As the semester progresses, I find I (almost) unknowingly schedule any needed walk through campus at the same times as her practice.
Her perfectly trained ass gyrates to the sounds of the music which carries her into erotic ecstasy — at least in my mind.
It’s as if she forgets she’s wearing something so short, and lets herself spread those luscious powerful legs just a little too far.
It’s then I can barely contain the blood rushing to my member.
It takes just a few seconds, and her panties’ crotch becomes a rich, musky mixture of my saliva and her tender young womanhood.
I nearly gasp in disbelief as my hands reach to grasp her rock-hard, panty-covered ass and find no material — except the thin line running up her crack.
“Hmmm,” I think to myself, “lovely accentuation brought out by a comfortable — and lovely — skirt.” As well, I notice the match: what looks like one of Daddy’s lightweight white Oxford dress shirts. And what a pair of gorgeous tits: They’re tight, firm, and just a little larger than what might be expected on a girl her size.
My subtle (yet well-trained) observation skills notice the slight rise of the intended-to-be-invisible top flare of her thong under that silken wrap surrounding her ass.
My testicles quiver in pure desire to unleash the cum they’re just barely holding back.
Her head tilts back, letting that brilliant blonde hair fall back behind her.
Sitting in the front row (“Obviously a learning strategy she’s picked up somewhere,” I silently surmise, smiling to myself), her striking features and two-piece outfit scream for my attention.
She’s dressed perfectly for the warm autumn days at the beginning of the school year.