Try to resist.

"I-I don't think that would be very appropriate, Miss Eriksen," I said in a trembling voice. The stupid think is that I desperately wanted to have the courage to say yes. But I found her interest in me disturbing - and my interest in her even more so.

I bit my lip nervously as Miss Eriksen regarded my naked form. Subconsciously, my hands drew across my breasts and the downy fluff of my pussy, to protect them from her piercing eyes.

Wordlessly, the tall blonde teacher removed her tracksuit top. Beneath it her large breasts pushed against the tight material of a one-piece leotard beneath. She removed her tracksuit bottoms, sliding them down long smooth toned legs. Her body was powerfully strong and yet stunningly beautiful, and she knew it. I felt weak and fragile before her and I felt my willpower draining away.

Miss Eriksen peeled down the top of her leotard and massaged her large breasts. She tweaked the nipples hard and unashamedly - and regarded me with hungry eyes. Then she removed the leotard fully and stood naked before me. But only for a moment, because the next thing that she did was to walk forward and enter the shower with me; almost daring me to object.

I did not object, I did not dare. Instead I watched as she took the soap and caressed her big beautiful breasts with it, almost thrusting them in my face because she was standing so close. Then she began to wash and caress the rest of her body and this would often result in her brushing against me, her smooth sensual slippery flesh sliding against and stimulating my own.

My nipples were stiff little nubs, my cheeks were flushed and my pussy ached with desire. What was happening to me?

"Miss Eriksen," I said at last, "I really ought to be going home now."

"Halt," she said, stepping in front of me." Your body is strong, ja Silverman? But your vill is not. You vant to stay, but you do not have the courage to discover vot may happen."

"What may happen, Miss?" I asked in a small voice.

"This," she said, not unkindly, and planted a kiss on my lips. The kiss itself did not last long, but in placing it there, Miss Eriksen's body moved against mine. Her breasts pressed against mine so that our nipples grazed each other. Her smooth slippery legs slid between mine and my body was suffused with a curious warmth.

I let out a little gasp of pleasure and my teacher moved in and kissed me again. I felt powerless to resist as her body moved against mine, her curves moulded into my curves as if our bodies had been designed for each other. She pushed me into a corner of the shower, where the beating of the water stimulated my already excited flesh.

She was right of course, I was weak. I didn't take risks and I allowed others to run my life. My parents would move me from place to place on a whim and at night I would dream of a faceless tormentor. Now here I was again, feebly giving over control of my body for my teacher's pleasure.

I knew what attracted me to Miss Eriksen: Her beauty, her power and her determination. But what had attracted her to me? My youthful body? My engaging personality? Or was she simply looking for somebody that she could dominate?

My heart sank, as I thought that it might very well be the latter. At that moment I felt Miss Eriksen trace a confident finger down my back, round the sensitive flesh of my hips, towards my pussy. The sensation was pleasurable of course, but was it right?