Greyish milky thighs, also with a tease of blue. My mouth watered.My tongue wanted out for a taste of that flesh. Her flesh.Further up, my exploring e...es traveled. To a form fitting mini-skirt of dark browns, greens, and blues. That was clearly framing a bulge I just knew was as hard as mine, and a softness, wet and warm, that I could sense in my being from the bottom of the stairs. Her scent could find me a mile away or in the deepest of sleep and dream.A slight shift of her hips, and a push. He felt my insides squeezing and releasing him over and over. He brushed the hair away from my ear, “Your cunt is so fucking tight.” He jerked my hands to him causing my breasts to bounce. “Tell me you will do anything for my cock, that you only want this cock. I know you do, you’re too fucking easy.” He slapped my tits before pulling my head back to look him in the eyes. He ran his tongue over my lips, “fucking say it.” Just then I realized that I was in the bathroom. That I had put down my. If she failed the test today, she might not be able to remain on the swimming team next month. But at the moment, all those thoughts seemed so insignificant, where once she thought of her future being all good and nice and kind, filled with wonder and enjoyment,, she faced it now, thought of it with just the right about of dread and loathing. Oh god, when were they going to leave her alone. She spotted a few students snickering with Mr. B out of the corner of her eye and she immediately thought. He stuttered and apologised. I just batted my eyelashes and giggled as I told him not to worry. Over those next few minutes we exchanged seductive glances. I assumed he had just come from the gym as he was wearing jogging bottoms and a T-shirt that fitted snugly over his tight, toned, rugby player like physique. That look always turned me on, that dark, muscley, rugged yet sexy look. I could not help but let my imagination run away with me, what he could do to me, what I would do to him. That.