"I see you showered and changed your clothes," Jake said, making no move to join her.
"Yes," she said. "I was all hot and sticky from the flight. I just loved that shower stall in my bathroom. It's so big."
"It is very nice, isn't it?"
She smiled sweetly, her eyes sending him a definite message. "Do you have the room service menu?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, picking it up from the table. He carried it over and handed it to her. "Why don't you take a look through it and see what you want?"
"Okay," she said. "Can you sit with me so we can look at it together?"
He took a deep breath, his eyes darting from her exposed thighs to those jiggling breasts to those seductive eyes. "I don't think that's a real good idea," he said.
She patted the couch insistently. "You're not afraid of me, are you, Jake?" she asked.
"No," he said, "but I'm beginning to think that your intentions are less than honorable."
"I won't do anything that you don't want me to do," she promised.
He chuckled. "That's supposed to be the guy's line."
"Well, I was raised by a man," she said. "Come on. Sit with me. What's the worst that could happen?"
Jake tried not to think about the worst that could happen. For the most part, he succeeded. He came around the couch and sat down about a foot from her. She immediately scooted over until her bare thigh was touching his. Jake looked at her pointedly.
"We have to be next to each other to read the menu, don't we?" she asked.
"I suppose so," he said.
They held the menu between them, both looking over the selections of steak dishes, chicken dishes, and pork dishes. Gradually Helen leaned even closer, until her shoulder was in contact with his. Jake ignored the contact until her hand dropped down onto his leg.
He gently reached down and removed it. "Behave yourself," he told her with mock sternness.
"I was never taught to do that," she said, putting her hand right back where it was.
Jake removed her hand again and then pulled himself away from her. The room service menu fell to the floor at Helen's feet. "Look, Helen," he said. "I thought I made my position quite clear the other day. You're my instructor, I'm your student. It's not right for us to get involved with each other. And even if that were not the case, I'm not someone you want to get involved with."
"Who said anything about getting involved?" Helen asked, unfazed by his words.
"You're trying to seduce me," he said. "If I were to give into you wouldn't you consider that getting involved?"
"No," she said simply.
"No?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"I call it getting laid," she said. "It's been more than six months since I got laid last and that asshole was one of the deadest fucks I've ever had. I want sex from you, Jake, nothing more, nothing less at this point in time."
"That's real easy to say," Jake said. "Pretty hard to stick to in practice though."
"I was raised by a man," she said for the second time. "I've never had any meaningful female influence in my life except for those slutty bimbos my dad was always bringing home when I was growing up. I can take sex as it comes and keep my emotions out of it, just like a man. And I can pursue sex aggressively, like I'm doing now, just like a man."
"You do seem to have a knack for that," Jake admitted, his eyes drawn as if by magnetism to her upper thighs, which had spread apart just the tiniest bit.
"Are you attracted to me, Jake?" she asked him.
"Well..."
"Not as a person, not as a friend, but in a sexual way?"
He nodded. "Yes," he said. "Very much."
"And I'm very much attracted to you. I want to fuck you, Jake. I want to feel your cock slamming into me from behind. I want to suck you until you come and then swallow every drop. I want to feel your face between my legs, licking my pussy until it squirts all over you. Did I mention that I squirt?"
Jake swallowed slowly. "No," he said. "You didn't."
"Do you wanna see it?" she said, twisting a little so she was leaning back against the couch. "I can give you a demonstration. Right here and right now." Her thighs opened a little bit more, almost, but not quite, allowing him to see her heavenly gates. He was about half hard in his pants now, his big head fighting to remain in control of the situation.
"Helen, look," he said. "I think that maybe things are moving too fast here."
She shook her head. "No such thing," she told him. "We can do this, Jake, and not let it affect our friendship or our student/teacher relationship. I'm not like most women. I can fuck you today and act like nothing happened tomorrow. So why don't we do that? Why don't we enjoy each other on this little trip and then forget it ever happened when we get home?"
"I don't know," Jake said, still staring at her thighs, at the jiggle of her breasts beneath the summer dress. "I'm incredibly turned on right now but I don't want that to affect my judgement. I've had nothing but trouble with that in the past."
"Fuck judgement," she said, leaning forward and scooting close to him again. She reached out and grabbed his right hand in hers. Her fingers caressed his in a gentle, sexy manner. She put her mouth next to his ear. "I want you to touch my pussy," she whispered. "It's very wet right now and it wants your fingers to touch it instead of mine."
"Helen..." he croaked, the last vestiges of his self-control starting to crumble.
"Here," Helen said, taking his hand and pushing it downward. "Let me get you started."
She spread her legs apart and pulled his hand between them. He did not resist and he discovered she had left her panties in her room as well as her bra. He found himself touching a hot, slippery wetness and he was all but lost. He plunged two fingers into her and began to move them in and out.
"Oh... yes, Jake," she said, her eyes shining with lust. "That's it. Fingerfuck me. Do it hard!"
He fingerfucked her, doing it hard. She ripped open the front of her dress so hard that several of the buttons went flying across the room. Her breasts spilled out and he was completely lost. They were huge orbs, firm and obviously natural, perfectly shaped. Her nipples were large too and they were standing up proudly, just waiting for someone to put his mouth upon them. He buried his face between those magnificent mammaries, shaking his head back and forth, feeling the warm, soft flesh rubbing against the side of his face.
"Suck them, Jake," Helen groaned, her fingers running through his hair. "Suck my tits!"
He took one in his mouth and feasted upon it while continuing to jam his fingers in and out of her body. He slurped and suckled first one nipple and then the other while she moaned and encouraged him with unladylike profanity. When he began to smell the odor of her clean musk rising into the air around him he unlatched from her breasts and began to move south.
"Oh yes," she said as he dropped to his knees on the floor and pushed her knees apart. "Fuck yes! Eat my snatch! Make me squirt in your fuckin' face!"
Jake had never been squirted in the face before, or on any other part of his body for that matter. In truth, he thought the whole female squirting thing was nothing but a myth. He had been with countless women and had eaten dozens of pussies in his time and never had he encountered a woman who had done anything other than juicing a bit more than usual at the moment of orgasm. Though he had seen pornographic videos of alleged squirtings they had all looked like nothing more than urination to him. That thought gave him a bit of a start. Though Matt and Coop had been known to engage in water sports on occasion Jake thought the whole concept was disgusting.
"You're not going to pee on me, are you?" he asked her. "I'm really not into that."
"No," she said, shaking her head vehemently. "It's not piss. Trust me. You'll like it. Now eat me!"
He was still a little dubious but he did as requested. He pushed his face forward and began to lick up and down her lips. He gave her his best pre-treatment and then went after her clitoris, sucking it between his lips.