Marla faced her mirror finishing applying the red lipstick, which she then sealed with her lip-gloss. She lightly tussled her brown curly hair with her free hand. Looking at her watch it was time that she left and made way to today's lesson. Passing the full-length mirror in the hall she stopped and gave herself a once over.
She is a woman of a fuller figure but at 5'9'' tall she was able to carry off the bigger build in a much sexier way than many could achieve. Today she had worn a very loose blouse and tight skirt. However, she would need to change for her lesson and had packed a holdall so that she could change. Anyone who knows her would say that her appearance is always immaculate and many of her husband's friends always took long lingering looks at her. It was partly for this reason that she would change after she had arrived at the school.
Parking her car she was aware of a few of the children making their way home after the day's studies. Locking her car she slung the holdall over her shoulder then took the short walk across the tarmac. This was more enjoyable due to the warm spring weather and very slight breeze. Entering the school she noticed the corridor was noticeably cooler than outside. It was still and silent, except for the clicking of her heels as she made her way to the art workshop. The door was open and her private tutor, Jay, spoke without looking round.
"Hello, Marla. I will be with you in just a moment." She watched him as he finalised the clearing of the remnants of the day's classes. He turned and saw her for the first time his mouth fell open. "I thought that today of all day's you would not be so pristine in your attire." Marla's quizzical look must have thrown him. "It's just I thought you had asked if we could do some work with clay this week?"
She laughed, "That's why I have a change of clothes in the bag. I just didn't want to put on my sloppy clothes until I got here and was sure the class was still on."
"You pay for the one to one tuition so you to a degree dictate what we do. Do you want to change in the side room, its not the biggest room in the world but it will afford you a bit of privacy." Marla nodded but felt like telling Jay that she would happily strip in front of him. Moving to the side room she took out the loose and baggy white t-shirt, her flowing black skirt and finally her trainers. Taking her blouse carefully off she folded it and placed it in the bag. Then she removed her white lacy bra freeing her 44DD breasts. Her nipples had started to stiffen in part due to the cooler air but also due to the anticipation of her one to one with Jay. She quickly pulled the baggy top over her head. Talking her black heels off she then slid down her tight skirt. These items were also put in the bag. Marla was now naked from the waist down as she rarely wore knickers even under her most reserved of outfits. Drawing the flowing dress up to her waist she was ready for her lesson. As she walked she was aware that her ample chest was jiggling around noticeably inside the t-shirt with her nipples sticking up and out of the fabric.
"What a transformation." Jay announced as she came into the room. "Now, I hope you are aware that we may get a little dirty today." Had she imagined a little suggestiveness in this comment?
"What are you saying?" She asked noticing that he went a little red.
"I meant that we wouldn't be able to stop the clay from getting on you. Do you want an apron?" She certainly didn't mind the possibility of getting her clothes a little wet or dirty but she was certainly not going to miss this chance of maybe flashing a little bit of flesh at Jay.
"No, its quite alright if these clothes get ruined."
He smiled at her and motioned they move across the room to the potter's wheel. Jay sat in the seat immediately in front of the wheel and started to press on the pedal, which rotates the wheel. Marla watched from the side with her attention split between Jay's hands, the expert tuition and his fine male physique. From her first lesson she had been attracted to the blond handsome tutor. He is a little over six feet tall, well toned and muscular.
"Are you watching Marla, it will be your turn in a moment." She smiled a little guiltily as his big hands began to shape the clay on the wheel. "As you can see it needs to be kept wet while you must make sure the clay is always under control." His hands controlled the clay which rose in the basic form of the soon to be vase. "Now at the top gently push a finger in." Marla's mind wandered as she wished that Jay were gently inserting his finger in another damp place. She disciplined herself to listen. "Now make the opening bigger but ensure that the opening is even, like so." Before her eyes with an apparent lack of effort Jay had produced a vase. He slowed the wheel and with the wire cut the base of the vase from the wheel. "See how easy that was." He smiled. "Well I don't expect yours will go so well but are you ready to have a go?"
Marla nodded and they changed position. Her first effort saw the clay spin off the wheel very quickly. They both laughed, Marla felt at ease in Jay's company he never made her feel belittled if her efforts did not produce the works of art she craved. She threw the clay back on to the wheel, yet again despite her attempts, she couldn't get the hang of this art. She looked at Jay, "Tell me why do you stay so patient with me when I produce this type of work?"
"You should relax more. If you are too tense you can't 'feel' the clay as well. Look let me help." With that he moved behind Marla and placed his hands over hers. "Now gently with that pedal. That's it keep it steady." His large hands covered hers and she smelt his scent as she leaned softly back into him. It was going reasonably well until their concentration was disturbed. There was a tap at the door it was the department head.
