Visiting Akiko
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
frank1885
James sighed. He might as well go see what Ms. Hiramatsu wanted with him. Making the short walk to her house, he knocked on the door and waited. HE wasn’t sure what to expect. Most students had varying opinions of Akiko. Some thought she was really nice, one of the best teachers. Some thought she was scary and cruel, one of the meanest. James himself hadn’t had much interaction with her. He just knew she was hot.
A few moments later, Akiko opened the door. She looked rather grumpy after first, obviously annoyed by the disturbance, but once she recognized James she perked up, smiling sweetly. Akiko was a beautiful Japanese woman. She was rather short, only coming up to James’s nose even with three inch heels. Her long dark hair was tied in a messy bun and her pretty brown eyes dazzled through her glasses. She had almost model like features with plump lips. She was wearing a tight fitting white blouse tucked into a tight knew length black pencil skirt. A few extra buttons were open revealing more cleavage than James had ever seen her show, her perky B cups pushed to together by her bra. The tight shirt clung to her midsection which was slightly soft, a pudgy paunch indicating her comfortable life style. The skirt did nicely to emphasize her curvy hips and plump ass.
“It’s good to see you, James. I’m glad you could stop by,” she said sweetly, snapping you out of your trance. “Come in please.”
“I-I’d love to, Ms. Hiramatsu,” He said following her inside, watching her ass as she walked.
“Oh please, we’re not in school. Please call me Akiko,” she laughed.
“Uh, sure, Akiko,” you said, still unsure. “So what can I help you with?”
“Well that depends,” she said, lowering herself into a comfortable looking armchair and crossing her legs. You stayed standing right in front of her.
“On?” he asked, knowing the answer.
“Tell me,” she said, smiling mischievously. “How does this power of yours work?”
“Well,” James started with a sigh. “I can change myself to look like whoever I want, however I want.”
“That’s exciting,” she said, trailing off. She reached up and lazily undid a button on her shirt, revealing more of her bra and cleavage. “Do you find me attractive, James?”
“I-uh, I, well,” James stammered, not really sure how to answer. Akiko cut him off with a laugh.
“Of course you do,” she said, still laughing. “I look good for my age afteralll. And I’ve seen the way you look at me in class. The way you look at my tits and my ass, thinking you’re all sneaky.”
James was ready to deny her claims but she kept going.
“Not to mention that you were practically eye banging me when I opened the door. And this of course,” she said with a smile and leaning forward to place a hand on James’s crotch, grabbing his erection through his jeans.
“And I must admit, you are rather handsome yourself. And legal. So I was thinking we’d have a little fun today,” she said seductively.
“R-really?” James gasped excitedly.
“Really,” Akiko smiled. “But first, as handsome as you are, I’d like you to be someone else. If that’s ok? I mean, you still get to have your way with me so what does it matter what you look like, right?”
“Right! Just tell me who,” he agreed, too excited to care. “I might need a picture.”
“Oh, I don’t think you will,” she whispered seductively. “I want you be . . .”
A few moments later, Akiko opened the door. She looked rather grumpy after first, obviously annoyed by the disturbance, but once she recognized James she perked up, smiling sweetly. Akiko was a beautiful Japanese woman. She was rather short, only coming up to James’s nose even with three inch heels. Her long dark hair was tied in a messy bun and her pretty brown eyes dazzled through her glasses. She had almost model like features with plump lips. She was wearing a tight fitting white blouse tucked into a tight knew length black pencil skirt. A few extra buttons were open revealing more cleavage than James had ever seen her show, her perky B cups pushed to together by her bra. The tight shirt clung to her midsection which was slightly soft, a pudgy paunch indicating her comfortable life style. The skirt did nicely to emphasize her curvy hips and plump ass.
“It’s good to see you, James. I’m glad you could stop by,” she said sweetly, snapping you out of your trance. “Come in please.”
“I-I’d love to, Ms. Hiramatsu,” He said following her inside, watching her ass as she walked.
“Oh please, we’re not in school. Please call me Akiko,” she laughed.
“Uh, sure, Akiko,” you said, still unsure. “So what can I help you with?”
“Well that depends,” she said, lowering herself into a comfortable looking armchair and crossing her legs. You stayed standing right in front of her.
“On?” he asked, knowing the answer.
“Tell me,” she said, smiling mischievously. “How does this power of yours work?”
“Well,” James started with a sigh. “I can change myself to look like whoever I want, however I want.”
“That’s exciting,” she said, trailing off. She reached up and lazily undid a button on her shirt, revealing more of her bra and cleavage. “Do you find me attractive, James?”
“I-uh, I, well,” James stammered, not really sure how to answer. Akiko cut him off with a laugh.
“Of course you do,” she said, still laughing. “I look good for my age afteralll. And I’ve seen the way you look at me in class. The way you look at my tits and my ass, thinking you’re all sneaky.”
James was ready to deny her claims but she kept going.
“Not to mention that you were practically eye banging me when I opened the door. And this of course,” she said with a smile and leaning forward to place a hand on James’s crotch, grabbing his erection through his jeans.
“And I must admit, you are rather handsome yourself. And legal. So I was thinking we’d have a little fun today,” she said seductively.
“R-really?” James gasped excitedly.
“Really,” Akiko smiled. “But first, as handsome as you are, I’d like you to be someone else. If that’s ok? I mean, you still get to have your way with me so what does it matter what you look like, right?”
“Right! Just tell me who,” he agreed, too excited to care. “I might need a picture.”
“Oh, I don’t think you will,” she whispered seductively. “I want you be . . .”
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