Mathew had finished up the group fencing lessons for the day. He was closing the salle, name for fencing area, when Chloe, a lovely exotic, 5β8β, 130 lb, 38C, long legs, small waist and tanned approached him for a private lesson. He looked around to see if everyone else had left the building. He secured the door to the salle, saluted Chloe, in the traditional fencing manner, in his smooth black leather-coaching jacket and green track pants.
Matthew was a lean toned individual who was constantly working out at the salle four days a week. He had given lessons before but nothing like this one to his surprise. Mat had his eye on her before and could not think of passing that ethical boundary between student and teacher. Would he cross the line?
He gave her the standard lesson. She was wearing blue track pants showing off her slim body and with the jacket emphasising her breasts. With each action, the intensity was growing between them. The blades clashing, bodies in motion as technique and skill combined with each movement. All this stimulus could not arouse Mat. He could see her legs pulse with each lunge and step. Her shallow and yet athletic breathing kept him to want more. The lesson was finishing up as she completed her last move.
They took off their masks and saluted. As they shook their hands, Chloe moved closer to him. He hesitated. The masks and weapons hit the floor simultaneously as they embraced each other and French kisses.