For over 35 years, I have fantasized about making love to the woman who was my English teacher in my freshman year of high school. She was a plus-sized woman whose clothing was so tight, her huge breasts bounced and shook every time she did something as simple as walking across her classroom. And every day, she wore suits so constrictive, you could see the outline of her bra (which obviously wasn't up to the task for which it was constructed) and her panties right down to the "V" of her crotch. And yet, she'd saunter nonchalantly all over her classroom as though she was or had nothing unusual to see. She never made any advances to me, but sometimes I'd catch her in the hallway and make conversation or a joke with her just to be close to her. And before she'd walk away, sometimes she'd wink at me or lightly poke me on the nose. One time, she left her suit jacket on a table at the far end of the classroom. While the rest of the class noisily worked on some project, I sneaked over and fondled the jacket as much as I could, solely to touch something that had been so close to the body of my dreams. At one point, I looked across the room and saw her looking back at me with a sickly smile. So if she didn't know she turned me on, it was only because she didn't want to know. I was in lust with her forever ever that. And I might have forgotten about her, if the school's yearbook staff hadn't printed one or two extra photos of her full figure in the yearbook each year. Ever since then, I've been masturbating to those photos and still wishing I could be inside her big, beautiful body. Needless to say, I'm also more grown that I was in high school, so my fantasies are now more elaborate about what I'd be glad to do to give this woman the powerful, shuddering orgasm her physique deserves. I've thought countless times about calling her and telling her how I feel. I did actually call her once a couple of years ago, but in the end I copped out and just exchanged small talk with her about old times. She is now 75 years old and has been married for decades, so I imagine it would help no one if I confessed my lurid fantasies to her. But even though I've been married myself for over two decades, that has never stopped from thinking about the passionate sex I'd still be glad to have with her, if only she'd give me the chance.