BEST SEX STORY PART-1
“Do you think you could give me private lessons, sir?” I looked up from the textbook and saw a 20 something girl gazing at me with desperation in her eyes. She had joined my batch the previous week to prepare for an English test. My immediate response was to shake the head – as a rule, I never gave private tuitions.
However, her vulnerable face made me reconsider my decision even before she had uttered a word in support of her request. I had wound up for the day and was about to leave the classroom when she approached me. All the students had filtered out by then and so, I decided to have a chat. Half an hour later, I agreed to help (?) prepare for the test.
As it was an unprecedented move, I still had to find answers to the When, Where and How long. Hence, we swapped numbers and I promised to text her the details within a day. The venue had to be my house as I couldn’t think of any other place. It was decided that I’d teach her in the mornings as I had to be at work only by late afternoon.
I soon learned that( ?) was not only married, but also the mother of a seven year old girl. That came as a shocker as she seemed quite young and curvaceous. She had smooth, caramel skin – a distinct feature I love about lasses from Kerala. Add to this her shoulder-length hair, a pointed nose, eloquent eyes and broad lips, and it came as no surprise that the males in her batch, though few in number, lavished their attention on her.
In short, she certainly was easy on the eye. Yet, what made her stand out was the way she carried herself. (?) was surprisingly well groomed and polished for a nurse, apart from being fashionable. Later, I found out that she’d spent a considerable amount of time in the Far East, which proved to be a watershed in her life.
A couple of weeks went by since we commenced training and (?)began making progress. I also found myself counselling her in a bid to boost her morale as she seemed to be in a perpetual state of fear and despair. She was under a great deal of pressure from her husband and in-laws as they viewed her as a passport to a better life overseas.
Having trained a number of nurses in my career, there was nothing novel about this and so, I focused my efforts on boosting (?) confidence. One day, I was forced to tell her off as she hadn’t completed her homework. This prompted an unexpected response from her – eyes brimming with tears,(?) began sobbing softly.
I froze on seeing this but soon regained composure and tried to pacify her. I went up to her, drew her close to my chest and tried to comfort her. This worked as (?) soon stopped weeping and wiped her eyes dry. Later, we continued the lesson as if nothing had happened. What transpired on that day, nevertheless, completely altered our relationship forever.
For the first time since beginning the private sessions, I began fantasising about (?). This led to me observing her keenly during our interactions. I was positive that she had feelings for me but both were bound by our respective marital status. I ached to feel her shapely body and taste her luscious, wide lips. The opportunity to do so presented itself when she playful pinched me once.
By then, we were pretty comfortable with each other and I often sat with my body pressed against hers. I started pinching her every time she made an error. Initially, I used to pinch her forearm and slowly progressed to her midriff. Since she never resisted, I mustered enough courage and pinch the flesh above her ribcage on that eventful day.
I knew I was tantalizingly close to her breasts as I could feel the contour of her brassiere. Now, (?) always teamed a pair of jeans or trousers with a formal shirt, often close-fitting. That day, she was wearing a pair of blue jeans and an olive green shirt. On feeling my fingers over her undergarment, she shot a stern look at me......................
the story contiuted.......... part2
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