C3 Chapter 3

In the wake of her orgasm, Asami opened her eyes and gazed at Sally in delight and wonder.

Then, realizing that the teacher was still fully dressed, she became the one to take the initiative.

Sally’s hands fell to her sides, as the Japanese-American girl swiftly tugged the light cashmere vest over her head, and then undid the blouse underneath, pulling it away from both shoulders to flutter unheeded to the ground.

For a moment, Asami admired the pert jut of Sally’s breasts, which were a little smaller than her own, as the teacher took a 32B bra size.

Sally was clearly a bit of a traditionalist: her bra was in white, but more feminine in its shape and decorative small bows than might have been anticipated from the no-nonsense softball coach and the logical math teacher.

Now it was Asami’s turn to go down onto her knees, her face level with the single round black button at the waist of Sally’s elegant gray slacks.

However, the younger woman did not immediately undo this – instead, she brought a hand up under the crotch of the slacks and pressed the fabric firmly against the base of the teacher’s pudenda, grinding back and forth.

It was intensely arousing – much more so than if it had been done against the naked flesh – and Sally’s eyes went round in surprise and appreciation.

After a few seconds, Asami changed tack, undoing the button and zip at the front of the trousers, and pulling them down to the teacher’s knees.

The latter was revealed to be wearing much the scantier panties of the two of them – although again a decorous plain white, they were skimpy tai briefs with a high-leg cut and tantalizing lace panels.

Asami bent to undo the straps of Sally’s rather elegant two-inch heels, and this allowed her to pull the slacks the rest of the way down and to remove them – after which, she put the teacher’s stylish black shoes back on.

With gentle delicacy, almost with formality, Asami bent her head to place a single kiss on the fabric at the front of Sally’s briefs, directly on top of her slit.

The deferential decorousness of the motion had a powerful erotic impact upon the teacher, as she gazed down in wonder and delight at the lithe body of her favorite ex-student kneeling at her feet, her naked breasts jutting out invitingly.

Then she caught her breath, for Asami was slowly drawing Sally’s briefs down her legs, until the teacher was able to step out of them and take up a stance with her legs further apart.

Asami thought that the older woman looked stunningly sexy in her half-naked state – her breasts were still modestly enclosed in their bra, whilst the wanton availability of her pussy was highlighted by her black hold-ups and heels.

As Sally trembled with anticipation, Asami brought her face back to the newly-exposed cunt – and dispensed with all restraint, fastening onto it with hunger and desire, plunging her tongue into the teacher’s moist cleft and sweeping it around in every direction.

Sally went weak at the knees and felt as if she might lose her balance – the only thing holding her up was Asami’s firm grip on her ass cheeks.

They were so well-attuned that the Japanese-American girl sensed this, and she softly drew her teacher down to lie on her back on the exercise mat.

Asami marveled at the role reversal – for now it was almost as if Sally was the novice, or at least the overwhelmed youngster.

Kneeling next to her, Asami tugged the teacher’s bra straps off her shoulders, pulling them downwards so as to peel away the cups from over her breasts, revealing their warm pinkness and stiff red nipples.

She followed this up with her mouth, spending some time on each breast as Sally lay with her eyes tightly closed and an expression of pure bliss plastered across her face.

Lost in the stimulus from her breasts, the blonde woman’s legs spread wider and wider apart, and her back began to arch.

Never one to refuse such an offering, Asami plunged two fingers into the teacher’s pussy and began to stroke her fires of passion even higher.

Ms Henrikson was now losing all her inhibitions, as a mixture of swear words and pleas to be fucked more, harder and deeper tumbled in a cascade from her lips, and the palms of her hands smacked up and down against the rubber mat in a torment of ecstasy.

At last, under the merciless combined assault of Asami’s left hand tweaking her right nipple, Asami’s agile teeth pulling on her left nipple, and the two fingers of Asami’s right hand squirming in and out of her vagina whilst her thumb rubbed around her teacher’s clitoris in circles – the dam broke, and Sally Henrikson came and came and came, in waves of orgasm more uplifting exhilarating and crashingly exhausting than she could remember ever having experienced before.

She gave a long wailing cry, her body shuddered from head to toe, and sweat broke out on her face, breasts, back and thighs.

Amazed and thrilled by the effects of her ministrations, Asami lay down next to the tall blonde, taking her in her arms for a long slow kiss.

Surprisingly, it was Sally who bestirred herself first, sexual release having first drained and then even more emphatically restored her. She propped herself up on one elbow to look down on Asami, and slipped a hand between the younger woman’s thighs to fondle her mound.

‘Your turn next, hot spot – and you’re coming home with me, I want to take my time with you!’ announced the teacher in a decisive, almost classroom tone. It had the desired stimulating effect upon the former student, and a gleam came into Asami’s eyes.

‘Oooh, yes Ma’am, yes please!’ she replied.

They exchanged one kiss before rising, a second when they were both on their feet, and a third at the door of the gym, after they had quickly put back on their outer clothes (Sally scooped her breasts back into her bra cups, but they stuffed both pairs of panties and Asami’s bra into Sally’s bag).

The teacher unlocked the door and peeked out into the corridor, but it was deserted and the coast was clear.

They swiftly exited the small gymnasium, locking it again behind them, and they saw no one else as they reached the front hall and then left the building.

Asami had never been to Ms Henrikson’s house when she was a student, and so she carefully trailed the teacher’s car on the short journey until she pulled up behind her in the driveway of a modest but pleasant white-painted single storey house.

Whether the question had been in her face or not, as Sally Henrikson unlocked her front door she commented, slightly sadly:

‘No need to worry, I live alone – it’ll be just us.’

Asami took the teacher’s hand in hers and pressed it, replying with warm enthusiasm: ‘that’s just fine with me!’

Once in the hallway, Asami took a moment to telephone her mother and explain that she had gone on from the reunion ‘to an old friend’s house’, and so as not disturb her parents by coming in later she was going to stay over for the night – so they could lock up, she would see them some time on Sunday, probably after lunch.

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TBC…