Velvet Suite

On Friday morning Oceane had French class first thing. She liked Mrs Cordier even if she didn't understand much of her lessons. At the end of the session when the other students started packing their things the teacher said in a calm voice:

"Oceane, please stay."

She waited until everyone had left and walked up to the desk with a smile.

"I wanted to talk to you about your last test" said Cordier placing a sheet on the desk in front of her.

Oceane looked at the grade and her smile disappeared.

"This is very insufficient and with this grade you risk being expelled from university."

"Oh please no Mrs I really work hard it's just that I struggle to understand certain things."

"I know you make efforts. That's why I'm willing to make this grade disappear but you'll need to do me a favour in return."

"Anything you want Mrs."

"Saturday at 2pm you come to my place to clean. You will also be starting private lessons with me soon."

Oceane found that a little strange but not strange enough to ask questions. She warmly thanked her teacher and left for sports class.

Mr Leleu was waiting to start the lesson. He was a tall muscular brunette in his forties, the kind of man used to being obeyed. He had seen the photos the day before and hadn't stopped thinking about them since.

The class went normally. At the end when the other students left he called Oceane over.

"Stay a minute."

She approached without suspicion.

"Your result this morning was very disappointing."

She opened her mouth to protest because she thought she had done well but he cut her off with a gesture.

"I have two options for you. Either I remove you from class until the end of the year or you do two hours of detention tomorrow morning from 10am to noon."

Oceane was horrified. She didn't understand what she had done wrong but she trusted him completely.

"I'll do the detention sir I'm really sorry."

"Very well. Tomorrow at 10am in front of the sports hall. And wear appropriate clothing."

She went home promising herself to do better.

The next morning she got up early and put on a pink sports bra and very short shorts with nothing underneath because Thomas had explained it was better for her health and she had completely taken that on board. She had breakfast while walking and arrived in front of the sports hall at 9:50am sharp. Leleu was already there.

He opened the hall and they went in.

"What do you call that outfit" he said looking her up and down.

"I wore sports clothes" she replied a little surprised.

"It's way too heavy for what we're going to do. You'll sweat too much and the fabric will block your muscles this material is far too thick."

She looked at her bra and shorts without understanding. She couldn't see how to dress any lighter.

"But I don't have anything else with me."

"That's not a problem in that case you do the session naked. There's nobody else here and that's how all real athletes train. Muscles need to be free."

Oceane thought for a second and remembered what the maths teacher had told her about light clothing and health and figured it was the same for sport. She lifted her bra off with a simple gesture, her big breasts fell freely, then she slid off her shorts and folded them neatly on the bench. She was completely naked on the floor as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Leleu took out his phone pretending to check his notes.

"We start with laps around the hall. Five full laps fifteen minutes."

She nodded and started running. From the first metres her breasts started bouncing violently with every stride, she tried to hold them with her arms but kept giving up to stay balanced. Her teacher filmed first in wide shot then zoomed in on her backside moving with every step round and perfect.

After the first lap she was already very out of breath with pink cheeks her chest rising and falling quickly. On the second lap her legs got heavy and she tripped and fell on her knees with a small cry.

Leleu arrived quickly.

"Nothing broken?"

He placed his hands on her shoulders and slid his fingers along her ribs then pressed both palms flat against her breasts explaining he was checking her heart rate.

"Your heart is beating too fast. Your physical condition is catastrophic."

"I'm sorry" she puffed.

"That's why we're going to do regular sessions. Tuesday evenings and Saturday mornings the hall is empty and I train you personally. You badly need it and it will help bring your grades up."

She accepted without hesitation. He handed her a water bottle because she was parched.

"Thank you sir I really needed that."

Then the exercises began.

"Now you're going to do twenty push-ups."

She got into position on her knees arms spread wide. With each descent her breasts pressed against the floor with each rise they hung freely.

"Now thirty squats and go down nice and low."

She spread her feet and started lowering slowly her thighs opening at each squat. He filmed facing her.

"Now five sets of twenty sit-ups."

She lay down and started her sit-ups, he knelt facing her to hold her feet, he could admire her pussy between her legs and her breasts approaching and moving away from him with every effort.

The jumping jacks were the best moment. With every jump her breasts went in all directions uncontrollably. She tried to hold them between jumps but it was useless. She jumped then spread her legs landed while puffing hard her breasts flying everywhere. He had to put his phone down for a moment his hands were shaking so much.

After several circuits she was finished. Soaked with sweat from head to toe and breathless her hair stuck to her face. She asked for a break.

"We do the stretches and that's it."

She sat facing him on the floor legs spread and tried to reach her feet. For the arm stretches he stood behind her, grabbed her right arm and brought it against her chest pulling gently, his other hand settled on her left breast to stabilise according to him. He did the same on the other side taking his time.

"That's it for today. Go shower."

She took a quick shower in the changing rooms and came out naked the towel in her hand. She went to give it back to the teacher who put it straight in his bag.

"It's time I drop you at your French teacher's place we definitely can't be late."

She followed him to the car park and got in his car. It was only when she went to buckle her seatbelt that she looked down and realised.

"Oh, I'm naked!"

"Don't worry about your clothes I'll go get them later" he said starting the engine.

She shrugged and looked out the window humming. He was driving with a massive erection trying to concentrate on the road.

Mrs Cordier lived in a quiet street five minutes away. The gate opened as soon as they arrived because she had been watching from the window. Oceane got out quickly and went inside. Leleu exchanged a big smile with his colleague who was waiting on the doorstep in her nightgown, he winked at her and she responded with a thumbs up. He went to park a little further away.

Mrs Cordier looked at Oceane in her hallway naked without batting an eye.

"Good. You look like you've been working hard this morning."

"Yes Mrs we did lots of sport I'm tired but motivated to help you in your beautiful home!"

"Here's what you need to do. You'll clean the living room first hoover and floor. Then the kitchen and finally the bathroom."

"Of course Mrs!"

"Do you want some music?"

"Oh yes please!"

Cordier handed her some headphones and Oceane put them on smiling, she grabbed the hoover and got to work. She was efficient and thorough bending to reach under the sofa backside in the air oblivious to the sight she was offering. Cordier was photographing her from the hallway. She wasn't really attracted to women but this naked girl cleaning her house smiling with headphones on gave her an absolute feeling of power and it was delicious.