What *IF* someone were to walk in? That would be... exciting. Chica clenched her thighs a little harder at the thought, and watched as the teacher got up and-<br/><br/>"Woah..." Chica whispered, having seen the... not insubstantial bulge in the front of her teacher's skirt. "Mira lo que tienen que ir con las cajones de toro..."<br/><br/>It was gone in an instant, hidden away by her torn shirt, yet it got her thinking, weighing her options and really... so what if she was her teacher?<br/><br/>"Power imbalance? Really?" Chica spoke up, rolling her eyes. "Please, I'm a consistent C-student at best with no plans for any future academics, and that's not including any of my fame, fortune, or physicality..."<br/><br/>She watched that surprisingly lovely ass sway before her, and after a few moments of that lovely little rump swaying back and forth, Chica decided it was time for a (somewhat) calculated risk. She quietly got to her feet from her desk, and began to tip-toe across the linoleum floor, right up to where Miss Latham was...<br/><br/>...right behind her where she'd be unnoticed, as her hands reached forward for the woman's exposed, creamy thighs, hesitating but a moment before her fingertips found purchase on flesh, and traced them up under the skirt, lifting it to expose her shimapan-covered buttocks, before putting a single finger each on her teacher's hips and tugging her back against Chica's own body.<br/><br/>As Latham's butt made contact with Chica's groin, she would feel a wet spot pressed into her buttocks... and with but a finger on each hip, Chica was sure she wouldn't escape... not that Chica planned to force it but... well, facts were facts right? Some women liked that feeling of power after all.<br/><br/>"You've got a really nice butt for someone who likes riding mine so much," she cooed, head close to Latham's ear. "I didn't know you kept a python in those drawers though... you really liked seeing me topless eh? Did you watch me earlier, when I was walking around all-but-naked and getting dressed in the hallway? I know I liked it; turns out I *LOVE* the attention..."<br/><br/>If allowed, Chica would beget another quick risk, leaning in to her teacher's nape and starting to gently drag her tongue up her lovely, thin neck... she wondered how her sensei tasted...