"Okay," he said.

Missy went with the handsome Mr. Sexton to the floor. The lights were dim. He took her into his arms. She pressed in close. His hand was firm on her back.

"You're very pretty," he whispered.

"Thanks, sir," Missy replied.

He pulled her closer. Her tits pressed into him. Her hips and thighs were glued to him. He got a hard-on. Missy felt the huge bulge against her. She didn't know what to do, how to react.

"Ah, mmmm," he whispered. "I guess we're dancing too close."

"I guess so," Missy said.

He was trembling. His cock throbbed against Missy. It was big, hard, and thumping.

Mr. Sexton couldn't help it. Missy was so beautiful, she had such a fine, compact little body, and her tits were so round. It was all too much for the man. His cock wouldn't lay down. It thumped, jumped, and beat like the tail of a wild fish. Missy pulled back.

She looked down and saw the bending curl in his slacks.

"Ah, perhaps you should move back in closer," he said. "I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea."

She pressed in close to hide his hard erection. "Well, I'm very sorry," he whispered. "That's okay, sir," Missy said. She didn't know why, but she rolled her hips against the big hard-on. Instinct, she guessed.

"Oh, oh!" he panted.

His cock throbbed against her. His hand pressed tighter on her back.

"You are so beautiful," he gulped.

She looked up, saw his intense look, and felt his cock beat against her. She smiled.

She undulated again against him. His cock rolled against her hips and belly. It was big. She knew that. He was trembling all over. So was she. He danced her to the side of the floor. Off in a dark corner.

"Could I see you alone?" he whispered.

"Gee, alone? You and me?" Missy asked.

"Yes."

"I don't think we oughta do that, sir."

"I could be very helpful to you at this school," he whispered.