Back when I was a school-girl teen. I took Karate lessons a train ride out of town. Little did I know the four-week course was instructed by a seductive tutor. Mick.

I entered the quiet room with a flush of  redness on my face. Three pairs of eyes piercing on me, the class was small but seemed to start on the dot of five in the evening.

“Sorry,” I managed to mumble starstruck. “If you don’t mind” the fair haired tutor looked down at a page of names, “Jenn, please remove your shoes, we’ll be getting on the mats a bit later, I’m Mick.” He smiled and sat contently in a white crisp Karate suit and Black Belt. I definitely was not (trying) to think about how good he might of been in bed. He looked well in his twentys and I was just seventeen.

“So, Jenn. We were just disgusing how to throw a punch. This may be Karate but it is important to introduce some Self Defence first. Tell us about yourself Jenn.” The smile on his face was even bigger than it was when I took of my shoes, maybe he has a foot fetish? “I, I, er, I’m Jenn. I am seventeen, I study Physics and Arts A-Level and I’m also a cheerleader.” Maybe including my extra cirricular activites was a bit too flirty? “Well, Jenn, the Cheerleader.” He smiled, yet again.  And, Oh my God was that a boner? “Lets break up into partners, er. Amy and Sara, Michelle and my associate Bryan can partner up. And Jenn, I’ll hook up with you.” Still a Boner. Not that I’m complaining.

Suddenly I was roped into a hug/attack submission with Mick. “Alright everyone, remember what I taught you. This is the distraction hug. Just pull you arm close and then attempt to hit your attackers grotch.” I couldn’t help but at least snigger.

His hard cock became pressed against my ass. I mumbled. And attempted to throw him over my shoulder. “Right, yes, that’s it.” He whispered in my ear, sending various chills down my spine. “Yeah?” I smiled and threw him down on the mat giving my best cheeky grin. “One more time?” He stood up, in hugging position again.  As I wrapped my shoulders in his Karate trained arms I felt it again. The huge hard on, digging into my backside.

With every other person in the room pre occupied, I felt his hands pull me closer and then forward again. Back and forth. Then out of nowhere, before I considered his flirting an imagination, his hands cupped my D cup breasts and kissed my neck, still in his back and forth movement. I didn’t want the rest of the class to notice anything so I threw him on the floor revealing his nicely trimed, nicely toned stomach.