NOTE: All characters are completely fictitious and are over the age of 18.
This story picks up from part 1 Tutoring: Engaging the Student
The events of the previous week played repeatedly in my head. I had taken on a student to tutor in a rather unorthodox style and subject area. She had approached me with a special tutoring arrangement to engage and help her understand the biology of sex, both the theory and practical aspects. I had taken her on despite my initial, albeit very brief misgivings.
Our first (very much unplanned) diagnostic session was as exciting as it was dangerous having occurred in my classroom lab at school. These kinds of extracurricular events were frowned on in schools.
The events over the follow days were somewhat strange, but probably not unexpected. First was the awkward class immediately following the engagement of my tutoring services and all that entailed (see part 1). Amelia seemed aloof and a bit standoffish or perhaps I was. This was to be expected I suppose if we were to be discreet about our agreement, which of course we were! Discretion is the better part of valour, I seemed to recall someone saying. I hoped I was being valorous in agreeing to help Amelia. I hoped Amelia was as discreet. It hadn't entered my head that she wouldn't be trustworthy. Was that naïveté or hubris?
We were at great pains not to behave in any way to raise suspicions of our proposed extracurricular activities. Perhaps we went too much the other way in seeming to ignore each other. Perhaps it was all in our head!
One day she did text to say she was trying to keep her head about her, but that after 'solemnizing' our arrangement (i.e., cumming together in the back of my room and tasting each other) it was all she thought about. She hoped to begin our lessons soon. To be honest she was all I thought about too.
Had I bit off more than I could chew? Was this a mistake? We were certainly horny for each other and wanted to move along with the 'tutoring'. I wrote back that all was good and that I had an initial session lined up for us for the next week. That seemed a long way off. It gave me time to plan.
We settled into a familiar pattern during the rest of that week: stolen glances and furtive hand touches as we reached for the same piece of lab equipment, or I lent her a pen. But it did seem like a fucking eternity.
She dressed rather more provocatively during that time too, almost taunting! Revealing tight shirts with plunging neck lines. They showed off the the anatomy I had neglected the first time we had 'worked together': her gorgeous tits. She also wore a short skirt one day, tight leggings another, and yoga pants the next. Those items accentuated her gorgeous ass, and her prominent exquisite thigh gap. One pair of yoga pants even gave her an ever so slight camel toe which she (and I!) seemed to revel in. Wonderful. And I knew she was wearing them for me.
I had to keep my wits about me as well, and not look too pointedly or have my eyes linger too long on her. That was hard. Furthermore, I had to be very careful not to think too much about her tutoring lessons for fear of sporting an erection during class. That would have been disastrous.
I did feel the need to rub one out in my class one day after school. She had texted to say she hadn't worn any underwear under her little tartan kilt (!) that day. She was hoping that I had noticed. I recall thinking that it was certainly possible she wasn't wearing any that day, but I hadn't been able to look closely enough. It is hard to ask that question of a student in biology class. 'By the way Ms. Corte are you wearing any panties? Can I look following the lab explanation?' Lol. I sent her a text afterwards that I had suspected but found it hard to tell.
The thought, however, of her naked pussy on her desk chair gave me an instant erection and that needed to be relieved. I went to the back of the room, the same location where I had ejaculated into her hands the week before and jacked off a large load into a Kleenex.
All the while that week I was planning what the first session was to be. That first lesson was the hardest to nail down. What would be an appropriate starting point?
Suddenly there was a knock at my door. And there, poking her head in, quite unexpectedly, was Ms. Amelia Corte. My heart skipped a beat.
"Hi, can I come in?" She asked looking carefully around to see if anyone else was in the room. There was just me. Was it bad that my cock began to swell?
We had had no class that day due to a school Spirit Assembly and Sports a Day, an annual event,so I had not seen what she was wearing today. It instantly took my breath away. She was in a very thin low-cut red and grey billowy see-through blouse shirt with an underlying black bustier that accentuated her beautiful B cup breasts.
That would usually be enough to get my blood flowing, but it was her bottom half that stole the show. She was wearing a skin-tight short black leather skirt with a snake patterned thigh high fishnet stockings (!) and mid cut high heeled black leather cum fuck me boots. Her long dark hair was loose and flowing, cascading down her neck and shoulders and had two red and grey ribbons tied on either side of their head. Cute as hell and fucking sexy. It was quite the sensual ensemble. How had I missed this today? Jesus!
What was with those stockings! I followed one snake that traversed her leg from knee to upper thigh, disappearing under her skirt. Lucky fucking snake. Hopefully a harbinger of things to come!
My eyes soaked her in as she seemed to float across my floor. Those legs were a thing of art. And was she wearing any panties today? I bet not. I could not see any panty lines. I wondered (and hoped!) if I'd get a chance to confirm my suspicions.
She didn't really wait for an answer to her question and dropped herself in a chair in the back row of the class behind a large table, this time well out of view of the door and hallway. Anyone wishing to come in or look in would have to go to considerable effort to see her where she sat.
