Miss Hewitt’s more than a little tipsy

Not even an hour into the being there, Mark could see just how tipsy Miss Hewitt could get after a few drinks. He felt like it wasn’t her aim to get drunk tonight but with Miss Fischer as his sidekick, she was helping him have every chance of pulling Miss Hewitt by encouraging her to drink them quickly.

She persisted on more ****, offering to get rounds herself. Leaving the table for another round of tequila shots, Mark had a chance to speak to Miss Hewitt one on one inside the booth, now that she wasn’t cold and sober.

“Much of a dancer?” he asked, watching her head move around to the beat of the music.

“Sure am, count me in for a boogie after this next shot,” she replied.

He wanted to join her out there but there was still a hesitation between the two. Even after the amount of encouragement he got from Miss Fischer, he was still holding back.

Except for his eyes…

He couldn’t stop staring at her large tits encased in the black bra underneath the mesh top. While catching him in the act of staring, Miss Hewitt let out a brief smile. Something she wouldn’t have done if she wasn’t a few drinks down.

“Do you find it hard to focus in class?” she asked him.

He quickly brought his eyes up to meet hers, trying to work out what she was speaking about. By the way she repositioned herself, pressing her chest a little further forward, Mark got the memo.

“uhhh…” he stumbled, “Um maybe a little.”

With Miss Hewitt bringing this up, Mark felt a little more confident to speak about her large breasts openly with her.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she replied.

Mark leant a little forward himself, “Do you wear those blouses on purpose in class, like… do you show all that cleavage on purpose?”

Miss Hewitt smiled once more, “You think I wear outfits just to tease you boys?”

He playfully shrugged, “I don’t know… maybe.”

She shook her head, “That’s just how I dress… besides, whatever I wear, there’s not much I can do to cover these babies up.”

Once again Mark was trying to hold himself from getting a boner. He was given some assistance when Miss Fischer returned to the booth with three shots of tequila.

“Alright pals, grab one before I spill them anymore,” she told them.

They all took a shot glass as Miss Hewitt took a salt bottle and started pouring a bit on her hand to taste before the shot. The other two did the same before they cheered raised their glass and downed the shot.

“Ohhh god,” Miss Fischer said, scrunching up her face before shoving a piece of lime in her mouth to suck on.

“Tequila…” Mark muttered, “Least favourite type of shot.

However, Miss Hewitt was on a different level, loving the taste, “Woooo! That’s going to get me dancing.”

In just moments, Miss Hewitt was drunk enough to hit the dance floor, her body already moving in a groovy way as she left the booth and made her way towards the floor.

She sure was something.

Mark kept going back to the night at the hotel where he had the opportunity to perv on her. Buck naked and fucking a random man, she was incredibly sexy.

As Miss Fischer looked across the booth at Mark, she noticed his eyes were still drifting off at his new teacher. He didn’t even realise how long he had been staring at her for.

“What are you doing still sitting here?” Miss Fischer asked him, noticing him stare off into the direction of the dance floor.

Mark didn’t realise how obvious he was being. She could tell just by looking into his eager eyes.

“I don’t know, she’s already dancing with someone.”

She shook her head, getting out of her seat and pulling him up too by grabbing his wrist, “Take a look at that guy… who’s she going to rather dance up on?”

Mark tried to get a better look at the man. He had a dark beard that was turning grey, just like the hair on top of his head. He wasn’t unattractive by any standards but his ageing was blatantly showing and if you put him next to a young Mark, there wasn’t any contest.

He understood what Miss Fischer was telling him, all he had to do was get on out there and position himself next to her and let **** and poor judgement do the rest.

“Alright then, maybe you can get that dude away for a second and give me a chance to sneak on in,” he asked her.

She didn’t say anything, instead, just pulling him by the arm again, dragging him out onto that dance floor. The song NYC Beat played through the decks of the DJ, in an alternate mash up.

It was a real cock fest here, he noticed a couple of milfs out dancing but other than that, it was a bunch of dudes, almost all of them with their eyes on Elsie and Jenna.

He started to move into the same area of his hot teacher. With the hell of Miss Fischer, the clingly older man know had two women to feast his eyes on. In his own mind, the man must have been thinking that he had hit the jackpot.

Unfortunately for him, he was about to be played hard by Miss Fischer who was only trying to get him out of the way.

Suddenly Miss Hewitt was a little more free, enough space around her for Mark to slide in next to her.

He disguised his motives by the way he danced.

Mark moved around frequently, shifting his body from side to side, singing to the music. He was next to her and was trying to accidentally make contact with her.

Whether he was just imagining it or not, Mark felt Miss Hewitt shifting closer to him.

First, he felt her ass starting to grind against him, following the beat of the music. It was just light at first, if it stopped there, it could have been interpreted as accidental. But she kept going, starting to really place her ass up against his crotch.

The leather black pants started to press tightly against his own jeans. All of a sudden, Mark had an unwanted boner that he couldn’t get rid of. It was so clear to anyone who had their ass up against his body, that he was hard.

He tried to lean away, afraid that he was just going to scare her off and embarrass himself in the middle of a dance floor.

But moving back only made her step backwards, pressing her ass back.

Okay, now it was confirmed that this was on purpose.

Mark started to put his hands on her sides, grasping the mesh material of her top. She spun around to him, placing her hands on his shoulders as the lower half of her body shimmied and swung from side to side.

Looking into her eyes, their faces so close together, he knew she was pretty intoxicated.

Before he knew it, the woman was kissing him.

Tongue and all…

Mark now had a better opportunity to touch her while they made out, he moved his hands straight to her behind, grabbing those juicy butt cheeks.

She was giving him big sloppy kisses, her tongue flicked around, pressing against his. While Miss Hewitt explored Mark’s mouth, Mark was more focused on feeling up her body. His hands moved up her back, further and further. Now he was feeling the bra strap, his mind instantly went to her boobs.

Could he grab them here? She was certainly keen, her mouth was consenting.

But would it be odd to be full on groping her tits in the club?

Before he could make up his mind, Mark felt a hand on his shoulder.

The kiss was broken up and the two looked at Miss Fischer who was standing very close to them.

“Hey, hate to break this love fest up but can we take it somewhere else, getting way too much attention from the creepy old dudes,” Miss Fischer whispered to them, leaning in close to their faces.

“You mean back home? Or to another club?” Mark asked, afraid this would all end too soon.

Surprising him, Miss Hewitt gave them a different answer, “No more clubs, we’re crashing at the Royal.”

The Royal was a hotel around the corner from where they were. He felt his heart beating faster as Miss Fischer agreed and they were on their way out of here.