This was one of the most interesting sexual experiences I’ve ever had. It was a trip proposed by my math teacher to the most diligent students, and fate was generous because I had no idea what it would be like; at the time I was 15. I’ll try, through this account, to describe it with as much detail as possible. I won’t mention our names.

One day I was invited to spend a weekend at a remote farm with my teacher along with 5 or 6 classmates, because we were the best math students in the class. Since the teacher had a farm and liked us very much, she gave us this treat. At first I didn’t like the idea much and all that, but then I started imagining how good it would be because it was a natural place and I love nature. So everything was set for the day we’d go and how long we’d stay.

The problem was that some classmates never confirmed they were going. To tell the truth, I was the only one who confirmed I’d go, but I had no idea I’d be the only one who actually would. Yes, that’s exactly what happened. On the appointed day, a Friday, I went to the bus station and the teacher was the only one there. I asked where everyone else was, and she told me that in fact it would just be me and her because the others had backed out. I was a bit disappointed because I’d made plans for adventures and such with the others, but she quickly said, “No, it’ll still be fun, you’ll see!” So I got on the bus with her.

Because the trip took a long time, we talked a little and soon she fell asleep on the bus, so I started thinking it wouldn’t be so bad after all. To be honest, I was already getting a little up to no good, thinking it would just be me and her and no one else in a deserted place for three or four days. I started liking the idea. I kept looking at her body while she slept on the bus. She was already around 40, but trim, everything in the right place, and I started thinking wicked thoughts. She was by the window, still on the bus, sleeping with her face turned toward the window, and I felt comfortable watching her without needing to be too careful. Even though she was wearing pants, the shape of her body still showed through.

I thought about doing something stupid and putting my hand on her legs while pretending to sleep, but I controlled myself. And it was just as well I did, because no more than two minutes later she woke up, looked at me with no hint of mischief, and laughed, asking why I hadn’t used the time to get some sleep. I said I didn’t like sleeping on buses. Then we started talking. I asked what the farm was like, and she told me it was a very beautiful place, although extremely deserted. I loved hearing her say it was deserted, and I asked if it was that deserted. Still laughing, always without any lewdness, she said it was so deserted that on other occasions when she had spent vacations there alone, she had already gone naked for two days. I believed her and laughed, showing no wickedness.

Then we arrived in the town—I’ll call the town “X” so as not to leave any traces, which I can say is here in Bahia. We got off at the bus station and took a Kombi out into the countryside. After driving and driving, we got out of the Kombi; we were the last ones. I thought we’d already arrived, when I heard her ask if I was ready to walk, because it was on foot from there. I laughed and asked if there was another way... So we continued our journey. It was already 5 p.m. and we had been walking for nearly two hours. I was exhausted. She kept saying it was close, but by then I no longer believed anything.

Finally we reached the farm. She really was right: the place was very beautiful and truly deserted, a silence... only the sounds of nature. There was a simple house too, because it was in the country and there was no need for a big house... We went in and it wasn’t very dirty because she had gone there a few days earlier to clean so we wouldn’t find the house in bad shape. She went to take a bath and I took mine right after she finished. Then we ate something she had brought. She was wearing light cloth shorts, as well as the blouse she wore without a bra. I was only in shorts. I started thinking maybe the trip would be shit because I couldn’t see any trace of mischief in her, and also because I saw her making up the two beds in different rooms. She was only worried about whether I was enjoying the place. But I decided to be less hasty and wait; I hadn’t even been there two hours and I already wanted things to come easily into my hands. So I thought that even if she had no mischief in mind for the trip, I could induce her into something. And so I started making calm plans to reach my desire.

We relaxed and talked nonsense inside the house, then we walked around so I could get to know a small part of the place. While she showed me things, I was already imagining... Since it was night, we went back to the house. There we started planning outings and such again. I was on the sofa and she was in an armchair in front of me. In the middle of her enthusiasm about the plans, she put one foot on a little table in front of her, bending one leg. Since the shorts she was wearing were made of light fabric and were a bit loose, they kept sliding down her thigh until part of her panties showed. You couldn’t see much, and I also couldn’t be careless enough to stare directly. That was enough for me to want to speed things up. I kept thinking how to fuck her soon, but I couldn’t, because to her I was nothing more than the 15-year-old student in front of her. Then she got up and went to the front window of the living room, looked at the sky, and called me over to see how beautiful it was. So I went there, and it really did seem as if the sky were even closer. The window, though high, was very narrow, so we had to squeeze ourselves, so to speak, to look at the sky. Then I thought about hugging her from behind, but I felt a certain fear about doing it because we had never had that kind of intimacy. Still, I stopped analyzing everything for a moment and went ahead anyway. I hugged her timidly from behind, and at the same instant, so as not to shock her, I quickly said things like, “Good thing I came to see the view, it’s really beautiful,” so she would shift her thoughts away from what I was doing. Then everything went on “normally,” and that’s when I started pressing a little more. My dick was hard, and I didn’t have the courage to touch her yet, so I did it very slowly so she wouldn’t notice. I started pressing against her and kept talking about the sky. She kept saying things too. I started feeling her ass, put my dick between her butt cheeks, all very slowly. She moved away a little, so I stopped for a moment so as not to arouse suspicion, and after a while I went back to doing the same thing. This time she didn’t move away anymore. Maybe she was pretending not to notice and just wanted to enjoy it too, as if she were taking advantage of me, thinking I was the little “angel” she taught and who had no idea what he was doing while she was delighting herself. We were already in a delicious little squeeze. I rubbed against her a bit harder, but always without showing bad intentions. We stayed like that for a good while. I was already wanting to subtly lift the hem of her shorts when she left and went to do something in the kitchen. I was upset that it had ended like that and went back to the sofa. Then there she came back from the kitchen straight to the window and asked me, “Tired of looking at the sky, huh?” I answered without really controlling my emotions, making some excuse for why I wasn’t looking at the sky anymore and went back. She quickly went to the window, and we soon resumed the previous position. She didn’t even move to the side; she stayed right there, already showing she liked it, not that she wanted me to notice. I hugged her more tightly at once. My dick was rock hard, but I didn’t think about hiding it. I kept pushing against her, and she continued without saying a word or showing anything, as if nothing were happening. Then she leaned all the way out the window, and I rubbed my cock against her ass several times. It was getting hot, and then she decided to throw a bucket of cold water on it, saying she was going to bed. I thought that was the moment, but then she also said she had put a soft sheet on my bed, said good night, and headed to the other room. I even passed in front to see if she would hint at anything, but she didn’t seem to at all. There was no way around it; I had to take a bath because I was all sticky...

It was around 5 a.m. on Saturday when she woke me, inviting me to enjoy the cold sun. I got up, took a bath, and went with her to watch the sunrise, that extraordinary setting. We started walking through the brush, admiring the green, heading toward a spring. I was already imagining something there, so we kept going... The water ran free and crystal clear, and she said the presence of a river nearby helped the water quality. I immediately suggested we go to it. She said it might be a bit far and that she didn’t quite remember where it was, but if I wanted to take a chance... Well, I took the chance and got there. Damn! The little river had a sandy bank; it looked almost like a beach, irresistible. She said, “Makes you want to go in, doesn’t it?” Then I said, “Why not? Let’s go!!!” She said she hadn’t brought bathing clothes. I went into the river right away. She stayed seated on a rock, dying to get in, and I kept inviting her. She said, half laughing awkwardly, “Only if I go in in my panties and bra.” I said right away, “Come on, what nonsense.” She turned her back, took off her blouse, then took off her shorts, a bit shyly, tied her clothes to a branch over the river, and stepped in. Her breasts were firm despite her age, and they didn’t fit completely inside the bra. Her pussy outlined itself in her panties; it was so cute... I made a point of not staring at that moment so she wouldn’t feel awkward. As the water got clearer, her bra became more transparent and you could make out the nipples. The mood was also getting more relaxed, and she didn’t seem to mind as much, but because of the color of the water you couldn’t clearly see what her pussy looked like through the wet panties. I was dying to see how it looked. I used some stones that were in the river and started throwing them so they would skim across the water. She tried to do it too, but couldn’t... I laughed at her, and in that relaxed mood I said I could do that with bigger stones. She kept saying she doubted it, saying it was a pity there weren’t bigger stones because she wanted to laugh at my face. I immediately saw that outside the river there were bigger stones. I saw my chance to get her out of the river so I could see her little pussy. So I said, “Look, there are some over there, go get them!” She said, “Oh no, go get them yourself, I’m too lazy to get out of this nice water.” I kept making excuses so I wouldn’t go and also teasing her, saying she was afraid I’d be able to do it. She fell for that nonsense and went to get them. I moved to a spot in the river where I could see more clearly than from behind a rock on the riverbank where she had climbed to tie her clothes to a branch. She walked away with her back to me. At first her ass was very clear because the wet panties outlined it. From a distance I could see her picking up some stones. Soon she came to show me how different the stones she had found were. I suggested she climb back up onto the rock on the riverbank and hand them to me. So that’s what happened. She came with some stones that looked like marble, climbed onto the rock, and bent down to give them to me. When she bent down in front of me, I had the happy vision, right in front of my face, of that marvelous pussy. Since she was so enchanted by the stones, she didn’t even realize she was standing there with only her panties pulled down in front of me. It was amazing... The panties went in a little, and you could understand everything. I wanted her to pull the panties all the way down to her knees at that moment so I could put my tongue inside... Then she gave me the stones, went around, and got back into the river. After throwing some stones into the water, she tried writing on the rock by the bank with the stone in her hand. I went and stood a little behind her, and she moved away. I felt a little embarrassed but covered it up. I took the stone from her hand, said it would be the last stone and I’d throw it into the river like the others. That’s when she tried to take it back from my hand. We played around. Since I put my hands up and back, she had to come closer against me, placing her hand at the height of my wrist. There was no way around it; I could feel her breasts when she tried to grab the stones. I threw the stones far away and held her hands, lifting and lowering her so her breasts rubbed against me. I laughed and said, “You thought you were going to get the stone, huh?...” and one of her breasts was already slipping free, with the right nipple coming out of the bra and touching my skin. I hugged her again shamelessly, pretending not to notice, and said, “Damn, this is so good here, isn’t it?” She quickly fixed her bra, and with pure brazenness I threatened to drop her, held her while placing my hand on her ass, dropped her, and started tickling her. We decided to go back to the house, and where were her clothes? They had fallen and we hadn’t seen them. We looked for them, but there was no way to find them because of all the vegetation in the water, so she had to go back home like that. We walked along, and I gave her ass a “playful” slap. She got serious and I felt awkward. After a long walk, we arrived and she said, relieved, that it was good we’d made it because she was dying to take a bath right away. I said, “Ah! No! I’m going first,” and we started running to see who would bathe first. When we got into the house, I grabbed her, and then we fell to the floor in all that roughhousing. I held her hands, turned her onto her side on the floor with her back to me, staying behind her, then pushed her down. Her panties rode all the way up into her ass. It was very good. We kept playing like that. She laughed and, in a way, let me do it... I turned her over, that is, facedown, and still holding her hands I looked at that ass with the panties all wedged in, what a delight... and even though I wanted to, I couldn’t try anything yet, because for all appearances we were just playing. I had to let the teacher go so as not to arouse suspicion. I let her take her bath, then I took mine too. We went to lunch on vegetables... I didn’t like it (laughs), but there wasn’t much choice either, if not natural food... you end up liking it.

After lunch, I tried to rig up an antenna on an old TV they had there for a bit of distraction. I remember it only picked up one channel, but there was no helping it; after lunch, TV is almost mandatory. There was one of those chairs, typical of the countryside, with a cloth seat and back, very comfortable. After I managed to get something on the screen, I grabbed the chair and put it in front of the TV. I sat down, and then she came up and exclaimed, “Damn, you took my chair, didn’t you?” I laughed and, without planning anything, said, “Sit on my lap, then neither of us will lose the chair battle.” I couldn’t believe it, but she sat on my lap and leaned back against my chest. It was amazing, feeling that ass on my lap; inevitably my dick got hard. I didn’t think about hiding it. I put my hands on her waist, and she put her arms over mine. I pretended to scratch my arm, because with my arm underneath hers, my forearm would be in contact with her nipples, and that’s how it was: I kept “scratching my arm” and felt the nipples rubbing... of course I had to stop (laughs). Since she was wearing those shorts that cling and shape the body, it felt like I was feeling her whole body without clothes. For a moment I thought I wasn’t getting anywhere because I hadn’t fucked her, but then I remembered and compared the intimacy I had with the one I was already having and thought it was good. I’d always had the fantasy of fucking older women... yes...

I started letting my left hand slide from her waist toward her pussy, but I couldn’t get there unless I intentionally put my hand there. Still, my hand got very close. I couldn’t contain myself anymore and started slowly rubbing her ass against my lap while commenting on something on TV.

I couldn’t contain myself anymore and started slowly rubbing her ass against my lap while commenting on something on TV. I put my hand on her shoulder and slid it down, stroking her breast. I did it again and she took my hand away. She took all the fun out of it. Right after that she got up and left, looking a bit annoyed. I got angry and started thinking there’d be no way to get what I wanted anymore, that from then on the trip would be shit. She went to the kitchen, washed some dishes, arranged a few things there, but stayed silent the whole time. She had noticed what I was doing. So I went outside and was alone, thinking about leaving... Then she called me and asked me to come in because she wanted to talk to me. I already knew what it was about. She immediately told me to sit down because she wanted to talk. She said she had proposed a trip and it wasn’t with that intention, that she even understood what I was doing, saying I was just a boy and admitting she had let herself get involved too, but that she didn’t think it was right because she was old enough to be my mother and all that... I told her, “You may be old enough, but you’re not my mother,” and also said she didn’t have a husband, that she wouldn’t have to answer to anyone, and that’s why I didn’t see so much wrong with it. I said I hadn’t thought it would turn into that, that I had only started feeling attracted to her during the trip, that it was my fantasy to fuck an older woman, and I kept saying a lot of things. I was already getting discouraged when she said, “All right, I’ll let you touch me in some places, not everywhere, but we’re not going to have sex at any time. Get that out of your head.” At least I could touch her, but there was no more action—how would that even work? She said, “Did you see a bathtub in the yard?” It was a kind of old-fashioned tub, made of iron and painted inside with white enamel, a smooth layer. I said yes, and she told me to help her move it to a flat area in front of the house, fill it with water but not too much because she would heat some water over the fire and mix it in. After she poured in the hot water she had brought, she told me to lie down in it with my shorts on, and that she would come later. So I did, and there she came in white panties and bra. She asked me to lie on my back, then lay on top of me. I immediately started putting my hand on her thighs, moving upward, and she restrained me: “No, it’s going to be the way I say.” She said I was to put my hand on her belly, being allowed to touch her breasts, and that later I could take off her bra... I kept stroking the nipples of her breasts, which got harder and harder. She sighed, ran her hand along the side of my ass, held my hand, I kept insisting, and she got more excited... I took off the bra and started putting my hand on her pussy. She said “no” and no and no... until I grabbed her panties and started pulling them off. She told me no, but with a desire to say yes, and I took them off... suddenly she started licking my tongue, turning to face me, and then I could finally thrust my dick into that hot, tight pussy... all wet, it was the most delicious feeling I’d ever had. She moaned softly, whispering things like “I adore you... so good...” which excited me so much. We got out of the bathtub and I put her on all fours on the grass in front of the house. She screamed loudly, tried to say it wasn’t right, but asked for more, she was loving it. It was so wonderful, a feeling of freedom, us moaning naked in an open place. She changed position and lay on her back for me, then after so much pleasure we lay beside each other on the grass, looking at the sky, saying nothing. She laughed at me and turned over, lying on top of me. I kept stroking her back and ass... after that it was just pleasure. I remember asking her to stay naked that Saturday and also the next day. We went to take a bath, this time together, and it was almost night. I started soaping her body, ran my finger slowly through her ass, she got goosebumps all over, I squeezed her ass hard, and again I ran my finger and started pushing it in. She held my arm tightly and said, “No, at least not yet, I’m not ready.” I realized she was still a virgin there, so I respected that. I kissed her on the mouth; she seemed like she wanted to swallow me... then she turned around, and I pushed the head of my dick against the palm of her hand. She looked a little embarrassed, and that was when I started thinking that despite her being 40, there was a lot she had never done before. For me, that was great, because it made me even more excited. We fucked in the bathroom, and then finished the bath. I dried her off, and at the end of drying her, I kissed the nipple of her breasts and said, “There, your bath is done.” She started to leave and then came back saying, “You’re so affectionate, so wonderful, I’m feeling so good. Darling, let’s stay in bed, saying silly things while holding each other?”