A lesson in Lust

[The Dean]

This may have been tried before....

Duane isa very shy 18 year old guy...a virgin..... Cannot relate to females at all except for Miss Temple his Math tutor. Duane has a high IQ but wants to express himself to Miss Temple.


Miss Temple is highly sexed but has not had a lover for some time. She likes Duane but does not tap into his sexual fascination of her.

I really would like to build up the chemistry between the two, real slowly. The focus would be on Duanes desires and his painful embarasment at Miss Temple noticing his arousal on a number of ocassions. Duane adores sexy lingeries especially slips.

Any one out there want to run with this?

 

[plainjane]

Miss Temple

In my math classes at the hgh school I had probably the most talented math student I had ever met=. Whatever I presented to my classes he was always one step ahead of me.

Unfortunately in our small rural consoilidated high school we only had formal classes up though solid geometry. I dabbled with showing them a little calculus and trigonometry, but we couldnt offer the courses because there simply werent enough potential students.

One day after class I offerred to tutor him outside of school, to prepare him for math courses in college that I knew he would pursue.

He agreed to come to my house Saturday morning to get started

I was ready for him. I had my coffee and my breakfast and an assortment of math textbooks on the kitchen table. The only thing I hadnt done was dress. I shill had on my bathrobe over my nightgown.

 

[The Dean]

Electric sounds

Let me explain how it all started.

I had been detained in the study room. A couplke other students were there also. Miss Temple was busy arranging her next tutorial.

She has on a crisp white blouse and black skirt ober nylone. I say nylons as in the quiet atmosphere all I could hear was the rustling beneath her skirt.

This fascinaited me and slowly I became aroused not fully though. What was making that sound? Stockings , panty-hose or a petticaot rubbing against them. I use the word petticaot as that is what mom called them. My sister referred to them asl slips.

I had been fascinated by them through many glances at the Sears catalogue.

'Duane'? 'Can you step up here and help me'?

Miss Temple broke me back out of my thoughts. I got up and then realised the bulge in front of me. bUt no one else saw.

'Duane can u just put this algebra book back on the high shelf'? She had her back to me so i strode up took the book and obliged. Before I could return she spotted a pen on the floor and bent down to pick it nestlinf her ass right in my groin!

My cock leapt to rigidity as I felt her soft ass over it.
'I gotta go!' I shouted grabbing my books and sprinting out so that no one else noticed my discomfort.

There were other little incidents which occured such as the time, when left alone with Miss Temple (Janey) she had riased her skirt to pick at the hem saying too me....

 

[plainjane]

Jane Temple

I knew he liked me. I liked him too. He was treally cute but what i really liked was his devotion to his studies. We just dont often see that and he really applied himself to do his very best, and his best was very very good.

There had been occasions when we had brushed together and physically touched and a spark lit into a flame more often than he would ever know. I had never been personally involved with a student, but there had been a few that I would have if the circumstances worked out.

This was the first time I had ever had a student come to my own house. But there was no other place to do what we needed to do, outside of school hours, where our days were already pretty well filled. He was getting ready to graduate in a few months, and I wanted to do everything I could to make his college studies go well.

We sat at my kitchen table, and we started on Trigionometry. With all the geometry he knew, I knew he would catch on to it easily, but some familiarity would be useful to him later. From a colleague math teacher I obtained a set of lesson plans. After a brief one on one lecture, I showed him the first lesson, and loaned him a textbook, and asked him to do the first lesson and I would see him on Monday.

He kept looking toward me, but I knew he wasnt looking at the book. I realized my robe was open slightly, and he was staring at my breastline. Blushing I pulled the robe together and we went on.

Then he was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder rather than trying to read upside down. He was close to me, and I assumed it was because his eyesight wasnt the greatest. That might be true but again I felt he was looking over my shoulder all right, but not at the papers oin the table. Again my robe was open, and I realized he was looking down into my breasts.

I turned and my shoulder brushed against his crotch. Unmistakenly there was a hard object in there, and instantly I started to get wet and started getting ideas of a little after class activity.

But I put it aside, and told hyim to call me if he had any problems, and led him to the door and said goodbye.

Then I went to my bedroom, doffed my robe, and got out my vibrator and laid on my bed and closed my eyes. I fantacized about him doihg what thje vibrator was doing, bringing me to the biggest orgasm I had had in years.

Early the next morning, a Sunday, my phone rang. It was Duane. He had done the first lesson and two more, and was on the fourth and ran into a snag. We talked over the phone, but I detected that he wanted to see me, and after last night playing with myself and dreaming about his big hard cock I knew I wanted to see him too, so i suggested that he come on over.


I barely had time to get things in order, but this time intentionally I didnt dress.. I greeted him at my door again in my robe, but this time with a very skimpy little nightie, nylon and almost transparent. I wanted him to see my tits and hoped he would like them.

We went to the kitchen table and sat. I drank a sip of coffee and spilled it intentionally all over myself, and had to open the robe. He looked at me fascinated with the sight of an older woman with her breasts showing and her pussy sopping wet with a puddle of coffee, not to mention other fluids that had penetrated my garment.

 

[The Dean]

Oh don't mind me...

All I could see was that her skirt was riased showing the prettiest white slip. I blanched red and boned up.

Making an apology I left.

Then was the incident when i called at her placed for some revision.

All she had on was her robe with a nightie underneath...it was rtoo much for me to take and again I acted the jerk and pretended that I left an important text book behind and then left...

Then Chritmas came and I bumped into her at the hotel I was working part time at. She had booked in to attend a staff christmas party.

How embarased did I feel. She was danicing so sensously as i watched her. her slinky dress hugged her all over .there was a tantalising glimpse of slip lace evry once in a way...

It was too much for me.. i disapperaed intio the mens room to relieve the ache in my stiff cock...

Half way through she walked in.....

 

[plainjane]

Jane Temple

I sat there in my chair, with my wet nightie completely transparent. He could clearly see my pussy hairs through it, and I wasnt weearing any panties. I looked at him and said "Duane, dont you like what you see?". Then I slowly pulled up the hem and bared myself to him

After yesterday and last night I had to have him and I was going to.

I said "I teach you about mathematics. Let me teach you about sex too"