Kiss her lips

Joe's conscience is tearing at him: she is so beautiful, but he can't take advantage of her in such a **** frozen state, can he?

But she's so sweet - so irresistibly cute, and Joe always did have a thing about those pretty young student teachers who came and went during his school years.

One kiss on her almost-magnetic lips - that wouldn't be outrageous, would it? He leans forwards, slowly moving over her, his own lips inching closer to hers. He can smell her perfume - light, delicate, fresh.

"Miss?" he whispers for one last time. There is no reply from the sleeping beauty.

Touch down: Joe gently meets her silky, voluptuous lips with his mouth. She tastes of sugar, and he cannot stop kissing her. He imagines she is waking, and her incredible brown eyes are focussing on him, at first in surprise, and then in undeniable pleasure, even **** need.

Then he feels her hand sweeping up his bare back, moving to the back of his head to encourage him on, he feels her own mouth and tongue seeking him out, her hips lifting to press against his hardened cock...

She is awake!

For a moment, Joe's mind questions it: has time started up again? What happens if he gets caught like this?

The student teacher is so beautiful though, so sweet and so delictible - his every heart beat was crying out to make love to her. But was the risk too much?