Impress me

Story Script:

ACTOR2: Mrs. Zibya? Is that really you? My god, it's been twelve years.
ACTOR1: Look at you, all grown up. You remember your old French teacher.
ACTOR2: I could never forget. You look… different. But those heels. Christ, those black slingback heels. The way the strap cuts across your ankle.
ACTOR1: You like the sound they make? That sharp *click-clack* on the linoleum? It’s the only sinful thing I’m allowed to wear now. Follow me. The classrooms are empty.
ACTOR2: Here? In our old classroom?
ACTOR1: Precisely. Lock the door. Now, help me with this abaya. And this hijab. There. Now you. Everything off. But the heels stay. I want to hear them on the floor.
ACTOR2: You’re… you’re incredible. Your body is still a masterpiece.
ACTOR1: Flattery will get you this. Come here. Let me feel what my former student has grown into. Oh, *mon Dieu*. Such a thick, hard cock.
ACTOR2: Fuck, your hands…
ACTOR1: Shhh. Let me work. It’s not cheating if I just use my hands, is it? *Ptoo*. There. My spit on your shaft. Listen to that sound. The slick, wet slide of my fist on your skin.
ACTOR2: Yes… just like that. Spit on it again. Please.
ACTOR1: Such a dirty boy. *Ptoo*. You want to come all over your teacher’s face? You want to paint my tits with it? Tell me.
ACTOR2: God, yes! I’m going to… I’m…
ACTOR1: Do it. Now. Cover me.
ACTOR2: Ahhh! Fuck!
ACTOR1: Mmm. Look at that. Hot streaks all over my cheeks, my neck, dripping onto my breasts. And my heels are still perfectly on. Class dismissed.