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Tutoring Amy

... her favorite bubble bath blends. As the tub filled, Victoria answered a rather desperate call of nature and then quickly scanned her smartphone for any missed calls or messages. Nothing of any importance other than an email from one of her teaching assistants. By the time she’d replied to the email, her bath was ready. She shut off the water and then sank her very sexually sated body down into liquid heaven. Now for the first time since she’d awoken that morning, Victoria Richardson truly relaxed. Closing her eyes, her thoughts drifted back over the sequence of events that had led to the phenomenal night of passion she’d just spent. It had all begun in the most off hand and casual manner six months ago. Returning to the campus of the University of California at Berkeley after the summer break to begin preparations for the fall semester, Dr. Victoria Richardson PhD resumed her morning custom by stopping into a little café called The White Cliffs Tea Room. Having been born and raised in Reading, Berkshire, England: Victoria Richardson loved her tea. The atmosphere of the place reminded her so much of home and it was so much more relaxed and quiet than a Starbucks. It definitely catered to a more mature and sophisticated clientele. It had been family owned and operated for nearly seventy-five years by a family who were originally from Dover on the English Channel. They had fled the city and made their way to America in fear of a Nazi invasion in 1940 and Victoria had come to ...

... know them all very well over the years she frequented the establishment. However on that early August morning, Victoria encountered a new face behind the counter. An absolutely radiant and enchanting young woman of twenty-one named Amy Sullivan. Victoria was a rather imposing woman of 5’10. Amy was only 5’5, but had the most alluring and lovely feminine figure Victoria had ever laid eyes on. Yet it was the girl’s face; particularly her beatific smile and her dazzling sapphire blue eyes that really captured Victoria. Amy radiated an equal mix of angelic innocence and goddess-like beauty while her smile sparkled with heaven’s light. Wearing a bright red San Francisco 49ers ball cap on her head, long locks of glowing golden blonde hair dangled out from underneath it, beautifully cupping and framing her gorgeous face. And as to that statuesque and curvaceous figure; it was wrapped in a snug pair of jeans that divinely accentuated her perfect hips and a white T-shirt that highlighted her bountiful chest, all under a pale blue apron. Amy’s skin was a gorgeous complexion of peaches and cream, her arms were long and willowy with sensual hands and long sexy fingers with clear-polished fingernails. Plus the girl was just so bubbly and out-going; literally bursting at the seams with darling personality and pleasantness. But what Victoria didn’t realize at that moment was that she was being equally sized up and admired as well. Amy’s eyes had been instantly lassoed by the older woman’s long ...