C2 Chapter 2

‘I have learned things about myself – my pleasures – that might surprise you, but I’m sure there is so much more that you could teach me – if you would like to?

’ As she said this, she took Ms Henrikson’s hand, gently raised it to her mouth, and – without for one second breaking her steady eye contact with the slightly-flushed older woman – brushed her lips along the knuckles and kissed the fingers softly.

Ms Henrikson gave a faint noise, a mixture of a gasp of surprise and a moan of pleasure; her nostrils flared, and for a second the tip of her tongue moistened her slightly-parted lips.

Then, with a slight shake of the head, as if to bring herself back from dreamland, she took a firm grip on Asami’s hand.

Delight and desire showed in equal measure on the teacher’s face, but in her position she had to be sure she was not wishfully misinterpreting the signals. Even with an indication as blatant as this, she had better make sure ...

‘Oh, Asami! Do you mean? ... Do you want to ...’ asked the teacher, and then she swallowed, unable to say in public what it was, even in a room so buzzing with conversation that no one could possibly hear their soft-voiced exchange.

Asami knew that this was the cusp moment, the second when things could turn one way or another – and she knew exactly what she wanted, now even more urgently and desperately.

Leaning forward, standing slightly on her toes so that her lips were almost brushing Ms Henrikson’s ear, she made sure that no doubt at all could remain.

‘Take me somewhere, and fuck me to pieces’, she whispered, the invisible caress of her breath arousing the teacher even more.

Ms Henrikson looked like she had been struck by lightning, and she shivered slightly from head to toe.

The teacher had kept a firm grip on the stunning Japanese-American girl’s hand, its fingernails painted green to match her dress, and softly she replied:

‘Oh, gosh! Oh – my sweet angel ... I know a place, we won’t be disturbed there ... quickly, follow me out!’

Ms Henrikson slipped away from the room when the Principal had her back turned, talking to some former students, and Asami was a couple of seconds behind her, hopefully making their departures look quite unconnected.

They soon left the hubbub of the reunion behind, padding quickly and quietly down the deserted corridors, leaving the lights switched off and using only the minimal emergency lighting that was always on at night to guide their way.

As they walked, Ms Henrikson told Asami how she had always been very attracted to her, that she had found it difficult not to show this when she had been at the school, but that she made it an absolute rule never to touch a student.

‘But I’m not a student here any more’, grinned Asami, and her former teacher smiled back, her eyes gleaming in anticipation of the long-desired pleasures to come.

They arrived at the section of the building which contained the school’s other indoor sports facility, a smaller gymnasium which was mainly used for gymnastic exercises and dance classes.

Ms Henrikson stopped outside the door of this, to which of course she possessed a key.

After they had entered, she made sure to lock the door again – to have someone blunder in upon them now would be a disaster in every way.

Ms Henrikson arranged one of the larger exercise mats on the floor, and then turned to take the lovely lush figure of the Japanese-American girl into her arms for the first time – something she had longed and longed for when Asami had been a student, and only iron resolve had restrained her.

Asami had certainly learnt quite a bit in the intervening five years – she came into the embrace without a hint of hesitation, her mouth opening for the kiss and her hands eagerly roaming Ms Henrikson’s upper body, especially stroking the curve of her bust.

In her turn, Ms Henrikson did something that she had often fantasized about several years ago, alone in her own bedroom at night and with just a purring vibrator for solace.

First, her hands descended to grasp the Japanese-American girl’s firm and sexy ass, one hand taking each buttock, squeezing them and lifting them slightly apart.

Next, she tugged the hem of Asami’s dress up to her waist, exposing a very pretty pair of quite modest midi-style panties, trimmed with lace, in an emerald green that coordinated with the young woman’s dress. And then, and at last, one of her hands slid over the front panel of the panties, and cupped Asami’s mound in the palm of her hand, feeling her womanly warmth.

‘Oooh, yes!’ breathed Asami, just as transported by this sexual encounter with her long-admired former teacher as the older woman was with her.

Ms Henrikson’s fingers found the zip fastener of Asami’s dress at the back, and pulled it downwards in a single fluid but unhurried motion.

As she did so, the dress fell away from the younger woman’s body like petals unfolding on a flower, until the whole garment was bunched around her hips.

With an attractive and nimble wiggle, Asami shed the dress, letting it tumble to her ankles and then stepping aside from it.

She was left wearing just her hold-up stockings (which were pale green), the panties and a matching strapless bra which had a slight push-up effect on her already substantial 30D breasts.

Asami struck a statue-like pose for a moment, and both women laughed in shared harmony and happiness.

The Japanese-American beauty reached behind her back to unsnap and fling away the bra, revealing her splendid breasts in all their glory.

She cupped them in her palms, offering them to the teacher not only by gesture but also by saying:

‘Ms Henrikson, I’m all yours – take me, and fuck me!’

The teacher smiled at her, and replied: ‘Y’know, considering I’m gonna do just that, right here and right now, I think you can call me Sally!’

Asami gave a sweet smile and a slight bow of her head; in many ways, she had absorbed more of her mother’s culture and customs than perhaps she realized.

With a hunger that signaled the passions to come, Sally took the younger woman into her arms again for a long clinching kiss, and then bent to bring her lips to the swelling prominences of Asami’s breasts.

‘Aahhh, ooooh, yes!’ murmured the pretty half-Asian, entranced to see her former very correct teacher sucking, licking and nibbling on her nipples.

Whilst she did this, Sally’s free hand dropped again towards Asami’s sex, but this time slipping inside the panties to take a first direct feel of the girl’s cunt, probing the length of her slit and feeling the oozing dampness of her sexual arousal.

Asami made appreciative noises as she clung onto the taller woman’s shoulders, her own head back and her breathing coming in erratic gasps.

Sally broke away from her oral pleasuring of Asami’s breasts to pull the younger woman’s panties down and off, and then she knelt in front of her.

After easing the luscious Oriental babe’s thighs apart, the teacher brought her tongue to her ex-student’s pussy.

Asami was delighted by this, as she had found that cunnilingus was one of her most favorite lesbian love-making practices.

She spread her legs as far apart as she could manage, and gave a shudder as Sally’s fingers slipped between her labia and probed the entrance of her pink tunnel.

The older woman’s tongue dove in like a rabbit going down a hole, and Asami gave a squeal of pleasure.

The combination of Sally’s expertise in pussy-munching and the mind-blowing reality of being eaten out by her former teacher brought Asami with sudden abruptness to an orgasm which she could not have held back even if she had wanted to.

Instead, she writhed in Sally’s grip with her eyes screwed tight shut, and gave vent to a series of short ecstatic cries as her body trembled and sweet juices seeped from her pussy.

During this love-making, the two women had been so engrossed in each other that they had not noticed the handle of the gymnasium door turning as it was quietly tried once from outside, or the faint sound of footsteps quietly retreating along the corridor.

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