The lights in the room were low, and Gary smelled incense heavy in the air, and faintly playing in the distance he thought he could hear new age type music. Not really music but ambience. But what really caught his attention was the three women in the middle of the room. Two of them sat less than two feet directly across from each other. They were both naked and surrounded by plush overstuffed pillows and cushions. Beside both of them were small bottle with squeeze tops and 9 inch vibrators. Placed with in reach of both the young women was a pink two headed dildo.
When the door opened one of the two girls, a fair skinned redhead with her wavy hair spilling down her pale back to the floor gasped and threw her arms up to cover her medium size breasts. She neglected to close her legs immediately, and Gary saw that the drapes matched the carpet. Her bush was lush and red. The other girl, a young woman of East Indian descent, smiled and said,
“Hi Lita, who’s your friend?”
Lita, still holding onto Gary’s wrist, spun on her heels, and pulled Gary back towards the door, and the hallway beyond.
“Ms. Suarez, I think you owe us an apology.” Called the third woman. She was tall, slim and blonde. Her hair was pinned up in a bun at the back of her head, and she was wearing black plastic framed eyeglasses. She stood across from Gary and Lita, her arms akimbo while the sitting redhead pulled a pillow to cover herself. She didn’t seem embarrassed by her state of undress. She was older than the other two women, and what Gary would classify as a classic Milf.
“Come over here, Ms. Suarez.” The blonde called. She was wearing a black pleated skirt that matched a jacket that was draped over the back of a nearby chair, along with a white blouse and a simple white bra. Her nipples were small and tan.
“Yes, Ms. Reeves.” Carmelita answered, resigned to her fate.
She dropped Gary’s hand and walked over to the women. As she did, the older women unhooked her skirt, slid it down her long legs, which were covered by black crotchless pantyhose, and dropped it on top of the jacket. Her bush was dark, and trimmed in a neat triangle. Once Gary’s new friend was in front of her, she stepped out of her black pumps, and kicked them beneath the chair her clothes were draped over. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Well, Ms. Suarez, you’ve interrupted our session before it’s begun. You should apologize. I don’t know how you can make up for this breach of privacy, and with a non-rostered student as well.” She tapped her foot on the floor.
“The door wasn’t locked. I’m sorry. Really, you guys.”
“It’s fine.” Said the Indian girl, a bright smile on her face. Looking over at Gary she winked mischievously. She was fondling her nipples absently, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. Locking eyes with Gary, she gave her breasts a long slow squeeze.
“Sarah, what do you say, darling? Do you accept Ms. Suarez’s apology?” the blonde instructor said, crouching down towards the redhead, who had buried her face in a pillow.
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