Just a nudge

Jason watches the two groups largely ignore each other, and begins to wonder what Selina's plan is. Mrs. Miel seems to be ready to leave, or at least go try on the clothes, so Jason asks, "Does Mrs. Miel have a thing for guys that look like Steven?"

All of a sudden, while she's beginning to walk away, she glances back to the boy as if she hadn't gotten a good enough look at him before. There it is: recognition.

"Steven?" the gorgeous MILF asked. "I almost didn't recognize you!"

"Mrs. Miel?" Steven asked, also shocked when he looks at her face for the first time. "I'm surprised you remember me. What're you doing here?"

His old teacher smiles her warm smile, destroying any hint of uncertainty that this is Steven's old teacher. "It's funny to see you, so grown up. You must be in college by now..?"

"Uh, yeah I am. I should be graduating before too long," he says. He struggles not to look down, but he's had enough training. "Are you still, uh, teaching?" he asks.

Mrs. Miel laughs, "yes, of course. History only grows, after all."

Selina stays back, letting the two talk, taking in the way they don't quite flirt, but the way their body language suggests they want to. She takes it in, not reminding Steven that he's dating someone. She makes eye contact with the attendant, awkwardly trying to figure out what she's supposed to be doing, and waves her away.

"So what brings you here?" he says, grasping at small talk, but then seems to realize where he is. "Oh! I mean, you don't have to..."

"I was looking for some new underwear. Something Mr. Miel would like," she says, holding up the things she'd picked out. "What do you think?" She holds the garments in front of her.

Steven almost takes a step back, but takes her invitation to check her out. "I think you'd look beautiful in those," he says honestly.

She laughs again, "thanks, Steven. That means a lot." She passes it off like a joke, but seems to actually appreciate it.

Selina sees her opportunity and steps up, clearing her throat.

"Oh! This is my girlfriend," Steven says.

The girl arches an eyebrow, looking at him. "I'm Selina," she says, completing the introduction. She holds out a hand, which the teacher takes.

The stacked teacher looks shocked, but recovers, "wow, um, it's nice to meet you, Selina. I'm Mrs. Miel. Actually call me Hélène. You were never one of my students," she smiles warmly at the girl.

"It's wonderful to meet you, too, after how much Steven has talked about you. I understand why he blushes every time," she says and waggles her eyebrows.

Mrs. Miel titters at that, and then lets out a full giggle when she sees Steven looking at his girlfriend, scandalized and actually blushing.

"You can bet he's going to be thinking about you and that underwear for a long, long time," Selina says. She reaches over to a rack and picks out a red bra that would only cover the nipples with some lace and hands it over. "Though I think this is more his speed. It'll look incredible on you, and I think the color will draw the red out in your hair."

Mrs. Miel glances at Steven, not quite sure how to react. She catches him gulp, looking at the bra.

Seeing that she has the teacher off guard, Selina presses her attack, "actually, if you're looking for a guy's opinion, Steve could help you out. Maybe you could model those for him."

Too far? Mrs. Miel looks at her skeptically. "I'm married, you know," she says.

"I'm not saying you have to do anything with him, just give him a look to see what it does to him. It'll be easier to pick out something Mr. Miel will like if you know what guys think," Selina persuaded. "He's done it before with me and some of my friends. Besides, you know he's a good guy and would never say a word."

Selina's confidence comes through in her words, striking the teacher with how ready she was to cross boundaries. No, like she'd danced over the boundaries without ever noticing them. She said it like there was nothing unusual about the suggestion and made the teacher feel silly for thinking this could be anything less than ordinary.

Steven, catching up, adds, "I promise I would never do anything you don't want me to do." He lookes at her with his big, brown, earnest eyes.

The teacher hesitates a second more, but gives in. "Okay, but no touching, and you're not going in with me. And maybe not this one," she holds up the red lacy bra. She doesn't put it back. "And you're coming too, okay?" she asks Steven's girlfriend.

"Of course."

"Sure."

The trio make their way to the dressing room, the teacher going into the stall alone. Selina pats Steven's crotch through his jeans, surprised by how easy this has been. His dick feels hard, so she fondles it a little more, always excited to find him ready to go. They lean up against the wall, listening to the teacher disrobe, knowing that Mrs. Miel is getting naked for them, just feet away.

She opens the stall door, revealing her body in a blue bustier, matching garters hooked to stockings. It hugs her curves, revealing her narrow waist. It does little to hide her breasts, and she self-consciously adjusts her top around them. "Is it too tight?" she asks.

Selina thinks that it is, but she's coming at this from the perspective of someone who needs to move around in such things. She defers to Steven, though, who says, "I think that looks incredible on you, Mrs. Miel. It looks like it would be really soft when holding you in bed, too." Selina smirks at that, and especially at how honest he sounds, completely guileless.

It's the teacher's time to blush, now, and she resists inspecting his cock. She can see that it's hard from the look on his face. "It is pretty comfortable," she runs her hand over the material. She ducks back into the changing room before her face gives everything away.