1. Teaching Tara: Part III - The T-shirt


    Date: 9/3/2017, Categories: First Time Author: jessiikt 

    I spent all evening thinking about my afternoon with Mr Tanner. I would close my eyes and relive his kiss, warm and so sexy. And what came after, how he’d undone my shirt and exposed my breasts, kissing and licking them. It felt somehow wrong, to be almost naked with a man so much older. My dad had always told me that only my husband should see me naked, but it had felt so good to have Mr Tanner’s mouth and hands touching my breasts. I could feel myself getting excited at the thought of a future lesson. I had already decided that I would return. I wanted to date boys, and having no experience, I knew I needed Mr Tanner’s help. How else would I learn? I did not want boys laughing at me for never having been on a date. I started thinking of what I would wear. Mr Tanner had told me to wear a tight fitting shirt and no bra. I never wore tight fitting clothes, let alone a shirt without a bra. I looked through my wardrobe, finding nothing but large blouses. There was nothing that would be tight fitting. Then I went through my dresser. I had a few old t-shirts from a few years back. They were too small, as my breasts had grown in the last 2 years, surely that wouldn’t work. I took a red t-shirt out of the drawer and tried it on. It was much smaller than the rest of my clothes, and surely would not be what I would wear in public, as it made my breasts look larger than they were. Dad would say I looked like a slut. I took it off and put it away. I would decide tomorrow what to wear. ...
    ... The following afternoon, I got home from school and ran to my room. I wanted to go to Mr. Tanner’s house and continue our lessons, but did I have the nerve to wear the 2 year old t-shirt I’d tried on last night? I knew I couldn’t show up with this large blouse, he’d be annoyed. I wanted to show him I was a grown woman. I took the shirt out of the drawer and removed off my blouse and bra. I slowly pulled the t-shirt over my head and down over my breasts. The shirt left nothing to the imagination. My large round breasts were highlighted, my nipples visible through the material. They got harder wondering what Mr Tanner would think. Hopefully he wouldn’t be disappointed. I left my room and walked over to Mr Tanner’s house. I would have run over, but without a bra, I felt uncomfortable running, my breasts felt like they’d be bouncing all over the place. I felt very exposed and considered going back home. I knocked on Mr. Tanner’s door. He opened the door slowly, “Welcome Tara, I’m so glad you decided to come over again. You look beautiful. I love your shirt. I’m glad you took my direction.” He took my hand and led me into the house. He turned and moved really close and leaned in to kiss me, licking my lips and pushing his tongue into my mouth, running his hand along my shoulder, down my breast to my torso. “Tell me Tara, how do you feel, wearing something that shows your beautiful body?” “I feel awkward Mr. Tanner. I’ve never shown so much of myself before.” “Well you are beautiful ...
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