Sex-ed Up

I moan as Ethen walks up, and I smile as he moves to stand behind me. Feeling his hand rub across my skin, rubbing along my sides from my waist on up. Knowing I'm being watched, I moan, feeling pleasure shooting through me easily, and all the while turned on by the whole thing being watched so closely. I look behind me to see him shooting me a smile, and I giggle as he kisses my cheek.

His smile grows larger, and he grabs ahold of my halter top, slowly peeling it off me. I gasp, smiling a toothy grin as my breasts bounce freely. "Remember, class, to savour such pleasures. Not only do they last longer, but you burn more calories doing it." As he speaks, I feel his hands moving across my now exposed skin, my top being pulled up my arms, which is quickly whisked away by Pete, who winks at me as he casually takes off with it.

I moan, feeling my pleasures rising as he rubs his hands along my body, pinching and grasping at my now exposed sides, breasts and arms. Feeling my pleasure rising, I press myself against him, knowing without looking that the whole thing is being openly observed by the class, and likely being recorded besides. Even as I know my top was picked for the class, I find myself not only not minding him peeling it off me, but enjoying it, and even looking forward to what he has planned next.

I gasp again, smiling back his way before returning my gaze forward as he bounces my breasts playfully before them. I gasp, feeling pleasure, along with some displeasure, as he pinches my nipples between his fingers and nails. I tilt my head to one side as he kisses my neck, and find myself easily becoming submissive to his every whim, even those left unsaid. I moan, desiring only that he keeps doing whatever he has planned, as he holds me close.

his left hand reaching down now, I felt my arosual rising sharing as he rubbs at my shaved mount, carressing his fingers across my clit, and reminding me how my shorts had been ripped, placing my tatch in open view, even as the varry same fabric pinches it tightly. He chuckles in my ear as I moan once more, finding myself rather pliable, like putty, in his arms. "It also makes your exercise partner enjoy each session more, don't you think?"

I gasp, my body jerking slightly, my mound bouncing across his croch, feeling his rock-hard member, separated only by his fitness pants, bounce against my exposed skin. Looking longingly back at him, I felt him grasping and groping me, as my mind increasingly is crying out for him to take me... to claim me, and to use me.

I hear several voices seemingly calling out in agreement, even if I can't tell exactly what was said...though again, I found myself not caring. I just wanted him to do what, I expect, was soon to follow...