Teenage Temptations - Two - Sex Stories

Teenage Temptations - Two

A week had passed after I had held my first private English lesson. I had swapped careers, moving from my steady job in engineering to pursue my vocation as an English teacher. Now, I was reconsidering the wisdom of the whole thing, given the lapse in judgement with my first student. Emily was due for her second tutorial in the afternoon, and I was anxious about how things would turn out after her first visit. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about her. I had relived that moment when my cock had filled her lovely young pussy time and time again in the nights that followed. Be that as it may, I knew I had to stay focused on my work and not let her feminine wiles draw me in. Hoping that I could put all carnal thoughts to one side, I was dismayed when she arrived, again attired in her school uniform. It was that pleated skirt with her gorgeously smooth legs and knee high socks. I wanted to sweep my hand up those delicious thighs and explore inside her skirt. Suddenly I had to cope with her flowing hair, her unblemished skin and the sweet warmth of her scent, that wafted in my direction. Even before she had sat at my desk I was getting a hard on. I actually didn’t know how I was going to see through the hour with my cock making a painful tent in my trousers. Somehow, and with my dick intermittently rising and falling, we got down to business. I would be okay for a while as I discussed grammatical fine points. We touched on the gerund, hanging participles and the like ...

... and then my gaze would fall upon the outline of her breasts or her beautiful luscious lips and I would feel my loins stirring again. We had moved on to the subjunctive mood when Emily dropped a bombshell that sent my pulse racing. “Oh, hope it’s okay, Steve… my friend Izzy is meeting me here, in a bit.” “Izzy?” “Yes, Isobel. We’re going pony trekking for the weekend. She lives quite nearby, so her Mum will pick us up from hers.” “I see. But why is she coming here?” “You know…” “What?” “We thought you would like to meet her?” “Ummm… she wants me to tutor her? I need her parents…” “No. You know very well what I’m talking about Steve!” “Do I?” “Yes. And yes, she will be in her uniform too, before you ask!” “Oh.” “I know what effect it has on you, Steve. So don’t pretend otherwise.” “Emily…” “Oh stop it. There’s no point. Anyway, she’s coming round, so you had better take it on board and deal with it.” I was trembling. Yes, actually trembling just from the thought of being faced by two High School girls, whose hormones were pinging round like balls in a lotto machine. Emily smiled sweetly, and tapped my leg with her foot. I looked at her, and then down at my notes, attempting to drag the tutorial back to all things academic, when her foot began to brush the inside of my calf. “Have we finished for today, Steve, or is there more?” she, asked, her foot moving up to my knee. “I was going to go over the passive voice, but…” My words were cut short by the tap-tap on my door, which made ...