She had to finish off a report that night so we met up the following evening at the Latin quarter where we did some Bachata dancing - an even more sen...ual version of salsa. You might as well just call it dirty dancing! She had a body to die for. 36-C, perhaps D? A tight laced bra held her upper assets well in place and the semi open demin shirt exposed just enough to brighten anyone's days. A perfectly matched pendant hanging and directing attention to where it should, black khaki style hot. She was from New Jersey, had the accent, and cussed in such away it made me want her more. After class one day, she said " Lets get the fuck out of here , this fucking class needs to be taught by someone who knows what the fuck they are talking about." Come on ", she commanded and grabbed me by the wrist. We sat down at a table to study, she was extremely assertive, she knew what i wanted and begin rubbing her foot up and down my leg. She spoke as if nothing was going on, and asked if i had. She then went and picked up her rental car, and drove to the spot she knew Mike would be eating lunch. He ate lunch at the same place every Tuesday, and that’s where she hoped they would see each other face to face for the first time. As she pulled up to the restaurant, she looked at the parking lot searching for Mike’s truck. Lo and behold…there it is. As she got out of her car, she tried to calm her trembling hands and strengthen her jelly legs. Sara walks into the restaurant, she scans the. Then she said “When a young man has no other means of release it is completely natural to take things in hand himself. I’m sorry I interrupted you. By the way, what were you thinking about whilst you were masturbating? Was it me?” I nodded agreement and she then asked “Were you excited when you saw my legs?” I knew that I could not get away with lying as my erection had been almost bursting out of my trousers. In fact, I was getting hard again by this turn in the conversation. I agreed that I.