“You did really well today, Evan,” Clark said to his student, gathering the picture cards from the small, round table.
“Ok”, said Evan and looked at the ceiling.
“For our next 1-on-1 session, we’ll talk about animal needs. I want you to think of 3 animals and what they do to take care of themselves in nature, ok?”
“Ok”, Evan said while he kept looking at the ceiling. Evan was wearing a T-shirt with a large Moose in the woods. Given the warmer weather today, Clark decided to go with a T-shirt with a silly quote on it, a pair of simple shorts and sneakers.
“Come on, let's go. Did you think about what you might want to do in today's free class?” Clark asked as he stood and picked up his suitcase.
“Dance”, Evan said immediately, looking at the clock on the wall.
“Heh… again??” Clark asked with a nervous chuckle as they exited the small class.
“Yes”, Evan said immediately, leaving no room for doubt.
“Ehm! Ok, heh... let's see what will win today's vote, then”, Clark said, praying secretly they'll choose a movie or something… safer.
As they wandered the hallways together, Clark recalled the past week and how confusing it was.
He had several opportunities to talk to Lina, whether in group-sessions or lunch that they had a few more times together when the schedule allowed it. And he couldn't help admitting this was the most fun week he's had in… maybe ever. Conversations with Lina were flowing so naturally. They could literally speak about any topic and find a way to make it funny or interesting.
Texting also continued several times throughout the day, as well as the nights. Clark tried to keep it as professional as he could, but it naturally slid into more fun conversations where they'd joke about their day and share funny memes with each other.
Every time Lina texted him something - Clark felt those butterflies in his stomach. Every time she laughed at one of his jokes he'd fill with pride and joy. Every time she touched him - he'd relish the softness of her hands, the closeness of her body to him, the massive volume of those breasts of hers.
Clark and his student turned the corner. At the end of this hallway was their classroom.
Clark never initiated a touch with Lina. He just… didn't object to hers. He was careful not to write or say something with a sexual innuendo, and instead just enjoyed the conversations they had. He figured that by taking a more passive approach he was still in the “Green Zone” of fidelity. Maybe the “Yellow zone” sometimes, but definitely not the “Red Zone”. Most importantly - they didn't kiss. That was his strongest guide.
He felt like he'd actually cracked the system by walking that thin line. He enjoyed Lina's energy, femininity, softness, warmth and light touch, but still stayed faithful. His emotional tanks had been completely depleted, and Lina just filled them a bit. That's it. It was harmless fun. Win-win.
Clark saw the doorway to the classroom and his heart palpitated stronger. A group of 6th graders wearing shirts with holes, shorts and flip-flops passed by them. ‘Boy, they're really pushing Casual-Friday to the limit’. Clark thought.
His neck was actually feeling better today and Clark noticed he didn't crack it all day. He has been sleeping in his own bed again for several nights now. And Marla was… oddly nice.
This week, Marla has been acting like nothing had happened. Like they didn't have a near-deal-breaker fight the week earlier. She didn't get mad at him, even when he forgot to take out the trash the other night. She didn't lash out at him for daydreaming while she was telling him a story about her client.
She even kissed him! Clark thought he was hallucinating when 2 days ago he was doing the dishes and suddenly felt a set of hands slide against his torso from the side. He'd turned his head in utter shock, a plate and a cleaning sponge in either hand. Then Marla smiled at him and said “thanks for doing the dishes, babe”, followed by her raising on her tip toes and planting a little kiss on his lips. She walked off back to the living room and Clark stayed there, shocked, while the water kept running.
Clark has been in a… fragile place in that regard. He wanted so badly to believe Marla was building her way up to finally sleeping with him again. His right hand has become a very sad replacement for sex for too long.
Evan and Clark reached the classroom. Clark opened the door and froze in place.
“Oh good! You’re here! I’m so excited for today’s free class!” Lina exclaimed ecstatically from the middle of the classroom.
Clark blinked. ‘Ok, forget “Red Zone”. This is “Black Zone”.’
For a moment, he almost didn’t recognize Lina. Standing there, smiling at him wholeheartedly, Clark couldn’t think of better words to describe Lina other than ‘goddess of beauty’.
Clark had always linked a woman’s hair to her femininity. Today, Lina’s usual, absurdly thick braid, which he’d grown used to, was gone, and replaced by an avalanche of beautiful hazel hair, cascading down her back and shoulders in endless, soft waves. It looked so healthy , vibrant and strong, like she'd just come out of the most luxurious hair salon.
But more than anything, there was just so much of it. A layer of long, beautiful waves of hair fell upon another layer, followed by another, and another, and another and another and another with no end. The volume was unreal, overflowing around her head and upper body, rising high above her crown and spilling well past her shoulders. It was like a lion’s mane, only larger, feminine and alluring. Lina's hair would make professional hair models seem like they suffered from alopecia in comparison!
In the middle of all that hair was Lina's face. Lina's devastatingly beautiful face! Her makeup was done a bit heavier than usual, further highlighting her already smooth skin, high cheekbones, full, succulent lips and warm, large, brown hypnotizing eyes. She was so gorgeous Clark actually gasped out loud. Then he looked further down and felt his dick stiffening up immediately…
Lina wore a black tank top that clung tightly to every curve of her body, revealing a figure Clark hadn’t fully understood until this very moment. Her waist was incredibly small and toned, skinnier than he'd thought. He always assumed Lina was on the slimmer side, but not by much, due to her wide hips. Yet, he's obviously miscalculated. By a lot! Defying all logic and reason - Lina's tight tanktop revealed a waist so slender, it was probably no more than 22 inches around! It would make runway models with MUCH narrower hips green with envy.
However, that waist was completely lost beneath the sheer immensity of her humongous boobs. The majority of her breasts were held firmly in place underneath her top. Yet, in contrast to the usual hint of a cleavage Clark had seen so far, now a deep line of about 6 inches of cleavage showed between them.
Clark had the dizzying realization that this cleavage was only a small fraction of what was actually there. Her boobs reached all the way to the top of her jeans, while still projecting over a foot and a half forward! They looked incredibly full. Moreover, it was now obvious just how tightly contained her boobs were, and how, if given the opportunity, they'd reach even further than this!!!
Because Lina was slightly turned to the side, Clark saw a “glimpse” of her thick, white bra via the gap under her armpit. That “glimpse” through that tanktop window, by itself, contained enough breast mass to cause most girls to consider a breast reduction. And yet it amounted to probably 10% of her total size! Maybe even less!! No matter how he looked at it - Lina’s bosom was ridiculously gigantic!!!
Lina started walking towards Clark and Evan in slow, deliberate gyrating motions. She was smiling excitedly at Clark, her whole ultra-feminine self was refined into the sexiest creature Clark has ever laid eyes on. He gulped, trying so hard to make sure his knees didn't buckle.
‘Shit!’ Clark thought as he felt his dick tenting his shorts. Fast. This was bad. Really bad. How was he gonna get through class with Lina looking like his most erotic, debilitatingly sexy wet dream?? He tried as quickly and inconspicuously as he could to conceal and adjust his crotch area.
Clark's gaze trailed further down, unable to stop enjoying this visual, sexual feast to the fullest. In stark contrast to her very slender waist - those jeans Lina was wearing were a hair away from exploding to tatters. Her figure just didn’t make sense, anatomically. And yet it somehow did.
Those jeans hugged her juicy, wide hips and thighs. Her ass was sashaying in a sideways “8-figure” motion towards Clark, round, heavy, and perfectly shaped, daring him to look away for even a second! In fact, Clark now saw that while the jeans stretched beyond any reasonable measure around her ass, and despite the fact the upper hemline tapered inwards towards her waist, there was still a large gap of several inches of air between her jeans’ hemline and Lina’s super skinny waist.
Further downwards, the fullness tapered quickly into long, slender, sexy legs, made even longer by the 4 inch heels she wore.
If tested against school policy - Clark assumed Lina might still somehow be able to pass. Barely, and only because this was Friday. She was technically decent, mostly covered, though everything was relative in life. The fact that only about 10% of her bust was visible - didn't mean that there wasn't a lot of boob flesh still on display, objectively speaking.
But Lina was just too sexy to be contained. Too much. Too hot. Too busty. Too beautiful. Too alluring. Everything about her oozed sensuality of the highest degree. The heels lifted her already world class ass to project and bulge that much more. Her clothes clung to a body that was never meant to leave the bed. Lina just looked like she was simply designed to have sex and never stop. Ever.
Clark was at a loss of words. Until now, he realized, he’d only been seeing a toned-down version of Lina, and even that version had already felt uncannily sexy. Yet, today - she’s somehow outdone her usual self and transcended to a new realm of true sexuality and femininity. Yet she still was technically contained and mostly covered!
Clark couldn't stop looking at various parts of Lina's body. No matter where his eyes wandered - he was dumbfounded by how outrageously sexy and beautiful she was. He'd been deprived of sex, intimacy and femininity for so long, that now he felt like a starving man entering an open buffet.
By the time Lina reached Clark - his cock was fully hard and throbbing, hidden sideways in his shorts as best he could. There was still quite a bulge going sideways but hopefully it wasn't noticeable enough.
“Everyone is ready and anxious to start”, Lina said quietly but giddily, now standing very close to Clark. She leaned a bit downwards. “Evan, why don't you join your friends in the circle and we'll be with you guys in a minute?” she said with a soft smile.
“Ok”, said Evan without looking at her and walked inside.
Clark admired her in action. ‘God, she’s even more breathtaking up close…’, he thought incredulously. Looking behind her, he only now registered the other students sitting patiently and quietly in a half circle. How did he miss them??
Lina rose back up and took a half step forward towards Clark. He gulped. Jesus Christ, she was an inch away from bumping her boobs into his chest. And she kept swaying left and right subconsciously while she was talking to him. And FUCK… that cleavage was making itself impossible to ignore. Especially from Clark's higher vantage point…
“I had already prepared them for the vote”, she said quietly and smiled mischievously at Clark. She started repeatedly caressing a group of hairs that would've been enough for a full set of hair on someone else, yet for her was a mere fraction of her entire mane.
“Oh…”, Clark’s brows raised in pleasant surprise. “You… already had the opening session?”
“Jyes. I’ve been watching you all week and I was a little nervous to do it alone but I also really wanted to try by myself this time. I hope is ok”, she said hesitantly and jittered, sending little ripples through her deep cleavage. Clark, however, was elated.
“Yeah, that’s… yes, of course! That’s wonderful! I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to fly solo. The kids are obviously ready for the class. You did a great job, Lina. I'm so proud of you! I’m so glad I can trust you”, he said with an encouraging smile.
Lina blushed through her make-up like a tomato and intensified her hair play, pulling hairs behind her ears and adding even more volume to it with her spread out fingers.
“Thank you, Clark. That means a lot to me”, Lina said with a shy smile. It was obvious she was desperate for Clark’s approval, and was mortified at the thought of potentially letting him down. So now she couldn’t help feeling a deep sense of pride, as well as… something heating up within her.
Clark's dick, hopefully hidden, lodged sideways in his shorts, was really throbbing hard in his shorts upon seeing Lina's bashful smile and the way she kept adjusting herself. It's like she kept trying to make herself as presentable for him as possible. While the majority of her chest was packed like a tight, single unit, the (not so little) bit of cleavage popping from her neckline was jiggling madly with her every move.
Lina's gaze lowered and her eyes opened in wonder. “Hey, what's this?” She asked while pointing at the writing on his shirt.
“Oh, that? It's nothing, just some silly dad-joke I like”, Clark said with a shy smile, blushing.
Lina was all the more interested now. She touched her index finger against his shirt where the quote began. Clark shivered pleasantly and his heart jumped. Feeling her finger press into his chest like that was so nice. It felt extremely intimate for some reason. Like this was an “allowed” touch, but just barely.
Lina slowly read the quote out loud while her finger slid across Clark's chest:
“I… KEEP… ALL… MY… DAD… JOKES… IN… A… DAD-A-BASE…?”
Clark shivered as he felt Lina's finger caressing and her nail scratching softly against his chest. When she finished reading, Lina's finger still stayed secured against the last ‘E’ while she looked up at Clark.
“Dad-a-base? What does it mean?” She had a confused smile.
Clark wanted to be empathetic to the fact this wasn't her first language and word plays are more difficult to understand for non-native speakers. However, all he could focus on right now was the fact that Lina was still touching him and standing so close to him. How good she smelled so up close. How massive was all that hair. How she had to stretch her arm so far just to reach his chest because her boobs were taking up so much space.
His dick was… fuck… his dick was on fire! It was so fucking hard. Fuck, he wanted to just reach out and make out with her on the spot.
“Uh… just… um”, he babbled. Lina's confusion grew as her eyebrows scrunched cutely, but her finger never left his chest. “Uh… dad-a-base? It's like the word database, where you have data stored in folders and stuff? But also dad-a-base? ‘Cause it's a dad-joke?” Clark wasn't fond of explaining jokes but really didn't mind making an exception for Lina, and he couldn't leave Lina hanging like that.
Lina thought about it for a second before her confused look turned into a whole hearted laughter. Only then did her finger leave his chest and her hands clapped once. “Aye I get it now! It's because it's a…” and she couldn't finish her sentence because she was laughing too hard. Her upper boobs jiggled madly again and again along with her laughing, putting Clark in a deep trance looking at them.
Even her laughter was feminine and sexy. Especially her laughter, in fact. A moment later, Lina put her palm onto Clark's chest for support while she kept laughing. This time she got close enough to smother most of his torso with a small portion of her boobs.
Clark was breathing hard. Fuck… he was so so so fucking horny right now. Lina not only touched him so closely and bumped her GIGANTIC bosom against his chest again and again - she was also laughing at his joke. Hysterically. Not really his joke but still. He couldn't help feeling his ego being stroked and a stupid smile spread on his face.
It took Lina about 10 seconds to calm down enough from her long feat. She wiped tears from her eyes from laughing so hard. Finally, she pulled back enough to release Clark of her blissful boob-smother.
“So I guess that means you liked it?” Clark asked rhetorically with a chuckle.
“Jyes, jyes. It was really fonny. I love these… dad jokes”, she said.
“Well, as I said, I have a lot more of them in my dad-a-base to tell you if you want”, Clark couldn't help himself. Lina laughed again.
“Aye sí in your dad-a-base!” She mock-slapped his chest again, very softly and sensually as he cracked her up again. “I would love to hear more of your dad jokes”, she said with the warmest smile Clark's ever gotten in his life. She looked at him… differently. Like she saw him in a new light now. Like she appreciated him on another level now.
Jolts. Endless jolts of arousal passed through Clark's body, straight to his iron-hard dick, which vibrated angrily in his shorts.
“Ehm! Uh… ok, shall we…” Clark asked while scratching the stubble on his neck nervously.
“Jyes, jyes we should start the class, I know” Lina smiled wider, gave Clark a little wink and then turned to walk towards their students. Clark’s heart dropped. As small as that wink was - the impact it had on him was huge. His heart was pumping blood into his nether region and he felt his mouth go dry.
Clark could swear Lina was swaying her hips even more than usual. He stood, hypnotized, feeling a glob of precum shooting out of his dick. God, she looked even more sensual from behind. He could now see just how slim her waist really was. How much her breasts protruded sideways even beyond her slender arms! How truly huge and perfect her ass was. How he wanted to grab those fucking juicy ass cheeks and just fuckin' plow that…
Clark felt his eyes fluttering momentarily. His cock was desperate for touch, being pumped more blood into its veins and spewing globs of precum every few seconds.
“Mr. Kessler?”
Clark opened his eyes.
“Huh?” he asked with panic in his voice.
Clark saw that Lina had already been sitting in front of their students. Her huge, round ass bulged ridiculously beyond either side of her truly-normally proportioned chair. She was looking at him with a knowing smile. She shimmied her hair in the most alluring way possible before looking at him with hunger in her eyes.
“Are you coming?” She said huskily and looked him dead in the eyes. Clark gulped again.
“Yes… yes, of course!” He said and clumsily walked towards the chair next to Lina.
Lina kept looking at him with that same knowing smile as he was walking. Fuck… she was biting the side of her lower lip. Like she needed… something. A shiver ran down Clark's spine.
*
“Ok students. So what do we choose for today?” Asked Clark, his forehead crunched in worry. “Who wants us to watch a movie?” He asked, trying to sound both neutral and enthusiastic simultaneously.
No one raised his hand. Those who were looking at him had a devious smile.
“No one?” He tried again at a higher pitch, but it was useless. Clark looked worriedly at Lina who was sitting next to him. She just smiled quietly and shrugged her shoulders innocently.
“O… ok. Uh… anybody wants classroom soccer? Ha? What do you guys say?” He asked desperately. Again, they all kept staring at him silently. Clark sensed in his peripheral vision a slight shaking from Lina's head, but looking at her again he found that same shrug.
“Ehm… ok so, no soccer. No movie. What else do we…”
“Dancing”, Lina completed helpfully with a mischievous smile. Clark felt a drop of sweat forming on his forehead.
“Yes. Thank you, Ms. Rivera. I almost forgot”, he looked meaningfully into her eyes, his lips clenched in mock-rage. “Who… who wants danc...”
Before he managed to finish his sentence, all hands were raised. Those who couldn't raise their hands signaled their vote in other ways.
Clark gulped and looked back at Lina. She was smiling victoriously from ear to ear.
“Did you…” he mumbled quietly.
“I didn't do anything. I only explained what their options were”, Lina said and looked back at the students. ‘Did she just wink at them?!’
Clark was extremely suspicious but he had no way of verifying anything. Defeated, he said: “Ok… looks like *sigh* dancing it is.”
“Yayyyyy!!!!” Lina and the children cheered. Clark massaged his temples nervously.
“Is everyone ready?” Lina asked excitedly. The floor was cleared of furniture, the students were spread out at a safe distance from each other, while Clark and Lina were standing near the far wall. Lina looked at the children, then looked up at Clark with the most playful smile she had, then hit play on her phone.
Upbeat Salsa music emanated from the speaker and all the students started dancing and frolicking around. Lina smiled widely at Clark as her body automatically started catching the beat and moving accordingly. She was genuinely excited. Seeing their students dancing and having fun like that filled her heart with joy.
Lina looked back at the students and without a second thought - joined them. She looked like a fish in the water, moving between the children with the beat of the music, gyrating her juicy, voluptuous hips in circular motions, twisting and turning around back and forth while moving her arms in perfect sync with the rest of her body. Lina looked like she was dancing with an invisible, skilled partner. Her movements actually made sense.
And those preposterously gigantic boobs of hers occupied so much space around her. She almost knocked the head off of several children. Yet despite their extraordinary size - Lina still danced with an elegance of a professional Salsa dancer. Coming to think of it, maybe she was a professional dancer?
Clark stood while leaning back against the desk, his hands gripping it passively. He nodded his head uncomfortably to the beat of the music and tried to look like he was in control of the situation. Like he just chose to relax, and definitely not because he didn't know how to dance. He was really nervous. He always hated those parties and only did them for the kids.
It also didn't help Clark that Lina was dancing a few feet away from him. She didn't dance in a sexual way. At least she didn’t intend to. But that didn't matter. Every movement she made screamed of sex. Her body was just too sensual to be contained, no matter what she wore or what she did. Those fuckin' luscious hips, that juicy ass, that tight waist, those long, slender legs, those fucking MEGA boobs!!! Each of those body parts separately called out to Clark, and together they were like a whole choir chanting his name teasingly. Daring him to grab them, tantalizing him with Lina’s skilled movements.
Suddenly, Clark lifted his gaze and realized Lina had been watching him - watching her! She smiled at him knowingly. Shit! His face became very red and he averted his eyes to the other kids, trying to seem like the responsible adult in the room.
“Oye!” Lina called out to him in a very Colombian way. Clark looked back at her like a deer caught in headlights. “Come, Mr. Kessler, join us”, she reached out her arm at him, never missing a beat with her sexy legs. She smiled shyly at Clark and gave him a little wink. Clark’s heart dropped again.
“Heh, that’s… that's ok… you guys have fun”, Clark called back weakly. But that only seemed to entice Lina even further. She slowly gyrated her way to him, never missing a beat with her circular bodily motions. The closer she got, the bigger Clark’s eyes opened. ‘Oh god, she’s heading my way! She’s so perfect, oh my god! Fuck, those boobs!’
To say Clark was nervous would be a massive understatement. He’s always been the guy who took his family somewhere so they can have fun, while he sat around and watched them from afar. In earlier years, when he was being dragged to a club by his buddies - he’d search for a faraway couch so he could read E-mails and watch videos on his phone to pass the time.
“Awwwwww, come on”, Lina pouted as she reached him. “Please, Clark. It’ll be fun.”
Clark had a really hard time refusing Lina's request. Her sexual energy could light a small city. He felt like a little leaf trying to stop a hurricane. Plus, her tits were so close to him. His dick was THROBBING like crazy in his shorts, spewing more and more precum and leaving Clark weak in the knees.
“Heh… I don’t know… I’m really not used to… uh… to… I… um… well…”
The reason Clark couldn’t speak coherently was because Lina kept shimming her chest from side to side right in front of him. Each boulder of a boob shimmied into his personal space alternately.
“Used to what…? Lina asked, and suddenly stopped and leaned forward, her face about a foot away from his. “Having fun?” she whispered in a lower, husky voice.
Clark shivered and his eyes fluttered upwards for a moment. He didn’t dare to move. And for a good reason.
Now that Lina has leaned forward, her breasts pressed against his lower torso, abdomen and crotch! Not aggressively, but just enough for him to feel their considerable weight. It didn’t seem like Lina realized what was happening, because she didn’t move and instead just let her titanic boobs stay and smother Clark’s body softly.
Clark didn’t have an answer to that question. Certainly not now in his current predicament. Lina just stayed like that, close to him, waiting for him to speak, while her boobs were lodged against the front of his body.
“I meant… ehm… I mean, uh… well… I just… I guess… I don’t really know how to dance…” Clark said, red faced. Lina’s eyebrows raised and her smile widened.
“Awwww… I understand. Is ok. Don’ worry, Clark. I teach you. Is really simple”, Lina said, nodding encouragingly at him from less than a foot away. God, her persuasion skills were off the charts.
“I hehe… no no, really, it’s ok. Thanks, Lina, I appreciate it but I…” Clark started saying and immediately shut up. A soft hand ever so gently held onto his own left hand and guided it away from the desk. Her own left hand pressed softly against his chest, letting him feel its warmth.
Lina looked deeply into his eyes, less than a foot apart from him. She bit her lower lip needingly, and Clark could feel her chest rising and falling heavily against his abdomen, again and again. It was a look filled with playfulness, need and… ‘fuck’... and lust. Clark was helplessly entranced by Lina’s magic stare. He felt so many emotions passing through him, confusing him. Exciting him. She was so close to him. So beautiful. So needy of him. He never wanted to stop looking at her. And he somehow felt her - feeling the same way. This was a girl just bursting with emotions. Everything about Lina was amplified by a factor of 100. Her smiles, her gestures, her beauty, her body, and her emotions. Her emotions about everything were just… more than other people. She got excited whole-heartedly. She cared completely. She laughed at his jokes without restraint. And she looked at him with a bubbling sea of emotional-magma, just dying to burst from the volcano that was her body.
After a long, tense moment - Lina finally backed up enough to release Clark from her boob-prison. She let go of his chest and turned around, still holding his hand. Clark breathed out, realizing he’s been holding his breath in, and felt his body following Lina into the dance floor.
This was unreal. The most beautiful, sensual, sexy girl he’s ever seen has just invited him, working her charm, to persuade him to dance with her! And now he was being led behind her so they could dance together. He had the most amazing view of her backside he’s ever seen.
Thankfully, the kids around them seemed completely oblivious to them and just enjoyed their own thing.
Lina made their way between the crowd of students into the center of the dance floor, then stopped and turned around. Clark also stopped. The embarrassment he felt mixed with an unknown level of excitement. He was now standing face to face, no more than 2 feet apart, in front of the most gorgeous girl he's ever seen. Lina looked up at Clark with a determined smile.
“Ok, so - now I'm gonna teach you a ‘Closed Hold’”, Lina said. “There are many types of holds but I think it will just be easiest to learn”. ‘Did she just look to the side when she said that?’ Clark sensed something. He shivered from a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, but nodded back. Their gazes locked.
“Um… yeah, heh. Ok, teacher - what do I do?” he asked her nervously. Lina became more serious and assumed a trainer position.
“Ok - take my right hand in your left hand like this”, she said, and softly clamped Clark's hand onto her own.
‘Mmmmmm…’ Clark moaned as quietly as he could upon feeling Lina holding his hand, softly but firmly.
“Good, and now you put your right hand on my waist down here”, she said and gestured to the side of her waist.
‘Is… is she serious??’ Clark thought, terrified. Not only was this extremely intimate, but it would also mean that… given Lina's special anatomy, he'd have to… to touch, or… well, to push his own torso against her boobs!!! There was not enough room to reach her waist otherwise.
“Uh… I don't…” he stammered.
“Is ok, don't worry. This is normal. Is how the dance goes”, Lina said with a calming smile.
Clark gulped again. He tried to sort of stretch both arms around her bust, while also backing away with his torso, so he could encircle all of her without touching her boobage. Still, it was no go. As tall as Clark was, Lina's bust was so vast he could barely touch the tips of his fingers onto the side of her waist. Due to his position, her face was practically a couple of inches away from his own.
Lina laughed at his adorable attempt to be a gentleman. “Aye, Clark, you're so fonny. You can't dance like this. You have to get a lot closer”, she said.
“A lot c…whoa!” Clark said
Lina gently pulled onto his right hand and made it reach not only the side of her waist, but actually behind it, almost to the small of her back.
Being in this position left only one option on the table - her breasts smothered heavily against Clark's entire torso. From lower chest to crotch!!! In return, Lina placed her left hand onto Clark's right shoulder. And then she pulled him into her. She pulled, because otherwise, the natural pressure of her immense bust, already contained in her thick bra, would be too great to allow them to keep that close position naturally. They had to apply constant, significant force inwardly to stay that close to each other.
Clark had no other choice but to do the same and pull her waist to his own body as well, though he did so less forcefully. Just touching her slender, super-feminine, tight waist like that felt like touching the forbidden fruit. It was so delicate yet so toned at the same time. Not only that, but his right hand actually lifted a bit from the bottom due to the insane taper of Lina’s slim waist towards her giant, luscious, juicy ass.
And on top of that - he was smothered by so much boobage! It felt both soft but also extremely resistant, like it was very difficult to make a dent in it. And yet Lina made sure there was a considerable dent all against Clark's torso. How can someone have such exaggerated feminine curves???
As Clark adjusted his position and followed Lina's tactile, wordless instructions, he inevitably looked down. ‘Fuck. Fucking hell, Jesus Christ. Jesus fuckin' Christ!!!’ Lina's cleavage burst upwards right into Clark's shocked eyes, showing at least an F-cup’s worth of bare flesh! Clark's and Lina's tight hold onto each other pushed her breasts almost as high as Lina's chin! But the craziest part was - Clark now not only knew, but felt that this amount of bare boobage was but a drop in the bucket compared to her total size!
Due to her immense size and Clark's height, he actually felt the lower slopes of Lina's chest pushing against his crotch! His cock was lightly smothered further against the side of his hips. Needless to say, Clark's cock was as hard as a rock! He prayed Lina didn't feel the hard tube that was throbbing against her left boob.
He could barely stifle a moan. It felt so goooooooood as that monstrous boob softly massaged his dick like that. And Clark had been so deprived of female contact, that he was afraid he might lose it then and there.
Clark finally looked up, only to find Lina's face, 6 inches from his own, smiling charmingly up at him like an angel from heaven. The fact that despite her heels - she still had to slightly crane her neck upwards to meet his eyes only added to the fire he’d already felt burning within him.
Lina was just so gorgeously beautiful that Clark lost his voice altogether. He almost felt like he didn’t deserve to be in the same presence as such an angel. Lina’s cheeks burned as well now upon their gazes locking. There was palpable tension in those 6 inches of air between their faces, and there was nowhere to escape. Finally, Lina broke the silence with a very soft, shiver-inducing whisper:
“Jyes, very good how you grab my hand and my waist, Clark. This is exactly the pressure I want to feel from you”, she purred quietly, the music fading into the background. Clark trembled at her ultra-sexy, husky voice.
“L… like this?”, he barely managed to ask quietly.
“Exactly like this, Clark. The way you hold me makes me feel very safe and relaxed”, she said softly while looking meaningfully into his eyes. It was like her usual ultra-energetic tone of voice had now changed its settings into a much quieter, huskier, slower but more powerful tone. Very similar to those ASMR voices.
“Uh… heh… that's… that's good, I guess”, he said nervously.
“Is very good, Clark”, she emphasized with the most meaningful look, then kept speaking in her ASMR voice. “Now, this is the ‘Closed Hold’. From here, step forward with your left foot while I go back with my right foot. Then lift up your right heel. Do it slowly at first.”
Clark took slow, deep breaths, trying not to faint. He became less and less sure he’ll be able to hold off his cum. Lina pulled herself back a step slowly, and Clark felt his body move synchronously forward with her. Without having to think, his right heel naturally lifted in the air. The pressure of her boobs stayed strong between their bodies all the while.
“Excellent. Now take your left foot back, then take your right foot backwards”, she kept guiding him with the softest whispers ever. It was like a secret only Clark and her heard.
Clark did as instructed and pulled back first his left foot, then the right foot. Lina instinctively followed his lead and took a step forward with her left foot to match his right foot, making sure to keep pushing her breasts heavily into his chest. Her own right heel rose elegantly in the air.
“Like this?” Clark asked hesitantly.
“Exactly like this. You’re a natural, Mr. Kessler”, she whispered shyly.
“Heh… thanks, Ms. Rivera”, Clark chuckled and shivered. Something about her calling him by his formal name, when it was just the two of them hearing it - felt extremely playful and intimate.
“And now forward again like before”, Lina kept instructing.
Clark blushed like a tomato but didn’t lose his rhythm. He stepped his right foot then his left foot forward.
Lina quieted down and allowed themselves to be immersed in the rhythm. With each iteration, Clark felt his confidence growing and controlled the dance better and better, allowing himself to gradually increase the pace until it matched the beat of the music. Time just flew by, many minutes on end, without Clark noticing. This was the most basic move there was to Salsa, but Lina didn’t care one bit. She would gladly keep going like that for days if it meant they kept holding each other like that.
“Clark, you are so talented!” Lina praised him wholeheartedly. “You lead me so well. This is exactly what the man in Salsa should do, lead the girl gently but confidently. And so quickly, I’m so proud of you!”
Clark almost came. It was almost too much for him to bear. This was one of the most intimate things he’s done in his life. Oh how he longed to hear those words for so long, that someone was proud of him. That he’s given a free pass to lead as he sees fit and not having to fight over every goddamn decision he makes. He just always wished and assumed it should've been Marla who said that. Yet it was Lina who provided this wonderful feeling.
The peace he felt with Lina… the simplicity of their dance and yet the tremendous intimacy they shared… and her perfect, flawless, beautiful, feminine, angelic facial features, 6 inches away from his face… it was all just overwhelming any sense of potential shame or regret he might have felt.
Clark was currently floating on a cloud, unable and unwilling to think of anything else but this very moment. He wanted it to last forever. The only thing stopping him right now from kissing Lina was the physical barrier of her tits, which had already been squished to their absolute maximum limit and prevented their faces from getting any closer.
“What do you think? Not so terrible, right?” Lina asked sheepishly as they kept going back and forth.
“Heh… I… I guess not. It’s… actually kinda fun. Really fun”, he said and almost came in his pants. Fuck he was so so so so so fucking goddamn HORNYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
“Are you ready for your first Salsa move?” Lina asked with a mischievous smile.
“I… I guess…”, he said nervously.
“Good. When we reach the middle again, let go of my hand and walk backwards instead of forwards”, she said.
“O… OK”, Clark said decisively, determined not to screw up this move.
Upon reaching the middle, their hands separated and each of them took a step back in a half circle, so that their bodies now stood next to each other, facing the same direction. They were only connected by Clark’s hand on Lina’s waist and her hand on his shoulder.
Then, they came back to the same Closed Hold position as before. Well, more like - came crashing back to that position. Clark actually felt the air leave his lungs at the massive impact of Lina’s breasts into his torso. Fuck, having Lina’s boobs bombard into him felt blissful. How can she be so fucking HUGE???
“Jyeeeeeees!!!!! Very good! See, I told you you’re a natural, Clark!” Lina smiled endlessly at him, now again so very close to his face.
“Tttthanks…”, he blushed profusely. Lina squinted her whole face at seeing how cute he was, blushing but still trying to do his best. She found him to be so adorable. So sweet. So… sigh... So hot!!!
“Again”, she said, and Clark felt more butterflies. He didn't believe he'd get to have Lina's giant boobs crash into him again. He gulped and nodded weakly. Lina smiled confidently back at him, beaming with pride.
Upon completing another back and forth, they separated their hands, before again crashing back together.
“Uffffffff!!!” Clark inevitably exhaled as many many dozens of pounds of boobage came crashing right into his stomach. Lina's face ended up even closer to his own than before.
Clark's cock was as hard as steel. Her left boob found its way to smother it again in its enormity.
Clark felt like he was getting the hang of it, and decided to be more proactive. Upon completing another round, he initiated a hands separation. It was welcomed with a pleasantly surprised look from Lina, who was delighted to find Clark catching his own rhythm naturally. A moment later - another blissful crash came back to smother him.
Clark tried it again and again, and Lina happily followed his lead. She really didn't mind repeating this same exercise. She had so much fun bumping hard into Clark, and she made sure to utilize their seconds where they were holding each other to push her tits as hard as she could into Clark's body. Each iteration her face ended up closer and closer to his own.
Then they separated and clashed one last time, before they suddenly stopped moving. They just stayed hugged tightly together, their faces 2 inches away from each other. The pressure of Lina's tits onto Clark's body was insane!
Clark smiled shyly back at her. Lina looked at his eyes, then down at his lips, then back at his eyes. Then she blushed even redder than Clark did. Clark looked at her, mesmerized. Lina bit her lower lip and scrunched up her eyebrows. She needed… him. Clark used every ounce of inner strength he had not to pull her further into him and kiss her. His cock was on fucking FIRE!!!!! It was buried in tit, spewing precum, jerking and throbbing uncontrollably in his shorts. No way Lina didn't feel its large outline against her breast. Clark didn’t think he had it in him to hold off for more than a minute.
Lina’s hand caressed his shoulder ever so delicately. As little as that caress was, it sent the strongest chills down his spine. Clark instinctively squeezed his right hand onto her slim waist, his hand fitting perfectly with its feminine inward curve.
They shared a look that spoke more than words could. Like they both knew now what the deal was. Lina bit her lower lip even more desperately and Clark’s cock twitched madly against her breast.
‘Fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCKING SHIT FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ was what crossed Clark’s mind right now.
They stayed like that for 10 seconds, with 2 inches separating their lips. 20 seconds passed. They weren't moving. As far as they were concerned- there were no students around them. No music. No school. Just them. Each wanting to pull the other for a kiss but also afraid. 30 seconds. No one dared to break this precious moment. 45 seconds. Clark was seriously about to faint from stimulation and emotional overload. 1 minute of motionless, high-pressure hug. Lina felt her juices flowing freely in her hot hot hot panties.
*
The bell rang its tune.
As if startled from a shared dream, both Clark and Lina let go of each other, their faces flushed red. The kids looked at them. They seemed somewhat confused by their teachers. Lina was too embarrassed to speak. Clark tried taking the lead here:
“Ehmm… yes, very good. Very good, class. Did you… ehm… did you guys have fun?” he said, trying his best to sound normal.
“Yes, Mr. Kessler”, they chimed together as a choir.
“Good. That’s good. Very good. Ehm… ok, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… yes. So - uh, have a fun weekend, everyone, and… we’ll see you guys here on Monday”, he said as non-clumsily as he could muster.
He turned sideways to look at Lina, who was blushing like a ripe tomato and smiling with the most embarrassed look at him. He smiled back at her like a child getting caught eating from the forbidden cookie jar.
The kids dispersed slowly as Clark and Lina helped those who needed assistance. When both teachers were alone in class, Clark turned to Lina.
“Uhhhh… heh… this was fun. Thanks for pushing me. To dance!” He added, immediately thinking of Lina’s breasts pushing into his torso.
“It was my pleasure, Clark”, Lina smiled sweetly at him, her majestic mane of beautiful hair only further adding to her already insane beauty. It was a kind of a full smile that was 100% dedicated - just for Clark, and made him feel special.
Clark searched for his suitcase, before grabbing it and turned to Lina one last time. “Uhhhh… Lina?”
“Jyes, Clark?” Lina said back quickly.
She stood there, 5 feet away from him, biting her lower lip, looking - open. Like, she was an open door, waiting for him to enter. Her whole body language was opened completely for Clark. Her hands clasped together somewhere deep underneath her copious boobage, pushing her gigantic tits even further in his direction. She looked… hopefully into his eyes. It was now or never.
He looked back at Lina, mesmerized. She was waiting. Patiently. She really looked like she'd happily wait as long as he needed to make a decision, pushing her boobs at him all the while.
Clark's eyes wandered briefly to her tits, then back at her. Then back at her tits, because he was sure he'd been imagining the first time. But no - a faint but distinct outline of nothing other than an erect nipple formed at the center of each giant breast. It was unmistakable. Clark's eyes widened in shock. He thought of just how thick that bra looked from the side, and how hard those nipples have to be in order to still make those dents.
Clark looked back at Lina's face. If telepathy wasn't real, he could swear she thought-said to him: 'Yes, I'm horny for you.'
So many thoughts passed through Clark's mind. He felt a lot of power right now, coursing directly through his diamond-hard cock. He's never been as aroused as he was at that moment. Like he could choose freely to do what he wanted. And that terrified him. Lina… Marla… Emily and Benji. Images of them popped randomly in his head.
Clark took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them.
“Goodbye, Lina”, he said somberly.
Lina couldn't hide her disappointment.
“Goodbye, Clark”, she said back weakly.
He turned around and forced his legs to start walking into the hallway before he might change his mind.
Lina watched Clark go in a straight line for the door, before disappearing into the hallway.
“Ay, Dios mío… Clark”, she sighed heavily.