The light in Chantel’s dark eyes couldn’t have been any brighter if she had just been elected a member of Mensa and handed the keys to Vassar. “Is that what you want me to do, Mrs. Chapel?” she asked softly. “Turn around and walk out of here?”
“Good… God… NO!”
The smile she returned to my nearly shouted exclamation went beyond captivating; it owned me… body and sole. “Then… I won’t.”
Chantel turned slightly and anal sex story sat on the edge of the bed. I could smell her perfume. I couldn’t place the alluring fragrance, but whatever she was wearing, it was a lot more expensive than the cheap toilet water I had splashed on my own merger excuse for a woman’s body. I could also smell Chantel beneath her perfume. It wasn’t the sweetish smell of a girl, or even that of a blossoming teenager, but the unmistakable scent of a mature young woman.
I actually looked at her, instead of seeing her from across my classroom desk. Her face appeared oval, yet her chin was sharply defined, not blunt and up close, her honey complexion was still absolutely flawless, not pockmark, not a mole, not a single blemish marred its velvety smooth surface. Her small ears lay back flat, close to her skull, the lobes almost nonexistent and her nose was small and slightly turned up. Her luminous eyes anal sex story were almond-shaped pools of dark molasses and tilted up slightly like a cat’s. Her eyelashes were long and her eyebrows were precisely sculptured bands of the finest mink. Her lips were lush, inviting. Her neck was long and slender anal sex story—swan-like and she invariably anal sex story held her chin high, proudly. The moderate flare of her nostrils, the fullness of her ripe mouth, these were the only real indications of Chantel’s mixed ancestry, even her creamy mocha complexion could be mistaken for a great tan.
Chantel was simply a naturally beautiful creature
anal sex story and in her captivating presence I was soaring so far above Cloud 9, there wasn’t a large enough number for it.
“I… I…” Chantel blushed. “I don’t know if I can… if I can go
anal sex story any further than this with you, Mrs. Chapel.”
My heart sank like a rock. “You don’t know if you can, or you’d rather not?” Compared to this stunning beauty, I was the proverbial ugly gangly duckling and she was uncomfortable being this close to me.
“Oh, no, it’s not that, Mrs. Chapel,” she answered quickly. She looked down at where
anal sex story her hands were clasped in her lap. “I have a small confession to make,” she said softly. “Well, maybe not that small, really. You see, late at night, when I’m still awake in my bed, I think about what I would do at just this moment.” Her voice became a little stronger. “I think about what sorts of things you
anal sex story might like to do with me. I’m afraid that those wicked thoughts have caused me to do things that aren’t very nice.”
This was encouraging. “And, what sort of thoughts do you have about us, Chantel?”
Her eyes slid to me. “Naughty girl/girl things.”
Even more encouraging. “And what do these naughty girl/girl thoughts cause you to do?”
“I have to get myself off, or I’ll never be able to go to sleep.”
Most encouraging. “And how do you accomplish that, Chantel?”
“With my fingers and… and with something I threw in my suitcase when my sister and I cut loose of our mother four years ago.”
“And what would that be?”
“Mother’s vibrator,” Chantel answered without a trace of embarrassment in her voice.
The ice wasn’t entirely broken between us
anal sex story, but some serious fissures were making their way to the surface. “What sort of vibrator is it? Describe it for me. Please.”
“Nothing high-tech, not like you see advertised on the Internet.” Chantel’s voice and body language no longer showed any signs of timidity. “It’s eight inches long, not too slender, sortta realistic…” Her eyes lit up even more. “And it’s black.”
“You didn’t happen to bring it along, did you?”
Chantel actually grinned. “Not this time, Mrs. Chapel.”
I heard the
anal sex story weakened ice shatter and wondered if Chantel heard it, too. Then I heard something else; an intrusive clearing of a throat that reminded me that Chantel and I weren’t alone. “Darnell, would you please go over and sit in the chair,” I said, not taking my eyes off Chantel. “You can get undressed, as I’m sure you sorely want to right now, but please, do not get out of the chair unless one of us asks you
anal sex story to join us here on the
anal sex story bed.”
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