Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Teachers Young Pet #1

The story of a tutor in his 40's and his 17 year old teen student crossing the line during a fateful stormy night while being watched by their neighbour. A story about carnal desires and the taste of youth.

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I was like anybody else, a healthy 17 year old. There was nothing awe inspiring about me. I was 5'2, outgoing, had a big social circle of friends who adored me, had a loving home, a good education and cute looks. With my soft caramel skin, pink full lips, long black hair that reached my waist, my tiny hips and luscious supple breasts, I wasn't the most gorgeous being around, but I could still turn quite a few heads. Back then, I had a tutor. He was a plump looking old gentleman, 5'8, 42 years of age who home tutored mathematics to a few freshmen in college. He lived with wife and twin kids. I had been studying under him for two years by that point. He was a very nice and friendly guy. He'd properly praise students for doing a good job and would help those who lagged behind in studies. A pat on the head, a pat on the back, an occasional half hug was very normal to him and his students. He would lean over his students while he taught maths. Noone ever thought anything of it. He never touched anyone inappropriately and never glanced at anyone in a perverse way. So when he leaned over me and showed me the maths I had done wrong, it was nothing abnormal.

Over the course of the year my grades had improved tremendously, there was nothing to complain about. Occasionally when he would lean over, take the pen from my hand and show me how to do a math correctly, the cap of the pen or the knuckle of his thumb would accidentally brush over my underside of my breasts. It happened only a few times and he showed no indication of ever noticing. It was a day duing the beginning of monsoon season.

I was suddenly caught by a late evening shower on my walk to his house for my tuition classes. School had just ended for the day. The weather had not forcasted any news of rain for the day so I did not carry any umbrella with me. I arrived at his door, soaked down to my bones and shivering. I hurriedly rang the doorbell to be let into the warmth of his home. Waiting for the door to open, I saw his neighbour in the next building hurriedly unlock his own door to get inside. The poor soul looked half a decade older than me and like a drowned rat, he had been caught in the rain just like me. The door infront of me creaked open, revealing Sir. It was unusual for him to come to the door, his wife always did that. He took one look at me and quickly ushured me inside. He disappeared into his room while I stood inside his living room, cold and shivering, dripping from head to toe. He came back with a towel in hand and suggested I change into some of his wife's clothes before I caught a nasty cold. He informed me how his wife and his kids had gone over to his mother-in-laws place for about a month for their kids' school vacation.

He had stayed behind for his students and he assured me his wife wouldn't mind me borrowing her clothes. I say no reason to say no. I put down my bag (waterproof, thank heavens) on the living room floor and went inside the bedroom to change. Sir followed in behind me and headed to the dresser. He found a white selwar kamiz for me and laid out on the bed.

thing that its after sundown so noone could see you look like that. Now, change quickly, I'll be waiting for you in the study room."I looked down to

of the room. I locked the door and started changing. To my dismay, my bra and panty were soaked through by the rain. I had no choice but to leave them to dry with the rest of my clothes. I peeled them off my body one by one and doned on his wife's clothes. The selwar and orna was fit perfectly but the kamiz was two sizes too big

changed and hurried towards the study room, grabbing my bag on the way. Taking a seat,

leaned against a wall infornt of me while he watched me study. I looked up and found his eyes burning into mine. With a start, I realized he wasn't looking at my face at all. I followed his gaze and looked down to see where his eyes led. The loose kamiz's neckline and orna had slipped down to reveal the curve of my left breast and

I froze. Without a bra in the way, the touch felt too intimate, too exposed. I tried to scoot back a little

a way that his entire hand now was pressed snugly againt the right side of my breast. I sat rigid as Sir slowly but surly pressed his hand even closer into my side as he wrote the maths on my notebook. A shiver worked its way up my

my tutor so subtly touching my young body. I had only ever been with my ex boyfriend before this and it shocked me that even something as simple as a half touch by the older man was starting

of my chest. I had never done anything so crazy, so bold in my life, I had never imagined I would make a move like that to a teacher who was 25 years older than me. His hand moved, palm turned upwards and grabbed a handful of my breast. A tiny gasp escaped me. His big fat hand

and moaned throatily as his other hand joined the first. With my ample breasts in his aging hand, he pinched both my nipples and pulled at them, hard. My pebbled nubs grew hot from pain

from my seat and towards him. I stood facing him, eyes hooded, cheeks red from a blush, lips parted and one of my breasts haging out the neckline of his wife's dress. Sir roughly grabbed my waist with