Private Dance

She spun back around and slipped the knot on her shirt with her finger and let it fall open revealing a strip of skin all the way down to the top of her skirt. Her tits jiggled and shook almost pushing the shirt further apart. She kept moving her eyes from his to her body than back to him.

"Oh, my God," Henry muttered.

Isabelle smile a wicked little smile at her old teacher. She looked down at her body and ran the tips of her fingers down her cleavage and down her hips. "You know, when I first started as your T.A. I hated working for you." Her smile turned to a sneer and her eyes narrowed.

Henry's heartbeat quickened and couldn't help but a feel a pang of fear in his stomach. 'Where is she going with this?' he thought.

"Always telling me what to do, you were a fucking slave driver. Had to have this done by this day, get these papers filed, research this for me," she said as she slipped a finger under his tie and pulled it out from his vest. She twirled the material around in her hand giving her a good grip and she pulled him forward till they were face to face. "You just couldn't let up for one day, could you?" She let go and he slumped back in his chair.

Henry looked away to the wall and she grabbed his face again. "Could you?"

"No," he said, trying to show he wasn't impressed by her tough girl act.

"Sometimes you were okay, but mostly, you were just an asshole," she said.

"Hey, language," he said going into teacher mode.

She leaned in again, so her face was an inch from his, her perfume filling his nose. "I make the rules in here, Dr. Clayton. I'm the teacher tonight." Her shirt fell open further. Her tits hung down and rubbed against his chest. Henry looked down and she followed his gaze. She looked back up with a crooked smile and cocked an eyebrow at him. She began to sway her shoulders and rubbed her naked breasts against him. She bowed her back as she slid herself up Henry and dragged her tits against his face.

Henry caught his breath as the softness of her tits coupled with the firmness of her body contacted his flesh. As she straightened up, she slowly turned around and lowered her ass into his lap. She began grinding her ass into his crotch, her hands on his knees. She could feel how hard his cock already was against her ass cheek. She looked over her shoulder at Henry and smiled. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "You're so hard for me, Dr. Clayton."

Henry groaned as she pressed against his cock and wiggled her ass cheeks.

She spread her legs and stood up, then bent over at the hips, her ass only a foot from his face. She continued to bend over until she was peek-a-booing him from between her legs. She slowly stood back up and took a step away from him. She let her unbuttoned shirt fall from her shoulders and down her arms, her hips and ass still gyrating to the music. As the shirt reached her hands, she caught it and raised her arms over her head revealing the curves of her breasts along the sides of her torso. Isabelle turned back around and covered herself with the shirt in her hands.

"Did you ever wonder what I looked like naked, Dr. Clayton?" she asked in a sweetly innocent voice.

"Isabelle, please... I can't..." Henry sputtered.

"Tell me, Dr. Clayton," she repeated, a little firmer this time. "Did you ever wonder what I looked like naked?" On her last word she threw her shirt into his face blocking his vision.

Henry pulled the shirt away. Isabelle had her back turned to him again only now she was in nothing but her G-string, her micro skirt dangling by a finger.

"Yeah, you want to know. You wouldn't have pulled that shirt away if you didn't." She looked at him over her shoulder and let the skirt fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs inside her G-string and played with the waistband up and down her hips before bending over at her waist to peel it down out of her ass cleavage. Henry was now treated to a direct view of her puckered little asshole and two puffy pussy lips that even he couldn't help but wonder how sweet they tasted.

Isabelle slowly turned back around and stuck her hip out in a sexy, demure figure eight pose as she presented herself to her former teacher, her eyes directed to the floor. She was completely nude except for her white knee socks and baby doll heels. "Am I what you expected, Dr. Clayton?" She lifted her eyes to Henry and bit her lower lip in mock unsureness.

"Oh my God, Isabelle!"

She slowly walked toward him, one foot in front of the other like a model walking down the runway. With each step her naked breasts slightly bounced and jiggled. Henry was rock hard, his cock creating a perfect impression against his jeans. Isabelle climbed onto his lap and straddled him. He eyes drifted down then back up to his and smiled.

"I guess I am what you expected." She put her arms around his neck and began gyrating her hips on his hard dick.

Henry gripped the arms of the big chair tight, his fingers dug into the cushion. Isabelle threw one arm up over her head and held onto the back of his neck with the other. Her body undulated to the music as she continued to dry hump him. Henry's eyes were glued to her bouncing tits, her long pigtails flew in all directions sometimes whipping Henry in the face. She slowly came to a stop and let herself slide down to her knees on the floor between his legs. She rested her head on his lap, her face near his hard cock.

"Did you ever think you'd see me down here looking up at you? My face, my mouth so close to your hard cock?"

"Isabelle, what are you doing to me?" Henry said. His chest was heaving with quick short breaths and his cock felt like it was going to rip a hole through the denim material.

"I thought about it, Dr. Clayton," she confessed.

"What!? You did!?"

She nodded her head, her lips lightly brushed against the tip of his cock. She slowly reached up and climbed her small frame back up his body. Her face was barely an inch from his. "I don't know if you knew it or not, but I loved taking your class. You were tough to work for, but I loved being your assistant. And... I had a little crush on you." She climbed higher and dragged her soft D-cup tits up his face. He deeply inhaled the smell of her skin, and it was glorious.

"Oh, God, Isabelle!"

She rolled over on top of him and slowly slid down him until she sat on his lap then slowly ground her tight ass on his cock making Henry groan with pleasure mixed with the frustration of controlling himself. Her hands trailed down his arms to his hands. "I never realized how solid you are. All these muscles." She interlaced her fingers in his and lifted his hands from the arms of the chair.

"Isabelle, I'm not—"

"And I don't think I ever gave you a real thank you," She said her hips still grinding.

"Isabelle, you don't need to..." Henry's voice trailed off when he felt Isabelle place his hands on her smooth flat tummy and slowly slid them up her body until they were resting on her big soft tits.

"Ah... Isabelle... I can't... I shouldn't..." Henry sputtered.

"It's okay, Dr. Clayton," she reassured him. "If we slip the security guys a little extra from our tips, they overlook it if we let someone touch us. And I have never let anyone touch me. You're my first." Isabelle laid on top of Henry, her body swaying to the music on top of him as the song ended. She was enjoying the feeling of his strong hands resting on her breasts and her fingers laced in his. "When I was in college, I wondered what it would be like if you were my real first."

"Jesus, Isabelle you have to stop. You're killing me," Henry pleaded.

Isabelle laughed. "Did you enjoy your private dance with Sierra?"

Henry's couldn't speak, lost in the feeling of this beautiful nude young woman laying on him, holding his hands against her perfect handful size tits, manipulating them to squeeze and massage them was something out of his most private dreams.

Isabelle reached up to stroke his closely trimmed bearded cheek. "Answer me, Henry," she said, her voice still sweet but took on a firmer tone.

Henry swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Yes. It I did... Isabelle, you're absolutely stunning."

She smiled and turned her head to rub her cheek against his chest. It felt good to see her old professor again. A flood of feelings she had forgotten were rushing back into her and it made Isabelle happy, happier than she'd been in a while. She had him in this room all to herself, and the club policy was if the light was green outside, everything was fine. She knew she'd never get this chance again.

She rolled over on top of him and planted a soft deep kiss on her teacher's lips.

Henry met her kiss without hesitation. When she opened her mouth and invaded his with her tongue, he willingly let her in, then began to probe her mouth with his. Their tongues engaged in a soft wet wrestling match where neither looked to win or lose. Isabelle broke the kiss and slid down to her knees between his legs. Her hands ran up and down the top of his legs and up to his hips, then back down over his engorged cock. His body stiffened a little at her touch, some from surprise, some from the sheer pleasure it brought.

"Isabelle what are you doing?" Henry asked.

"Living out one of my masturbation fantasies," she whispered back.

Isabelle unzipped his fly and fished out his cock with her manicured little hand. His stiffness made it a little difficult to free it, so she had to be careful not to hurt him. When she finally pried his penis lose her eyelids flared open. Her fingers couldn't even meet when she gripped the piece of man meat in hands. He was probably an average seven inches long, but his girth was impressive.

"Oh, my God, Dr. Clayton!" she said. No husky sexy whisper, or sweet girlish sing-song voice. It was a clear exclamation of surprise. "He's a big boy, isn't he?"

Henry smiled and shrugged. "Be nice to him and he could be your friend."

The corner of Isabelle's mouth turned up in a crooked little smile. "You mean like giving him little kisses?" she said and placed a few pecks on the head. Henry stiffened and shuddered. His cock was already sticky with precum, something Isabelle looked at with pride, since she was the cause of it. "And stroke him up and down?" Her hand rose and fell the entire length of his cock. Each time she went to his base, she planted a wet little kiss on his cock head, then stroked up to the top so her thumb could swirl around the now wet top of his penis and tickle the little frenulum on the underside.

Henry jumped a little when she did that and it made her giggle at his reaction. Her eyes locked back on the thick fuck stick in her hand and marveled at it. She dragged her tongue up the entire length of Henry and rubbed her open mouth back down. Even in the low light of the private room she thought it was beautiful. She couldn't wait any longer and gobbled the head into her warm hungry mouth.

"Oh God!" Henry moaned.

Isabelle swirled her tongue around the head of Henry's cock and slowly sucked up to the very tip. She let his cock escape her lips only to once again tease him with her tongue. This time snaking the tip into the tiny hole at the head of her former professor's cock. She was treated to a taste of his precum and wasn't disappointed. Again, she dragged her tongue up the length of his cock, this time on the underside, and stopped at the top to tickle his frenulum again.

"HA!" Henry exhaled so hard he let out a small shout.

"Shhhh," Isabelle shushed him and giggled at the same time.

"Sorry, but that was... unexpected," he said.

"Obviously," she purred. She didn't want to waste any more time teasing him. She sat up on her knees a little higher and dove down onto Henry's cock. She took as much of it in her mouth as she could and let it slip out until only head was still in her mouth. Down she sucked again, getting a little more of his length in her mouth. Her lips stretched around his fat girth, the sensation even more of a surprise. She'd dated guys who were well endowed, but they were mostly length. Henry was a bit of a unicorn to her. She'd never met a man with a thickness like this, and she found herself really enjoying it. Up and down she fucked her teacher's cock with her mouth. She pushed her pigtails out of her face a few times than looked up at Henry. His cock came out of her mouth with a pop.

"Would you mind?" she asked.

"Oh," Henry said. "Sure." Henry took hold of both her pigtails and held them behind her head.

"Thanks," she said and gobbled his cock again with a hungry "OMMM!".

"Oh, Jesus! Easy there, cookie monster."

Isabelle giggle a little with her mouth full. Up and down, up and down, her head bobbed in Henry's lap like the head of a piston. He could hear the saliva swishing in her mouth, and the tightness she was producing felt almost like he was in a virgin pussy.

Isabelle was lost in the rapture of living out one of her masturbation fantasies. She'd rubbed at her clit many a night with the scene of hiding under her professor's desk giving him a blowjob while he was trying to grade essays. And while this wasn't his office or his desk, she was loving every second of making him moan and writhe with just her mouth. His breath was becoming heavier and faster, and he had rested his other hand on the back of her head. She looked up at him and saw his eyes were locked on her sucking his cock. His eyebrows were knitted together in ecstasy as he experienced every sensation, she was giving him jolts of electricity riding up his body from his cock to his head.

Henry kept his eyes on her and she never dropped hers away. She looked so incredibly sexy with his cock disappearing and reappearing from her mouth. He still couldn't believe this was happening. This incredibly gorgeous young woman, a former student of his, naked and willingly on her knees in front of him as she gave him the best oral sex of his life. He didn't understand how he got to this point, what stars lined up just right, what series of events led him to this, and he didn't care. Right now, he was as close as a living man would get to heaven.

He felt a stirring in his balls and knew it wasn't going to be long before he came.

"Oh, God, Isabelle, I'm about to cum," he warned her.

She popped his cock from her mouth. "Promise?" she asked and stroked his sopping wet cock.

Henry inhaled sharply. "Are you ser—" was all he got out as she shoved his cock back in her mouth and started pumping her head up and down even faster. "Oh, shit!"

"Language, professor," she said, then quickly returned to her blowjob.

Up and down, up and down, faster she bobbed her head. Henry could feel his balls tightening up against his body as the explosion began to rumble.

"Oh, Isabelle, I'm... I'm gonna cum. I can't... hold..." Henry tried to hold on as long as her could, he didn't want the sensation of her mouth on his cock to end.

His cock exploded a long rope of cum into Isabelle's waiting mouth and she immediately tightened the seal of her lips around his cock head and stroked his length quickly. Rope after rope jetted into her mouth. She waited till he finished filling her mouth up, then sucked up his head so she didn't spill a drop.

Henry jumped a little when she released him, his head now super sensitive from ejaculating. He laid in the chair completely spent but couldn't take his eyes off the naked body of Isabelle. She straightened up and made a showing of swallowing his cum. His eyes widened when she did this. No woman had ever let him cum in her mouth before.

"Naughty, Dr. Clayton," Isabelle said. "That goes beyond the usual duties of a T.A."

"Oh, I think you definitely earned extra-credit on that one," Henry said.

Isabelle laughed and stood up. Henry, eyes immediately locked on her naked body, especially her shaking tits. She looked down at his cock and her brow furrowed in confusion. "You're still hard?"

"Takes a little time to go down. Especially when I have a woman who looks like you standing in front of me bare ass naked," he said.

Isabelle turned around and stuck her ass out. "Bare ass naked?"

Henry playfully smacked one of her cheeks and she gave a little yelp as she jumped around to face him. "Oooh, naughty, Dr. Clayton." His eyes were still locked on her, admiring the work of art that was her body.

She smiled and stretched her arms over her head. "Want one last feel?" she asked and shook her tits.

"May I?" he asked.

"Uh huh." Isabelle nodded and smiled.

Henry took hold of her hips and pulled her to him. She didn't resist and leaned into him, her body reveling in the warmth of his hands. He slid up her tummy and cupped her breasts. She shuddered a little as he squeezed and kneaded them. His thumb and forefinger took hold of her nipples and pinched them a little. She sucked in a quick breath as the sensation ran through her.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Mmmm hmmm," she nodded and bit her lower lip.

Henry still couldn't wrap his mind around what had just happened between he and his former T.A. This was beyond anything he could have ever wished for.

"Can I ask you something?" Isabelle's question knocked him from his reverie.

"Sure," he said.

"When I come back to school, would you still be in need of a T.A.?" she asked.

"If I'd be getting the same quality as before, you're damn right I would."

Isabelle smiled and looked down. She pushed herself away from him, grabbed her G-string from the floor, and stepped into it. As she picked her clothes up from the floor she looked back at Henry. He'd put his cock back into his pants and was fixing his shirt.

"You still have my number saved in your phone?" he asked.

"Uh huh." She nodded.

"I'm still in the same office, same extension. The position's open if you want it." She knew his offer wasn't fake. That wasn't who he was.

"The position's open. Interesting choice of words, Dr. Clayton," she said.

"Yeah... well...," he searched for the right words. Even in the low light she could see him blushing. "Well, in the meantime. At the risk of making all this sound... umm... well..."

"Don't worry, this was on me," she said as she put her shirt on.

"I... I don't really know how to respond. I don't want to make this sound like it was cheap or..." Henry wanted to stop before he made an even bigger ass of himself.

"Dr. Clayton, it's okay. I enjoyed it, too," Isabelle said. "You're the only guy I've done that with in here. Don't ruin it."

Henry nodded.

Isabelle moved to open the door.

Henry stepped forward, took her in his arms and planted a long, slow, deep kiss on her. Isabelle dropped her clothes and fell into him as she returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around him. Their tongues once again wrestled and fenced each other in a fight that wasn't looking for a winner or a loser. When they broke Henry looked down at her. "It really was good to see you. And I hope I get to see you again, in a different environment."

Isabelle breathed heavily and looked up at him. She wasn't really standing, more allowing him to hold her up. When she felt Henry's arms relax she regained her balance and steadied herself against the closed door. She couldn't suppress the smile on her face as she said, "Yes, Dr. Clayton."