Teenage Temptations - Sex Stories

Teenage Temptations

... When I came back, I was surprised to see that she had pushed her chair back and put her feet on the table. This had the effect of making her skirt drift up her thighs, creating an even starker contrast between her white flesh and her dark socks. “Hope you don’t mind me making myself at home?” “Oh, no, that’s okay.” I sat down and placed the two mugs on the table, taking care not to spill any on her folder. I glanced her way briefly and it was like the effect of a light bulb on the retina. The shadowy depths of her thighs and the skimpy triangle of white was burned into my mind. I looked again, like a mischievous teen and then I gazed at her guiltily. She took a sip of coffee and looked at me expectantly. “What is it?” she asked. “What?” “Is there something wrong with my legs?” “Eh? No, why?” I felt my face go hot and red. Even without doing anything, I had transgressed the tutor student barrier – just by looking. Emily’s question, delivered with apparent indignation was replaced by a look of playful coquettishness. For a moment I sighed with relief. But it was the briefest moment, until she parted her knees and stroked one thigh, simultaneously flashing a delicious expanse of inner thigh and a white gusset. I knew I should have looked away, but it was like the voyeuristic pull of the car crash, forcing me to look despite all my best intentions. She didn’t need to speak, her eyes said it all… ‘You’ve been burning a hole through my skirt for the last half an hour. If you wanted ...

... to see up my skirt you should have said.’ It’s true, I had glanced down to her legs once or twice but that is all. Well maybe twice or three times… I wanted to nip things in the bud, aware that I was in a potentially compromising position. “Sorry, if I was indiscreet before. I think there was a misunderstanding.” What was I meant to say? With that, she opened her legs wider, hitching up her skirt at the same time. She made no allusion to her behaviour, but nonchalantly picked up her mug and took a sip, eyeing me suspiciously as I fought against another furtive glance. For the first time there was movement in my pants. I had so far managed to block out any inappropriate thoughts, but the combination of Emily’s provocation and the wonderful view of her nether regions had finally been too much to bear. To my alarm, I knew that once the wolf had sprung from his trap there was no going back. The sensation of my developing erection was so pleasurable that it fed on the gorgeous sight of Emily’s panties that I was soon packing a good hard on. “Can I ask you a question, Steve?” she said. “Sure.” “Have you ever done anything… with one of your students?” I knew what she meant, but I pretended not to. What was an awkward situation was accelerating and I wasn’t sure of the best way to handle it. “Done anything?” Emily lifted one leg and cradled the back of her knee with her hand, giving me a tantalizing view of the underneath of her thigh where it met her blue pleats. “You know… I mean, ...