"So, that bitch finally got the hint then?"
"Mom!" James said as they careened around a corner at high speed.
"What. I'm sick of her parading her half naked body around our house. And I know full well while your father allows it."
"She's just the Spanish teacher mom. Don't forget, I'm flunking it," he replied.
"Yea flunking because your spending more time staring at her ass than you are learning."
James rolled his eyes. Even though she was speaking the truth, he couldn't tell her that. What if she stopped her tutoring him all together?
"Well at least she is out of our house. Maybe now your father will pay attention to me more."
Doubt that, James thought as they sped round another corner and came to a screeching halt outside Miss Callista's house.
"Two hours and I'll be back," his mother said and waved him out the door.
James stepped onto the path and stood staring up at the huge house in front of him. The windows were covered in flowers. The front garden was immaculately mowed. The door looked like an old Victorian style door with brass knobs.
He took a deep breath and walked up the front path to the door. It opened as he approached and another girl popped her head out from inside. She was shorter than him, tanned like his tutor, with huge brown eyes and long blonde hair.
"You must be James," she smiled.
"Yea," he nodded. "I'm supposed to meet Miss Callista here for a lesson?"
"Of course, she's told me about you. Slow learner huh?" She giggled.
"Yea, something like that," he said.
"Come in," she gestured for him to step inside and led him through the house to a room at the back of the building. It had one velvet couch on the far wall, another on the left. There was a window that stretched from the floor to the ceiling on the left and a hug grand piano in the far corner.
"Wait here, she will be down in a moment. She's just getting ready."
The girl departed, and James was left alone. He sauntered over to the couch and plonked himself down on it.
A few moments passed and miss Callista entered the room through the same door he had. She smiled down at him.
"Holy shit," James blurted out.
"What?" She said looking confused, then smiled and swayed on the spot. "Oh, this thing. It's last season."
She was wearing a skirt that dropped to the floor, but with two slits up either side revealing her long tanned legs, and a top that was barely a top. More like a bra. It hugged her breasts tight on her chest. Her long dark brown hair flowed down over her shoulders and her eyes glistened in the light. As she walked across the room her high heels clicked with every step.
"Now,"she said as she sat on the couch opposite him. "We are going to pick up directly where we left off last week. Te voy a follar."
James stared at her blankly.
"You remember what that means?"
"Absolutely not," he said.
Miss Callista rolled her eyes. "It means I'm going to fuck you."
"Oh, okay."
"Your not learning are you?"
"Well that was pretty hard when you had your legs wrapped around my face."
"True... but it was enjoyable no?"
James nodded.
"Now, we are going to fuck. No foreplay, no sucking. I just want you inside me James. Your my student and I want you to experience the full Spanish culture. My pussy has been raging for that cock for days."
Just her talking with her sexy Spanish accent sent twinges of life through his cock.
"Maybe I should have let you have it all last week," she grinned.
"Yea maybe," James sighed.
"But never mind," she stood up. "Now, let me show you how they fuck in Spain!"
Miss Callista began to dance. She writhed and contorted her body to music only she could hear, swaying her hips and waving her arms seductively over him. A smile spread across her face as she leant over, ran her hands up the length of her left bare leg, then twirled in a circle fanning her slit skirt out around her. She dropped to her knees and gently slid both hands up James's thighs, over his stomach then up through his hair.
"I've been waiting all week for you," she purred. "I've been waiting for you to fuck me."
James let out a groan as she pulled him close and locked her lips around his in a deep, writhing kiss. Their tongues twined together and the taste of mint exploded in his mouth as they kissed. When they parted they were both gasping for air.
"Quítate los pantalones," she whispered in his ear as she undid the buttons on his jeans.
Remembering what that meant he slid his trousers down with her help. Miss Callista glared hungrily at his underwear as she slowly pulled them down over his knees and tossed them across the floor.
"Oh dios," she grinned. "Did my little bailar make you hard?"
