Tease her a bit first.

“I-ah. That is,” Melisa fidgeted, flustered considerably as Helda moved even closer to her on the couch. Oh god how high could that skirt ride! “I…I was hoping to talk.”

“Shhhh,” Helda soothed the flustered young girl. The older woman’s hand slipped around her young counterparts neck, gently cupping Melissa’s cheek. Helda smiled as Melissa unconsciously leaned into her palm, heat radiating from her cheeks as she squirmed. “So you want to learn more about me?”
“I-I ah-y-yes.” Melissa sighed.

Helda coaxed Melissa to face her. Holding her head gently but firmly in her hand, she guided it around and looked firmly into the young girls eyes. She smiled as Melissa tried to turn way form the lustful burning eyes of the older woman. It was for naught, as Helda easily kept her looking straight. Not a difficult feat, as the heroine didn’t really try very hard.

“Oh Melissa,” Helda began coyly. “I’m…not much of a talker.” As she spoke, she grasped Melissa’s hand and brought it to her thigh, slowly running it up long her creamy skin. Melissa breathed shallowly as their hands vanished beneath the older woman’s skirt.

“Oh-oh god,” Melissa gasped as she felt something large beneath the teasingly thin fabric of hidden underwear. She shivered as said object jumped at her touch and seemed to strain against its cotton prison, as if it were searching, yearning for her touch.

“But you know, I’m a big proponent of showing. Not telling,” Helda added with a smirk. She gently pulled Melissa’s unresisting hand onto her straining cock, delighting in how the girl’s face reddened fiercely and her breathing quickened. So innocent, Helda thought as she pulled Melissa’s head towards her own.

Their lips met. Helda titled Melissa’s head back, her tongue slipping past the girl’s unguarded lips to plunder the depths beyond. The girl groaned, suddenly gasping as a hand slipped beneath her skirt and gently began stroking her soon dripping mound. It was the very hand that had held her upon the counselors cock. She could redraw her own hand now, she realized. Yet, she didn’t. In fact, she found herself gliding her fingers tentatively along the hidden fuck pole. Feeling the ridges beneath her fingers with something akin to awe, she slowly stroked Helda’s cock. An act evidently appreciated when Helda groaned into her mouth.

Helda broke their kiss, licking her lips as if savoring a delectable meal. She leaned back with mock surprise. “What’s this?” she remarked, her thumb slowly tracing a damp spot in her victim’s panties. “Well well! I see someone’s been enjoying this.”

Melissa cold only flush an even deeper red. She tried to stammer out a response, but none was forthcoming.