No more games

"I like the young woman I see," You tell Monica softly as you brush her cheek with the back of your fingers. "much more than the fantasy of a French exchange student or any other kink some men might dream up." The way her mouth opens slightly in surprise and her lower lip trembles makes you want her even more. Hasn't anyone ever told this lovely young woman how sexy she is just by being her?

"Really?"

"Really." The kiss starts slow but by the time you lift your mouth from hers you feel swaying in your arms. "You, Miss Fulton, are one damn sexy woman and any man that I know would love to be where I am right now." Where you are right now is pretty damn good too. Monica's sexy body is close to perfect, full breasts, firm ass and a toned frame that looks like it belongs more to a California penthouse centerfold than a teacher in a small classroom in New England.

After cumming down Monica's throat you are in no hurry at all to go again and instead you carefully undress this lovely blonde. You start by slowly lifting her colorful sundress higher stroking the smooth skin of her thighs and hips as the rising light cotton dress exposes more of her tanned flesh. Her lacy panties are still lying in a bunch on your desk, so nothing obstructs the path of your hands as they climb. When the dress reaches her breasts you pause to kiss the exposed skin of her ribs.

"God Kyle." Monica moans as she clutches at your head. "I can't take much more of this, I need you to fuck me!" That, you decide with a grin, is exactly what you are not going to do. This beautiful young woman deserves something better than a casual fuck. Ignoring her outburst you finish pulling the dress over her head. She stands completely naked before you now, evenly tanned all over except for a small triangle of pale skin that covers her neatly trimmed bush.

"Where do you go to sunbathe you sexy goddess, and does Ms. Naylor know that you are lying out somewhere making all the skinny A-cup girls on campus jealous?"

"Stop it." Monica blushes and covers her breasts with her hands almost shyly. In spite of the protests you can tell she is pleased by your admiration. "A lot of the students here have breasts nicer than mine -the best Daddy's money can buy." She adds with a hint of scorn.

"I doubt it," you assure her. "I've seen a lot of fake boobs at strip clubs. Yours are much nicer, trust me." Dropping your pants to your ankles you step out of them so you are wearing only your t-shirt and boxers. "Now, I think it's time for you and I to spend a little quality time on this bed that you admired so much."