[twowide]

My Favourite School Subjects were Music and Foreign Languages. Conscripted for National Service, I'm Billeted on the South Coast. I see they are advertising Evening Classes at the Local Community Centre. Yoga. Ballroom Dancing. Cookery. Sewing. Spanish and Russian Classes. Along with others, I enrol in the Russian Beginners Group.

Autumn Term goes ok, our "former Moscow Foreign Attache" tutor providing a "Crib-Sheet" to familiarise us with the Cyrillic Alphabet and collecting funds for Text Books. Come January however there is a problem. They need our Classroom for the Overspill from the Spanish Group. So we will have to join the Advanced Russian Class.

Us Remainers then attend, with the dozen Seasoned Students. I find myself sat alone at a Double Desk in the dim distant corner of a long, narrow, Classroom. Week 2 and we've got a New Student. She is a middle-aged lady. Nothing special. Grey hair. Skirt. Blue jumper and cardigan. Apparently she's a WW2 Refugee from Eastern Europe who Married a British Soldier in Berlin. Lived in UK for years, raising a family. But she may well have Distant Relatives and will need Basic Russian to go and visit ! She sits alongside me and I share my "Crib-Sheet" and Text Book. I reach over and point out, word for word what our Tutor is saying. As I do, the back of my hand rubs against her right breast. She closes her eyes and gasps. I increase the pressure. She squints at me through half open eyes as I carefully manoeuvre across her front. I can feel her nipples hardening so I rotate my hand and cup her right tit twixt my thumb and forefinger. She simpers. I repeat the process with her left tit. More simpering. I take the bull by the horns and slide my hand up her jumper. Bare skin. Fingers under her bra, I caress her sagging tits, tweaking her nipples. She sits relaxed, a slight smile on her face. I slide my hand down the top of her skirt, but she grabs my wrist. "Later!" she whispers. We exit for a cuppa, but she heads for the Ladies Cloakroom.

"Get your skirt up!" I muter as we return to our seats. She does, displaying her stocking tops and suspenders. She peers closely at me as our Tutor dims the lights and operates the Overhead Projector. I go for her tits again. She's removed her bra. I turn in the semi gloom and push her top up over her tits, caressing her back with my left hand, and viciously mauling her with my right. She relaxes completely as I probe her body at will. I reach up her skirt, caressing between her thighs, my thumb seeking her vagina as she spreads her thighs. I caress her c*nt through her knickers as she reaches for my cock. "My God!" she gasps, unzipping my flies, her Wedding Ring glinting as she grasps it in both hands. "You are so Big! Much better than my Husband! OH! YES! YES!" The session finishes, our Class departing homeward.

Excited by my prospects, the following week I'm as sick as a parrot to find her accompanied by her husband! She nods casually towards me, carefully ensuring she keeps her Hubby between us as we take our places. She never attended the Classes again. During a visit by my fiance some time later, we're gazing at a Boxed Set of Fish Knives and Forks in an Antique Shop. Out comes my Middle Aged Target. We hug and kiss intimately. She Offers the Set for less than half-price, but her Hubby suddenly appears, waltzing her indoors !