My name is Charlie, I've had my fair part ( OK A LOT ) of intimate experiences, each one amazing and unique. I sat at my desk, scanning the Craigslist ads and the local newspaper publisher's website for nurse and tutoring jobs. Three eld 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 incline Book of Job here and there, but tutoring had been the most fulfilling—besides my experience with the father of one of the kids I nannied for… But that's a report for another time.

My eyes scanned and paused on an ad :

SAT tutor needed for 17-year-old senior. Primarily help with English. Will pay $ 50 an hour, requesting a tutor for two hours a day on Tuesdays and Thursday for several weeks—exact length to be determined. Please send CV and cite letter to this e-mail.

I typed in the e-mail address, writing a short introduction and confiscate my resume and several reference letters from previous class that I worked with.

A few twenty-four hour period later, I received an e-mail with the address and a fourth dimension for the pursual day for me to go over and enclose myself and give birth an impromptu interview. The next day, I dressed muself in a albumen and Navy striped jersey clothes that clung to my curves and was a piddling shorter on me due to my height. My C-cup titty were pressed tightly against the dress and I slipped my metrical unit into nude painting flat tire, thankful for the start of the Texas spring. I put my straight dark brown hairsbreadth into a high ponytail and headed off to the address—a 30 minute drive from my flat. I arrived, knocked on the room access and was greeted by a 6-foot, blonde teenage boy. He was undeniably handsome, had slightly shaggy blond hair that was disheveled in an lovely way and his very toned thorax and arms very plain through his tight Under armor shirt.

"Well, finally my mom got a hot tutor,"he said to my surprisal. 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 livelihood room where his mom was sitting with a Scripture. I shook her helping hand and she introduced herself as Mrs Parker and then the adolescent boy grabbed my hand and lightly kissed it. I laughed and his mom smacked his arm.

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

I sat across from them, crossing my tan and toned legs as we discussed the precise metre and days I'd be coming to tutor him. His parents worked Job where they could work from their home office or go to their genuine authority in town. So they'd be in and out throughout the time I tutored him, or just not there at all. I saw him smirk again at the finish thing she said and he looked me up and down. Why did my all lace, white cheeky step-in get a little wet ? It had been over a 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 young than me, which would be completely wrongfulness of me, right ?

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

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

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

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The following day I was sitting at the head of the dining table, my branch crossed beneath the tabular array cloth. I was wearing a navy blue devil swing frock and brown sandals. I had an SAT prep book, my MacBook and some early worksheets I'd printed out before coming over spread out on the table. William Henry Harrison walked into the dining room, wearing a shirt similar to the one he was wearing net nighttime with basketball shortstop. He sat on the chairwoman to my impart and smirked, setting his iPhone on the table and leaning back.

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

"Mm.. it's your choice, side or math.. both are important for the SATs,"I said with a smile, leaning forward and resting my elbow on the table, my chin on my manus.

He leaned forward too, talking low so that his mother in the next room couldn't hear,"I don't think I want to pick up either of those subjects with you, Charlie."His hand running up my arm from my elbow to my carpus, his middle staring into mine.

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

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

"I'm 25,"I said shakily, my legs crossing tighter as he got closer. The pool in my lacing scanty grew even more as he scooted close plenty that I could smell him—a intermixture of sandalwood, musk and a bit of sweat from what I assume was his after-school physical exertion. His helping hand disappeared underneath the table cloth, touching my knee. I squirmed again,"Harrison, I'm here to tutor you.. Don't you want to get a estimable score on your Sabbatum ?"

"So tutor me, I'm all capitulum, my hand just might be busy doing something else,"he said in a inscrutable, hush spokesperson, his hand traveling up my leg. My panties were most definitely soaked now, and I subconsciously uncrossed my legs. He took that as an invitation and his handwriting slid further up my leg and under my dress onto my upper thigh, reaching the edge of my all-lace panty."Read to me, Charlie.. teach me something,"he said and I shakily grabbed the SAT workbook, reading from the English language part about the essay portion—making sure to read loudly enough his mother wouldn't suspect anything and come walking in.

His fingers teased the edge of my panties and as I started reading the endorse paragraph, his fingerbreadth grabbing the pluck crotch of my scanty."Naughty girl…"he whispered as he pulled the inebriate lace to the face. My breathing place hitched and I began reading the side by side paragraph, my representative a bit rickety as I slid forward on the professorship, spreading my leg wider as his fingers began to slew up and down my slit—which was dripping with my excitement.

"Harrison…"I moaned quietly, gripping the mesa with my left helping hand as my right kept the book candid. I went back to reading aloud as his fingers rubbed lot on my clitoris. I threw my read/write head back as he rubbed, pausing my reading when two of his digit slid into my dripping wet cunt as I let out a groan that was a trivial too forte.

He placed his two of his digit from his relinquish hand on my backtalk to still me. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around them, my spit running between the two fingers as his other fingers worked their way in and out of my pussy. He let out a soft groan as my dentition bit his fingers, holding them between my dentition as I muffled my groan. I'm for sure my dress beneath my thighs was now soaked with my juices as he fingerfucked me faster, his finger's breadth curling deliciously, hitting the perfect spot. The digit in my backtalk slipped out as he whispered,"Read."

He got on his knee joint as I went back to reading, crawling beneath the tablecloth. My indication stopped as I felt his fond breathing space on my upper thigh. I bit my lip so hard that I almost drew origin as I felt his natural language run up my slit. I squealed quietly and placed my free hired hand on his head beneath the table, holding his capitulum against me as his tongue slides in and out of me. And then the threshold separating the dining and living way swung open, his female parent walking in.

I jumped up and sat back against the chairwoman, straightening my back and glade my throat as President Harrison paused his tongue-fucking.

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

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

"Well he better haste back, you only have 20 minutes left of today's session,"she said, walking into the kitchen through the former swinging door.

I heard the sink turn on and slid down my death chair to the same view as before, moaning and gripping Harrison's hair as I felt my sexual climax getting stuffy and closer. His fingers were pumping in and out of my sopping wet pussy while his tongue flicked my clitoris at a speedy pace. My wooden leg started quivering and I gripped his hair tightly, holding his head and mouth against my puss as I began to cum. I placed my discharge helping hand against my mouth, muffling my moan as I ground my hip into his face, riding out my coming.

"Fuck…"I said quietly as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and raised his script from beneath the tablecloth and to my mouth, letting me suck all of my juice off of them. He groaned and pushed my chairman back, crawling out from beneath the table and pulling my head down to osculate me hard, sliding his glossa into my oral cavity, letting me appreciation myself even more.

He stood and I could see the tent beneath his hoops shorts which he tried to push down. My oral cavity watered at the thought of getting on my knees and sucking him off."So… what's on the example design for tomorrow ?"he asked with a smirk .