Alone with Teacher
Friday nights were always slow at the dojo, that's one reason why Vince scheduled the self-defense course at that time. At 8:00pm, if no one showed up for the class, he was free to go home and do whatever he wanted. That typically meant going out to shoot pool at the local bar, going out on a date, if he was lucky, or even just going to see a movie.
The 7:00pm class generally had a few students in it, and tonight they were working on their Kung Fu forms when Emmanuelle walked in the door. Vince looked at the door as she entered and nodded to her. She bowed in the traditional Shaolin salute to him, which he returned. She moved into one of the chairs in the waiting room, slid her gym bag beneath it, and watched, waiting for her class.
The students were located around the room, one with a sword, swinging and stabbing as he moved through his pattern. Vince was working with an intermediate female student, helping her find the right position standing on one leg, with her hand spearing the throat of an imaginary attacker.
Emmanuelle shivered unable to believe the way he was affecting her. He put his hands on the woman, adjusting her position slightly and then correcting her each time she moved into it. Emmanuelle couldn't wait to feel his hands on her like that... touching... caressing... squeezing...
She shook her head, shaking free of those thoughts. She could feel her heat and wetness below, could feel her nipples hardening behind her t-shirt. God, she wanted to fuck him so badly she could hardly stand still.
Five minutes later and the class was lining up, facing Vince. Their black pants and white t-shirts emblazoned with the school logo over the heart kept them all looking like an actual group instead of three random strangers. They bowed and he shook their hands as they walked off the floor.
"Happy Birthday, Sifu," the most advanced student said, starting a cacophony of similar statements.
Vince smiled, raising his hands embarrassed. "Thank you. Thank you. It's no big deal." His smile melted Emmanuelle's heart, too. "Please take some cake home... I don't need all of this," he said laughing, pointing to the sheet cake sitting in the waiting room.
"Any plans?" asked another.
"No... just relaxing for the weekend... doing some work on the house."
The students got their coats and shoes on and one-by-one wandered out the door, gym bags in hand. The night was brisk, the wind whipping into the school, but it wasn't raining or snowing at all. Vince was happy for that small relief. He certainly didn't want it to rain on his birthday.
"Thank you," Vince called to each. "See you guys next week!"
He moved to his desk, sat down and wrote a few notes in his three-ring attendance binder. Emmanuelle just listened to the music, enjoying the light, bouncy beat of one of the latest alternative rock songs playing on Vince's iPod.
Normally, Emmanuelle would have moved into the workout area and started warming up a little, but tonight she was caught in her chair, trying to surreptitiously watch Vince. Five minutes later, Vince looked up from his writing.
"Well, Emmanuelle, it looks like you're the only student in class tonight. You're certainly welcome to take off if you'd like. But, if you want to stay, I'll work with you." Vince said, standing.
Emmanuelle stood, too, looking at Vince and realizing how excited she was getting just thinking about being alone with him. She smiled shyly. "Yeah, that's fine... I'll stay." Her eyes trailed down his body. His t-shirt hid most of his body, but it made him look so damn good. And the loose pants he wore allowed him to move freely, but would hide little. She glanced at his groin. She wondered how he'd feel through the thin material and if he was starting to get hard. Suddenly remembering where she was, she looked up to see Vince watching her. She realized how flushed and embarrassed she felt. She walked out onto the workout floor behind him, hands behind her back. She could feel her nipples hardening, pressing into the front of her shirt. She knew Vince could tell she was excited.
Vince grabbed some hand pads from the rack in the corner of the room. "We'll start warming up with some elbows and knees." He held the pads and directed Emmanuelle to perform her repetitions. Every strike was easier, stronger, and faster. She struck the pads time and time again.
The arm strikes helped distract her from her desire to be with Vince, but only marginally. The more they moved together through the exercises, the more fun she had with him, the more she felt attached to him. He was so easy-going and fun to be with.
"Ok," he finally said, setting the hand pads aside. "I want to work on some rape defenses this week, starting with the guard position." He knelt on the padded floor and urged Emmanuelle to kneel, too. "Do you remember the guard?"
Emmanuelle mentally reviewed what she'd learned so far. "Uh... no..."
"Ok, no problem," he said, laying on his back. "The guard position is where you want to be whenever you're on your back. Move up here a second." He opened his legs, inviting Emmanuelle to move up between them. He smoothly wrapped his legs around her waist, locking his feet behind her. "The guard is more powerful than just lying there, allowing you to control your opponent."
Emmanuelle's heart beat more rapidly, his legs felt so powerful around her waist and the intimate contact was almost too much for her. She knew staying was probably a mistake. She wasn't going to be able to handle this kind of undivided and intimate attention from him, even if he weren't interested in what she was. Even so, the front wall of the school had large windows across it, making the view from the parking lot wide open. He wasn't about to fuck her with that kind of visibility.
He moved his hips and legs, throwing her to one side and then the other, making her almost lose her balance and fall to the floor. "See?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Then, added to that is the position of your hands to minimize their striking. You put one hand behind the neck like this," he said, grabbing her neck with his right hand and pulling her forward. She was practically laying on him now, her head beside his. "And then you wrap your arm over and grab the triceps with the other arm." As he grabbed her arm and pinned it, she realized just how trapped she'd be in this position.
"So you can't punch me with your right hand because it's trapped and if you even tried to hit me with your left hand, you'd punch yourself in the face."
She was so close to his neck and face. Her body was practically laying on him. She could smell his cologne mixed with the sweat from the previous classes. The muskiness was intoxicating to her. She closed her eyes for a moment, loving the feel of him against her, loving his smell.
She felt him release her but took a moment to collect herself and move off him.
"So, now you put me in the guard," he said, moving into position between her legs. She wrapped them around his torso and locked her ankles as instructed. She was painfully aware of her ragged breathing and the wetness between her legs. She grabbed the back of his head and his arm, pulling him down and into her as he had demonstrated. With her body on the bottom, she was even more aware of the intimacy of this position. She knew that if she moved just right, she'd feel his hard cock against her wetness and knew that she'd cum just from the contact. She wished he'd just take her, right then and there... she wouldn't even put up a struggle.
"Now, let's look at a choke defense from your position," he said, almost startling her. He sat up on his arms so that he was looking down at her. Her hair was laying behind her on the mats, a beautiful backdrop for her. He felt his cock twinge, felt his mind wander to the possibilities. But he was a professional. He had to control himself.
"Let's say I put my forearm on your throat like this," he said, putting pressure on her throat. "As you can see, I can exert a lot of force against you and hurt you. But your defense is simple. Put your right hand on the inside of my arm, pulling it down into your chest. Put your left arm at the elbow, also holding it at your chest." She moved her arms into position, taking a lot of the stress off her neck, making the choke less dangerous.
"Now, use your legs to help push me away... yeah... just like that... then with a quick push of your legs, then your left arm... yeah... wrap your right arm around my neck and grab your bicep. Just like that," he said, his voice suddenly a little stressed. "Now you just squeeze until I pass out..."
She squeezed and within seconds he was tapping her arm, signaling that he was trapped. She felt a thrill go through her body. She could be in control. He tapped again, a little harder, and she released. Vince sat up, his face red from the blocked blood flow. He smiled, pleased that she was so good with the move.
She practiced it several times, each time nearly making Vince pass out, until it felt more natural before they moved to another move.
"Ok, here's the next choke," he said, putting both his hands on her throat lightly. Emmanuelle shivered, loving to be choked during sex. It felt so raw, so controlling. God she wanted him!
"Ok," she said, her face flushed with excitement. She squirmed, adjusting her legs around his waist, feeling his cock so close to her. Her pussy felt so damn hot. She knew he was getting hard.
