An interview with her tutor - Chapter One - Sex Stories

An interview with her tutor - Chapter One

... young mind. She interpreted her every movement as filled with sexual connotations. As she had bent over the AV rack to start a video, Jay’s eyes had been locked on the tightness of her navy pencil skirt. The way it stretched over her perfect bottom, her VPL evident as a line bisecting each globe of her bottom beneath the tight material. So sexy! And, she was convinced she had seen the tell-tale bumps of suspenders, or was that just wishful thinking? She was brought back to the present by the strident, "Come," from within the office. She depressed the stainless steel door handle and pushed the door open. The office was an expansive corner one and was laid out with the large desk facing the door. Its surface was devoid of adornment. There was only a wireless keyboard and a desk lamp on the rich mahogany surface. The flat panel monitor was pushed back against the wall, a red light glowing on the webcam on its top edge. Off to the left of the door, a three-seater sofa and coffee table was in front of the desk. Jay gasped audibly as she took in the sight before her. Her tutor was sat behind the desk, her suit jacket on the back of her chair. She was wearing a scarlet silk shirt, unbuttoned to her waist, but held together by her right hand. As Jay stood there, Ms Hosty visibly relaxed and released the shiny material, allowing it to gape open lewdly. It revealed the swell of her alabaster breasts, barely contained in a skimpy quarter cup black lacy bra. Jay’s hand went to her ...

... mouth to hide her open mouthed amazement. “Sorry Ms Hosty, should I come back later?” she asked. “Don’t be silly girl. Don’t just stand there with your mouth open, come in and lock the door.” Jay pushed the door closed behind her, turned and locked the door. “Give me the keys, girl.” Jay pulled the bunch of keys out of the lock, took three paces across the office and handed her tutor the keys. “Now go over to the sofa and sit down,” she continued. Jay turned, negotiated her way around the coffee table and sat on the edge of the sofa, her knees together, her hands clasped on her knees. She nervously tugged her skirt down. “So young lady. I’m pleased to see you are prompt, I detest un-punctuality in my students.” She leant forward and steepled her hands in front of her face her elbows resting on the desk. Jay couldn’t help but stare, as her breasts were framed by the red silk. Her apparently engorged nipples visible above the cups of her bra. Ms Hosty looked down at her exposed breasts smiled to herself and said,“Ah good, I have your attention. Now would you like to tell me just exactly to whom you were communicating during my lecture yesterday?” “Me Ms Hosty? No-one Ms Hosty. I was only taking some notes, erm, to support the lecture notes you issued, Miss.” Jay felt the colour drain from her face in horror, realising that she’d been busted after all. “Jay, do you really want to endure the shame of expulsion for the second time in your educational career? I’m certain your parents ...