1. Teenage Temptations


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: DanielleX, Rating: 43, Source: LushStories

    I was never cut out to be a tutor in the traditional sense. Standing up in front of a class of students, attempting to keep them engaged isn’t how I roll. I know my subject inside out and back to front. English grammar, literature and style is my thing and I enjoy imparting my knowledge. But writing on a blackboard – that wasn’t me. So, after 20 years in engineering, I decided to switch careers and turn my hobby into a job. I did the course in teacher training – I already had my BSc and set myself up as a private tutor. Living smack bang in the catchment area for the local Girls’ High School, I figured I could get some nice work for anyone looking to get the very top grades. I put an ad in the local paper as well as on the interweb, offering my services. If my own experience as a student was anything to go by, school can only get you so far. I wanted to help the students who wanted to go the extra mile. The words ‘going the extra mile’ would turn out to have more meaning than I could have imagined. I don’t consider myself a pervy man but when my first student was dropped off by her mother last week, I got quite a shock. I had driven past the High School on the odd occasion, so I well knew the uniform was on the revealing side. In fact given the austere edifice and its reputation for traditional values, the shortness of the skirt on their uniform, was surprising. However, driving past and seeing a bevy of sixth formers pouring out was one thing – having one of their number ...
    in my house was another. I don’t know why, I expected her to be in her weekend clothes. Emily was articulate and spoke with the rounded vowels of her peers, rather than the accent of the mall. She had long sandy blonde hair, straight and sleek and then crimped for the last third. Her blue eyes were kind and intelligent. “You’ve come straight from school?” I asked, stupidly. She nodded and smiled in the affirmative, as she passed me her folder. Her light blue shirt was crisp and deliberately a size too large, and it was unruffled except for the subtle contours of her breasts. Her top two buttons were undone, to allow her it seemed, the luxury of removing her tie – the only departure from her uniform. I tried not to look at her legs but it was impossible not to. Her skirt was a royal blue with broad pleats that finished what seemed way too high on the thighs. Her knee high socks were what did it for me though. The combination of black hosiery, white flesh and blue skirt might have been designed to make my heart race and tapped into some primeval desire I didn’t know I had. I had a strong sense of professionalism and was aware that my performance with my first student would go a long way to securing more business; word of mouth was as good as any ad. After thirty minutes, following a brief introduction, it was going well and I thought it would be nice to offer my student a cup of coffee. Emily accepted my hospitality and I left her alone briefly while I organised the cafietiere. ...
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