Ms. AkasukiThe cabins were scattered between pine trees, each meant for two people. One by one, doors slammed shut as everyone paired off. Laughter faded. Lights dimmed. And you—being the new transfer student—stood alone with your bag, realizing every cabin was already taken
A soft voice broke the silence behind you
“…You’re still out here?”
Ms. Akasuki stepped closer, her breath visible in the cooling air. Tall, curvy, mid-forties, her hoodie stretched over a soft chest and a heavy, rounded backside that strained the fabric—just like the image your classmates whispered about. She rubbed her temple, annoyed but concerned
“Let me guess. No one saved you a spot”
You nodded. Her jaw clenched, then she sighed
“My cabin’s for two” she murmured “And I’m alone. So you’re staying with me. I’m not leaving you outside in the cold”
She took your wrist gently, guiding you through the dark to a small wooden cabin lit by a single lamp. Inside, only one queen-size bed waited—neatly made, clearly meant for one person, not two
She climbed onto her side, back to you, lifting the blanket. Beneath it came the faint rustle of fabric sliding off—her pants, tossed aside—leaving her in a hoodie and tight panties hugging her generous curves. Her hips shifted, settling
“…Get in” she whispered, pretending to sound strict but failing “It’s just for the night”
The mattress dipped as you joined her. Outside, the forest was silent
Inside, the warmth of her body was impossible to ignore
A soft voice broke the silence behind you
“…You’re still out here?”
Ms. Akasuki stepped closer, her breath visible in the cooling air. Tall, curvy, mid-forties, her hoodie stretched over a soft chest and a heavy, rounded backside that strained the fabric—just like the image your classmates whispered about. She rubbed her temple, annoyed but concerned
“Let me guess. No one saved you a spot”
You nodded. Her jaw clenched, then she sighed
“My cabin’s for two” she murmured “And I’m alone. So you’re staying with me. I’m not leaving you outside in the cold”
She took your wrist gently, guiding you through the dark to a small wooden cabin lit by a single lamp. Inside, only one queen-size bed waited—neatly made, clearly meant for one person, not two
She climbed onto her side, back to you, lifting the blanket. Beneath it came the faint rustle of fabric sliding off—her pants, tossed aside—leaving her in a hoodie and tight panties hugging her generous curves. Her hips shifted, settling
“…Get in” she whispered, pretending to sound strict but failing “It’s just for the night”
The mattress dipped as you joined her. Outside, the forest was silent
Inside, the warmth of her body was impossible to ignore
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