EXTRACT FOR
Hot For Teacher
(Kethandra Wilde)

Daphne dragged him into the gyrating crowd. She found a spot among the revelers where the impact of dancing bodies was at least not continuous. She stopped.



The sudden braking caused Mark to bump into her from behind. The guiding hand still hold his wrapped that arm around her and Daphne began to move with the music. Her full, round backside, newly lifted from her shared exercise regimen, ground back against him.



Mark bent his knees to lower himself behind her, allowing her hand to push his bigger one down to her waist. She leaned forward. He pulled her tight against him. Blond hair shook in a cascade around her downturned head. The dance was simple, animal, simulated sex in the middle of a crowd of strangers performing their own varied versions.



He was hard, realized she could feel it when her motion changed from side to side to a more vertical grinding, the stretched fabric between her cheeks trapping his length.



He felt her hand clasp harder onto his before she raised her upper half to lean back against him, her lower body's motion staying unchanged. The back of her head tucked in under his chin.



He hesitated, then gave in when her grasp pulled one arm up, higher across her body. Her guiding fingers squeezed over his when they finally stopped, with his arm across her front, his hand directly over one breast.



The hand squeezed his again. When he responded, cupping her through her thin dress, he felt her lean harder against him.



He felt warm breath followed by a moist kiss under his jaw. He pulled her tighter against him, his hips responding to the unspoken invitation. The kiss repeated, soft and slow.



He surprised himself when his finger and thumb found her nipple, hard and obvious through the dress. It felt so difference from his wife's tiny pink ones.



His wife.



Mark's fingers froze, his hand pulling away from her, or trying to. Her own smaller, weaker hand pinned his in place, squeezed. He felt the resistance, the give of her full breast compressing under his palm.



"Take care of her." His wife's words repeated in his head.



Thumb and finger rolled the raised snub between them. She rewarded him with a moan, vibrating against his throat. Her breath there was hotter, moister, encouraging. Hips pushed back, dragging against him.



Her free hand found his upper leg, snugging him to her. His free arm wrapped low around her waist while together they continued a soft caressing exploration of her captive breast.



The two moved that way, back to front, connected, swaying to a beat both blaring from the speakers and pulsing in manner only they could feel. Sober, Mark still found the lights and music, the unexpected contact and intimacy, to be inducing a dreamlike, foggy, unreal state of mind.



The music had switched to a different track before Daphne pulled away, guiding his hands over her body as she twisted to face him.



Then she jumped, leaping high.



Strong legs wrapped around his hips, slim arms around his shoulders. His fingers sunk into soft flesh in reflex, catching and pinning her body to him, holding her off the ground. Her grin was close, above him, wild. She arched her chest into his face, hands behind his head. He tasted sweat and bare flesh where the dress cut low, allowing his lips and tongue to savor the smooth, soft, salty skin. When he stopped, blue eyes explored his, searching. Her lips were close to his, parted, panting. He had never seen a clearer invitation to kiss.