming to get me.”

Glancing over as I pulled away, I asked, “What did you want to talk about?”

I could see her nervously searching for what to say and as I glanced over at her again she asked, “Can we go to your house?”

Smiling, I quickly mentioned that I lived kind of far away and then continued by asking, “Maybe we could go somewhere else.”

Mariah was obviously searching for what to say and when I suggested we could get a bite to eat somewhere, she agreed.

As we headed off, our conversation was simple, but she kind of hinted as to why she needed to talk. She mentioned her mother was drinking too much. At the restaurant we ended up talking about a lot of things, but I could tell there was something else. I wanted our conversation to be easy going but it eventually led back to her feeling scared to stay at home because her mother would sometimes become violent.

I hoped it wouldn’t be so serious and every time she happened to look down, I couldn’t help but stare at her boobs. I had wanted to be with her and as I continued to listen I thought about how nice it would be to kiss her and feel her next to me.

Desperately needing something to calm my nerves, I ordered a drink and being we were in a Mexican restaurant, I ordered a margarita. When it finally came, I took a huge pull off the straw and as I sat back, Mariah asked if she could try it.

Smiling at her I asked, “You don’t drink, do you?”

Leaning forward she said, “Yea, sometimes my mom lets me.”

Looking around, I casually pushed it closer to her and after taking a sip she said, “That’s really good.”

Seeing the waitress coming, I pulled it back toward me and after ordering some food, we both ended up polishing off the margarita and then I ordered another.

I was starting to feel more comfortable and when I asked her what she needed to talk about, she balked, not knowing what to say. When she finally spoke up it was about her mom being violent after drinking, and said, “Because it’s Friday, she’ll probably end up getting drunk.”

Reaching my hand across the table, I took her hand and said, “I’m really sorry.”

Looking down at us holding hands she smiled and then as she looked over at me she said, “You’re really nice.”

I was worried about her but as we left the restaurant and got in the car, I instinctively asked if she wanted me to take her home. Mariah again asked, “Can we go to your place?” and then said, “It’s okay that you live kind of far.”

I didn’t know what to say, and when I hesitantly said, “I don’t know,” as I continued back toward school, she said, “I was hoping we might still be able to talk a little.”

Searching for what to say, I thought about a hotel room, but wasn’t sure if she’d go for it. I instead suggested we could go to the library or just park somewhere, but immediately knew that wasn’t going to work either and thought, “What should I do?”

I knew she wanted to go to my house and sensing she wanted to be alone I said, “You know, we could get a hotel room.”

I knew it wasn’t what she wanted and when I told her about a hotel that was just around the corner and said, “We could talk some more there,” I could sense her smiling.

After another brief pause she said, “Sure, that’s sounds okay.”

Glancing over and smiling I asked, “Are you sure.”

The hotel I was thinking about was fairly close and as I quickly headed that way, Mariah reached over and as she took my hand, I glanced over at her smiling. As we pulled into the parking lot, I gave her hand a little squeeze and said, “Here we are.”

Mariah immediately looked out the side window and when she noticed there was a swimming pool, she turned toward me and asked, “Can we go swimming?”

Quickly parking by the office, I patted Mariah on the thigh and said, “We’ll see,” and then told her I’d be right back.

I asked for a room toward the back of the complex, which the clerk agree to do after a quick glance out to my car. Smiling as I returned to the car and climbed in, Mariah again asked if we could go swimming. Continuing to smiled, I turned and told her, “Let’s check out our room first,” as I drove toward the back of the complex.