Summer Episode - Bikini Bash [Yumi]

It always felt weird... To be thinking about a person only for that person to suddenly up and knock on your doorstep, calling out to her. Even Alisa couldn't help but cook her brow, a surprised look flaring on her face for the briefest of moments before her lips widened into a smile:

"Comiiing~!", she called out cooly after she spat out the froth of toothpaste, grabbed a glass of water and filled herself a cup, rinsing out what little remained before wiping her mouth gently with her

One last time, Alisa glanced at herself in the mirror. Though she hadn't expected to see anybody, though she hadn't actually made herself properly presentable in any remote sense of the word, that instinctive desire to look her best always shone through.

If nothing else just to make sure her slightly damp shirt, still idly clinging to her curvaceous upper body, wasn't sheer enough to show her student anything she wasn't supposed to see, running her hand down her sinuous form, smoothing out some of the more excessive kinks in that lazy little number, before finally stepping briskly out of the bathroom to open the door. In the end, when she finally reached for the door to her room and pulled it open, she actually still had her toothbrush in hand, flashing her that cool, yet radiant smile as she came to face with the ravishing redhead that had set up this wonderful little weekend for her classmates and the faculty in kind:

"Good evening Miss Tasukai~", greeted the sculptress, taking a moment to let her gaze subtly wash over the girl standing before her and her choice of casual wear. Indeed, they had ample time thus far to see each other in their bikinis, so it was nothing she hadn't seen... Yet as her first time seeing Yumi in such a casual, indoorsy attire, Alisa's look brightened ever so slightly at how endearing she looked, raising a hand over her mouth as she chuckled in a mix of amusement and admiration, "Fufufu~ By all means, come in on... My... Never imagined you'd actually have a full piece for me this quickly."

She had to admit, it was quite impressive. As she spotted the trolley the girl dragged on behind her, Alisa's hand went to her cheek, a faint look of admiration not only towards the girl in front of her but how quickly she worked. That said, she couldn't quite help but notice the oddity of the situation, her own choice of attire, enough to throw her a playful little line as a mischievous smirk drew on her lips:

"Coming into your teacher's room at this hour of the evening... Just what would people say if they saw us, hmm~?", teased the teacher, winking playfully at her student before stepping aside and letting her show herself in, motioning with idle hand, inviting her student in, visibly curious to see what she had in store.

Yumi might easily pick up on that subtle, if not unnoticeable hint of excitement way Alisa's eyes ever so often drifted to her suitcase, brow raised, reminding herself how she never had anybody crafting her a swimsuit nobody else had.

"Hmmmm~...", bringing a finger to her lips and chuckling softly at Yumi's request, a look of playful pondering drew on Alisa's lips as she smiled, "...I suppose I could do that... As a special favour to you~", giggling as she ultimately just winked at her student, finally taking note of her glasses rather attentively as she added, "I see you're already settling into the part... After all, I didn't know you wore glasses... You should wear them more, they look lovely on you, Yumi~"

For Alisa, offering praise where praise was due was simply the natural thing to do. She never thought much of it, despite that admiring smile on her face, and that nonchalance often made her words seem not so much like a compliment but a simple observation. As Yumi slipped inside the room, her teacher close the door, dipping into the bathroom and putting down her toothbrush, coming with with both hands on her damp hair, pulling it into a single long bundle towards the front as the girl noted how she wasn't exactly finished yet:

"Don't worry, far be it from me to rush the hand of a fellow artist.", raising her hands in front of her once she was done with her hair, waving them dismissively, Alisa shook her head and reassured her student, that she wasn't about to pressure her into delivering her work quickly. It wasn't as though she had any deadline, Alisa wasn't really paying her for it or anything at all. She couldn't even be mad if she opted not to do it, even if she'd have been sorely disappointed... At the same, she was clearly interested in what the girl had to show her, her hand raising her mouth, brow raising once she finally pulled her work out of the suitcase, "Oh my~... That looks gorgeous."

From that point on, Alisa saw no clips or pins... Utterly speechless, almost as though she could imagine what the finished swimuit without it, and admire the amount of work her student put into it as her hand came to rest on the smooth fabric, wondering how comfortable it might feel once she's put it on. In the end though, she couldn't help but admire Yumi's newfound confidence... She seemed almost... Glowing... That vibrance Alisa always appreciated about her, right here, plain as day:

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be getting a loooooot of comissions once they see me in this~", teased the sculptress as her student pressed the outfit firmly enough for her it to squish ever so softly into the plushness of her pliant bust, taking the swimsuit into her hands, "Well, when you put it like that... How can I ever Possibly say no~? I'll just be a second, Yumi~"

After all, Alisa wasn't about to strip naked before her student... Granted, she'd have probably seen all that and more in the locker rooms earlier, but... With the two alone in the same room it felt like... A bit too much? And so, Alisa excused herself and slippied inside her bathroom, peeling off her damp T-shirt and shorts before admiring Yumi's handiwork once more. For a while she just stood there, pressing the fabric against her bare, glistening body as she admired her own reflection with a satisfied smile on her face:

"I must admit, it does look wonderful on me~...", hummed the sculptress, before slipping sliding the bottom piece over those long, graceful legs until it sat comfortably around her hips, before doing the same to that bikini top, fastening it around her full, firm breasts, finally running a finger under the edges of those pink and violet triangles until they looked neatly simmetrical... She actually took a few seconds just taking in her reflection, her lips curling wider, tracing an idle finger around the almost floral pattern on the cups, "Really wonderful..."

In the end though, the sculptress calmly sashayed out of her bathroom and back to where Yumi awaited her return, that subtle left and right sway of her full hips producing a rather eye catching effect as the silky purple pareo fluttered left and right:

"Well... How do I look~?", she spoke at last, flashing that cool smile as she flipped her long, silky wet hair behind her shoulder, resting the hand behind her neck as she struck a pose for Yumi, shifting to the side ever so slightly, letting her admire her handiwork modelled by her teacher's full figured form~


Bikini Tryout

"Well I certainly admire your committment~", chuckled the sculptress, noting one of the more laudable traits she could ever find in a fellow artist, giggling gracefully sh she admired that every beautiful shade of red on the redhead's cheeks.

But at the same time, she'd grown to acknowldge Yumi as such for a long time now. That kind of investment and passion about one's pasttimes, despite not knowing whether or not they might ever become a career, the worries about not being able to keep doing them:

"Fufu~ Well I'm pretty sure that won't stop your classmates from asking when they see it for themselves.", she added, smiling confidently as she winked at her, resting her hand on her Yumi's shoulder before peeling herself away from her, "But I most certainly wouldn't complain about that, you can rest assured~"

While she could defenitely feel the pins around her and understand the work wasn't quite finished yet, Alisa also knew it wouldn't take much longer for it, especially in the hands of such an attentive stylist. Maybe it might have been after she'd been swimming around in it for a while, but for now, stretching her arm like that over her head merely made the fabric squeeze just a bit tighter, fluffing out her cleavage even so slightly. While she could certainly feel a certain tension around that generous bust, it hardly felt uncomfortable:

"Like this...?", with a playful smile on her face, she reached that hand a bit further around the neck, giving Yumi all the freedom she needed she needed to get to work. Clearly, Alisa had gotten a lot more than she ever hoped for, not that she doubted Yumi's ability, but rather could never imagine she'd dedicate so much effort to her teacher.

Shaking her head, the tall woman reached for her shapely thigh and gently slid her finger a few inches higher along the sheer fabric, her smile actually widening at the pleasant sensation. For a stylish woman with skin as sensitive as Alisa Vollan, she could certainly admire the care that went into making this swimsuit, down to the choice of fabric:

"Oh, not at all~ I love how silky it feels against my skin, and I must admit... That was a lovely touch.", she spoke, tracing the curve of her supple thigh through the fabric, watching her reflection with visible delight until her hand came to rest on her hip. Letting out a playful little giggle, glancing at her student as she got to work marking the last tweaks, she took a moment admiring her own reflection on the full body mirror in front of her, "I must admit, I was actually surprised you managed to get this far with only a couple measurements over my clothes... But then, I always knew you were talented~"

She never had any doubt towards the girl's talent, but at this point, Yumi had probably heard it over again, even seen that encouraging smile as she looked into those vibrant eyes of amber, yet this time, she had whole other emotion on her face as she looked at her, brow arched in bewilderment:

"...Even more surprising is watching you go this far for your teacher... Spending so much time to make her something stunning like this."

And she'd most certainly do that... After all she'd no doubt some people, fellow teachers and maybe even some students, would be eager to ask here where she got her hands on swimwear that stunning. Though Alisa may have certain lines she wouldn't cross, she saw no harm in praising another's beauty. She'd have looked almost baffled if the girl's words hadn't simply made her smile, until she merely giggled, raising her hand gracefully over her mouth:

"My, why in the world would that be wrong, hmm? Especially when I have you to thank for that~", she replied, brow raising in bewilderment as the redhead got to work in marking the outfit, letting her arms down from the pose when the girl backed away, turning to face her properly.

She had to admit though, that caring nature of hers warmed her heart until her smile looked warmer. As the initial surprise at Yumi's committment, Alisa's playful posture steadily returned as she cupped her chin:

"You know, one of my students once told me something about suffering for one's art~", teased the teacher with a mischievous look in her eyes, cheekily nodding back to the redhead's choice of words earlier before adding, "Though I certainly appreciate not having to~ ...Hmmm... It's not so much that I'd be uncomfortable but...", in the end, the sculptress smiled almost awkwardly, apologetically even, folding her arms under her chest, rubbing her arm as she added, "...Surely I won't need to explain why~..."

Even though there were lines she wouldn't cross, Alisa had to admit. She never imagined she'd ever find herself doing any of this with one of her students:

"Well, I can assure you, you're the first student to ever go this far for me.", noted the teacher, scratching her temple with an almost quizzical look on her face, amused at how Yumi seemed to find her efforts the most natural thing in the world, so much that she looked almost flustered at the ever flowing flood of praise from her admiring teacher. In the end, when the girl looked at the outfit, Alisa couldn't help but glance down. Sure it was a bit long but, no big deal about it, right. And so, she shrugged, scratching her temple as a doubtful look flashed on her face, "Hmm, hardly looks that way to me, but... Very well~"

In the end, she smiled and winked playfully, still perfectly willing to let Yumi see for herself: And a catwalk was exactly what she gave her. From one model to another, Alisa hardly saw any wrong with it as she stepped away from Yumi, her posture cool and casual despite the poised perfection of her motions. One foot stepping right before the other as those full hips shifted left and right like a pendulum, almost hypontically, mesmerizingly so. The bottom piece looked comfortable enough, and even though the pareo did graze the ground every so often, the teacher looked at ease in it too.

As she reached across the room, Alisa rested one hand there as she looked over her shoulder and turned on one heel, strutting right back to where she'd left, tucking a loose lock behind her ear as she smiled and allowed her stylist to gaze upon her work. The stylish top seemed only loose enough to allow her bountiful bosom to ripple ever so softly, not in any way uncomfortable, after all, Alisa wasn't really planning to jog in her swimsuit.

"See... Nothing wrong with the-", but in the end Yumi's fear became true as the laid back sculptress trapped the tip of her pareo under her bare foot, her eyes shooting wide as a she gasped and wobbled forward. Unable to regain her balance, she stumbled right onto her student, "Whaaa...!"

Well, Alisa certainly hadn't planned for that one. In a flash Yumi, moved in to protect her from the nasty face first fall, but in the end they had a while other surprise cope with, Alisa's eyes widening as she fell face first on her student's supple lips, her bountiful bosom bouncing softly into hers and unwittingly gave one of her students a hell of a lot more than she ever imagined she might:

"Mmmnf...!", her throaty little sounds muffled by Yumi's perfect pout, the sculptress's cheeks turned a deep, heated shade of red at the shivering, startling sensation, her entire body tensing as it squished against her student's. And yet...

Just as Yumi eased into it, Alisa followed suit, and for that breathtaking second, her first instict failed to pull her off as if obeying some invisible force she never knew existed. She froze in place, as if there was something irresistible, something magnetic about that pillowy pout underneath her, until she could only linger there and brush against Yumi's lips, subtly, barely noticeably, yet something she could hardly miss as the taller woman's breath washed over them. The sweetness of Alisa's luscious lips, that after shower fragrance clinging to her body... The softness of her sinuous form against hers, the smoothness of her bare skin as those deft hands gripped to Yumi's waist as they fell. Even the silky softness of those jet black strands draping down on her amber eyed face. Alisa had indeed shown her favorite student a lot more than she ever imagined, and after those first few moments of lingering, she took a good long look at the shocked girl lying below her, the stunning sight enough to finally jolt her from her daze with a gasp. Hastily scrambling back up, the equally shocked teacher offered her student a hand and helping her back up:

"M-My apologies... That was... Quite the embarassing little fall hmm?", she asked, almost flustered as her idle hand rose daintily over her mouth, chuckling softly, as if hopelessly hoping to dismiss the awkwardness. Clearly even the cool Alisa had her limits in the face of an unexpected kiss, that flirtatious confidence all but faded, replaced with a hint of pink on her cheeks. She could still feel the aftertaste of her every time she curled her lips, more than enough to glance away from the ravishing redhead and her startled amber hues, "I suppose this is one of those cases you'd have rather be wrong than right~..."

The end result was a visibly vulnerable, troubled teacher who couldn't help but cross her arm under her bust: Despite chuckling off the accident, she kept musing on what happened. As completely unintentional as the kiss may have been, there was one thought she couldn't quite shake...

She lingered...

Why did she linger? Did she want to kiss her...? Thinking back on it brought her no measure of shame, for even if the kiss may have been accidental, the moments that followed certainly weren't. Used to trusting her instincts, Alisa could only feel as though they had betrayed her, her mind muddled by the mother of all mixed feelings on the matter, idly adjusting her dishevelled hair and bikini as if needing something to do with her hands.

In the end, she too accepted the chance to look away from those alluring eyes of amber, glancing down towards the swimsuit on her body, as if checking if all the pins were still in place and nothing had come loose, except for, well, the pareo which had now draped down those long, elegant legs:

"Oh, good idea... Wouldn't want to risk your wonderful work with another fall now, would we~...?", she added, that playfulness of her words understandably devoid of the flirtatious tones they often carried, as the scultpress merely bent over and reached down, picking up the pareo, rolling it carefully between her arms, holding the silky fabric over her torso as she nodded, "I'll just be a minute..."

And with that, she turned on one heel, those long dark tresses fluttering about ever so softly as the sculptress briskly retreated into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, actually surprised at the look on her face. She didn't remember the last time she blushed like that, or looked so utterly stunned by something as simple as a kiss. Yet something clearly frightened this confident teacher who prided herself in knowing what she wanted... It wasn't kissing Yumi by accident, or even those few seconds longer... But rather, If she were to ask herself, with absolute certainty whether or not she wanted it... She wasn't sure the answer would be "no".

"W-well... What was that."

She'd never been in this position before... In the end she merely opened the tap and brushed some water on her face, as if to wash over what remained of the preceding daze. Accident or not, she had just kissed one of her students. Alisa took a long, deep breath, and then another, chest heaving as she steadied the palpitations in her chest, eyes narrowing as she sought a measure of clarity in those few moments alone. If this came out, she'd almost certainly be fired. But she could deal with that... The truly troubling part laid in the danger it could pose to Yumi's budding career as a teacher. She'd need some time to make sense of these confusing feelings, but for the time being, a clear goal helped her focus and thus she swapped out of her swimsuit, folding it neatly as she slipped her pajamas back on and finally stepped out of the room, bringing it to her student:

"There you go. It's alright, take as long as you need.", she spoke, about as reassuringly as she could in an effort to act, well, normal, flashing her that soft smile, even though the awkwardness was very much still present as she idly scratched her temple and returned the incomplete swimsuit. If Yumi actually looked into those wine red orbits for even a moment, Alisa would almost instinctively glance away, a hint of shade quickly coloring the paleness of her cheeks.


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