My name is Charlie, I've had my fair ploughshare ( OK A LOT ) of intimate experiences, each one amazing and unique. I sat at my desk, scanning the Craigslist ads and the local newsprint's website for nanny and tutoring line of work. Three years post-grad my career as a journalist for an online newspaper was steady and fun, but the pay was not so fun. I kept picking up little side business here and there, but tutoring had been the most fulfilling—besides my experience with the father of one of the fry I nannied for… But that's a floor for another time.

My heart scanned and paused on an ad :

SAT private instructor needed for 17-year-old elderly. Primarily help with English. Will pay $ 50 an hour, requesting a tutor for two hours a day on Tues and Thursdays for several weeks—exact length to be determined. Please send resume and denotation letters to this e-mail.

I typed in the e-mail address, writing a inadequate introduction and connected my resume and several reference missive from previous mob that I worked with.

A few days later, I received an email with the destination and a time for the come after day for me to go over and introduce myself and receive an impromptu interview. The following day, I dressed muself in a white and navy striped tee shirt garb that clung to my bender and was a little shorter on me due to my height. My C-cup chest were pressed tightly against the garb and I slipped my feet into nude flats, thankful for the start of the Texas leaping. I put my straight dark brown hair into a high ponytail and headed off to the address—a 30 hour driveway from my apartment. I arrived, knocked on the threshold and was greeted by a 6-foot, blonde teenage boy. He was undeniably liberal, had slightly shaggy-haired blond pilus that was disheveled in an adorable way and his very toned chest and arms very apparent through his tight Under Armor shirt.

"fountainhead, finally my mom got a hot tutor,"he said to my surprise. I giggled as he opened the door further for me to walk in.

I brushed past him, my shoulder skimming his chest and followed him to the living room where his mom was sitting with a book. I shook her hired hand and she introduced herself as Mrs. Charlie Parker and then the teenaged boy grabbed my mitt and lightly kissed it. I laughed and his mom smacked his arm.

"I'm Harrison,"he said with a charming smirk and sat down beside his mom.

I sat across from them, crossing my tan and toned stage as we discussed the exact times and days I'd be coming to tutor him. His parents worked jobs where they could work from their home office or go to their actual office in Town. So they'd be in and out throughout the fourth dimension I tutored him, or just not there at all. I saw him smirk again at the stopping point thing she said and he looked me up and down. Why did my all lace, white cheeky panties get a minuscule wet ? It had been over a calendar month since I last fucked anyone, so maybe that's why. Or it could just be because I had been attracted to him from the prison term he opened the door.. But he's eight years younger than me, which would be completely amiss of me, right ?

"So are we all set ? Tomorrow at 5pm ?"she asked, pulling me out of my persuasion.

I stood up and shook her hand again,"All set !"I said.

I walked towards the figurehead threshold where Harrison met me. He opened the threshold and I thanked him, meeting his eyes, the smirk still on his font."See you tomorrow, Charlie.. Can't wait for you to teach me some things,"he chuckled at my widening eyes and closed the threshold. My panties were definitely wet now.

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The following day I was sitting at the question of the dining tabular array, my legs crossed beneath the tabular array cloth. I was wearing a US Navy Amytal swing dress and dark-brown sandals. I had an SAT prep book, my MacBook and some other worksheets I'd printed out before coming over spread out on the tabular array. Harrison walked into the dining room, wearing a shirt similar to the one he was wearing final Nox with basketball drawers. He sat on the chair to my left and smirked, setting his iPhone on the board and leaning back.

"So what are we learning today ?"he asked, looking at me in a way that made me squirm a little in my seat.

"Mm.. it's your choice, english or math.. both are of import for the SATs,"I said with a grin, leaning forward and resting my elbow on the tabular array, my chin on my manus.

He leaned forward too, talking low so that his mother in the side by side room couldn't hear,"I don't think I want to study either of those subjects with you, Charlie."His mitt running up my arm from my elbow to my wrist, his eyes staring into mine.

Fuck me, my panty were wet again. I cleared my throat and straightened my back, pulling my arm away gently."Harrison.. we can't, you're 17,"I said, biting my lip to go on myself from saying please. I flashed back to the Nox I seduced Mr. Dr. Johnson and my conscience laughed at my reply to him.

"And you're wha† ? 24, 25 ? That's not much of an age departure, and I'm legal,"he says, scooting his chair towards me, his hot seat as far towards the corner of the dining mesa as possible.

"I'm 25,"I said shakily, my legs crossing tighter as he got closer. The pool in my lace panties grew even more as he scooted close enough that I could smack him—a salmagundi of sandalwood, musk and a bit of elbow grease from what I assume was his after-school workout. His hand disappeared underneath the table fabric, touching my articulatio genus. I squirmed again,"William Henry Harrison, I'm here to tutor you.. Don't you want to get a just score on your Saturday ?"

"So tutor me, I'm all ears, my hand just might be busy doing something else,"he said in a deep, calm voice, his hand traveling up my leg. My pantie were most definitely soaked now, and I subconsciously uncrossed my legs. He took that as an invitation and his hand slid further up my leg and under my dress onto my upper second joint, reaching the edge of my all-lace panties."Read to me, Charlie.. learn me something,"he said and I shakily grabbed the SAT workbook, reading from the English section about the essay portion—making sure as shooting to read loudly enough his mother wouldn't suspect anything and follow walking in.

His fingerbreadth teased the boundary of my panties and as I started reading the second paragraph, his fingers grabbing the sozzled genitals of my panties."Naughty girl…"he whispered as he pulled the soaked lace to the side. My breath hitched and I began reading the future paragraph, my voice a bit shaky as I slid forward on the electric chair, spreading my legs wider as his fingers began to slide up and down my slit—which was dripping with my excitation.

"Harrison…"I moaned quietly, gripping the table with my entrust hand as my right hand kept the record undecided. I went back to reading aloud as his fingerbreadth rubbed circles on my clit. I threw my head word back as he rubbed, pausing my Reading when two of his fingers slid into my dripping wet cunt as I let out a moan that was a short too garish.

He placed his two of his fingerbreadth from his relieve hand on my mouth to quiet me. I opened my lip and wrapped my back talk around them, my tongue running between the two fingerbreadth as his other fingers worked their way in and out of my pussy. He let out a gentle groan as my tooth bit his digit, holding them between my tooth as I muffled my moans. I'm sure my dress beneath my thighs was now soaked with my succus as he fingerfucked me faster, his fingerbreadth curling deliciously, hitting the perfect smudge. The finger's breadth in my lip slipped out as he whispered,"Read."

He got on his stifle as I went back to reading, crawling beneath the tablecloth. My interpretation stopped as I felt his warm breathing place on my upper thigh. I bit my lip so heavily that I almost drew blood as I felt his spit run up my incision. I squealed quietly and placed my free hand on his head beneath the mesa, holding his head against me as his tongue playground slide in and out of me. And then the room access separating the dining and sustenance way swung assailable, his mother walk in.

I jumped up and sat back against the death chair, straightening my back and clearing my pharynx as Harrison paused his tongue-fucking.

"Charlie, how is everything ? Where's Harrison ?"she asked.

"Everything is great, Mrs. Parker,"I replied and had to cough to cover my moan as his tongue started licking circles around my clit again."And I believe President Benjamin Harrison went to grab something from his room."

"fountainhead he better hastiness back, you only have 20 minutes left of today's session,"she said, walking into the kitchen through the early swinging threshold.

I heard the sink turning on and slid down my hot seat to the like position as before, moaning and gripping Harrison's hair as I felt my orgasm getting closemouthed and closer. His fingerbreadth were pumping in and out of my sopping wet pussy while his knife flicked my button at a quick tread. My legs started quivering and I gripped his hair tightly, holding his head and mouth against my pussy as I began to cum. I placed my gratuitous script against my mouth, muffling my moans as I ground my hip joint into his face, riding out my coming.

"Fuck…"I said quietly as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and raised his manus from beneath the tablecloth and to my mouth, letting me suck all of my succus off of them. He groaned and pushed my chair back, crawling out from beneath the table and pulling my head down to snog me hard, sliding his tongue into my mouth, letting me mouthful myself even more.

He stood and I could see the collapsible shelter beneath his basketball boxers which he tried to push down. My mouth watered at the idea of getting on my articulatio genus and sucking him off."So… what's on the object lesson plan for tomorrow ?"he asked with a smirk .