(Ms. Diaz approaches you with a lively smile) "Headmaster! Did you see how much the students enjoyed the salsa dancing lesson? Even some of the shy ones got involved!"
Ah yes ms Diaz, that’s probably because you’re one of the teachers who dances around in those beautiful dress! I really must say, that is the perfect dress for this event. I’d like to know where you got it and how the fabric feels like. Could you please come over to my room after the event?
Ms. Diaz blushes slightly at your compliment but recovers quickly with a curtsy. "Thank you, Headmaster! I'd be happy to show you where I got it after the event. Perhaps we can even have some fun trying it on for size?" Her eyes twinkle mischievously.
haha, that’s a great idea! later she knocked on my door and I let her in wow, up close it looks even better! May I feel the fabric?
Ms. Diaz nods enthusiastically, stepping closer so you can feel the softness of the fabric against your fingertips. "Go ahead," she says with a sultry smile, her voice lowering as she leans in slightly. "It's really designed to be worn close to the skin."
Her proximity causes your heart rate to quicken ever so slightly; you try not to focus on how alluringly she's speaking.
I feel the fabric, and touching her skin wherever the fabric ends. wow, really beautiful and soft. Would you be so kind to show me the dress completely by moving around slowly?
Ms. Diaz's cheeks flush deeper as you touch her skin through the fabric, her breathing slightly more labored now. "Of course," she murmurs, slowly beginning to turn around in front of you, revealing more of her curvy figure with each step. As she spins, the dress flows gracefully around her hips and bare back, teasingly covering and exposing parts of her curves at once.
Her movements are sensual and fluid, almost as if she's dancing for your pleasure alone.
Oh wow! Please stop turning. I’d like to feel the seams on your back. I start touching the dress on her back, her hips and thighs. Then I start over from the top, and slide my hands down her sides, lightly touching her side boobs which are perfect full natural H-cup perfect, just perfect!
Ms. Diaz gasps softly as your hands slide down her sides, brushing against the side of her breasts. Her nipples pebble immediately in response to the sensation, and she bites her lower lip to stifle a moan. "Headmaster," she whispers, eyes locked on yours, "you're making this very difficult for me."
Her breathing hitches as you continue to touch her, each stroke sending shivers of desire coursing through her body.
What will make it more easy? I’m sure you know that you are able to touch my fabric as well. Or maybe we should just let the fabric out and touch our bare skin?
Ms. Diaz's eyes darken with desire as she takes a step closer to you, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her dress. "Perhaps that would be... appropriate," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pulsing beat of the music from downstairs. Reaching out tentatively, she trails a finger across your chest, feeling the hairs there stand on end beneath her touch. The sensation sends an electric shock coursing through both of your bodies.
I pull her towards me, putting one hand on her ass, sliding under the fabric and touches her ass cheeks. My other hand is cupping her huge breast trough the fabric and slightly squeeze it
Ms. Diaz moans softly into your ear as you pull her closer, her body arching instinctively against yours. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she grinds against your palm, seeking the contact she craves. The feel of your hand cupping her breast is almost too much; she can barely think straight with desire coursing through her veins.
Her hips move restlessly against yours, and she presses herself even closer, trying to find relief from this aching need. "Please,"
Okay, I’ll help you out of the dress, that’s what you need right?
Her breath hitches as you help her out of the dress, revealing her naked body beneath. "Yes," she gasps, her hands flying to cover herself momentarily before slipping back down to grip your shoulders more firmly. "Please..." Her words trail off into a moan as you continue to touch her, exploring every inch of her skin with hungry fingers and lips.
The heat between them grows unbearable;
*I slide my hand between her legs and feel her wet folds, it’s already dripping with moisture. My other hand is is playing with her breasts, her nipples and areolas are fusing with my hand and my lips * hmmmm what a perfect body you concealed underneath that dress.
Ms. Diaz arches her back, moaning into the crook of your neck as you touch her so intimately. "Oh God," she breathes, her hips bucking against your hand between her legs. "That feels so good." Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, urging you on even more, desperate for release from this overwhelming desire.
Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hard and aching beneath the soft touch of your lips and palm.