| Author: | Peter Seleucus | ISBN: | 9781466197077 |
| Publisher: | Peter Seleucus | Publication: | February 15, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Peter Seleucus |
| ISBN: | 9781466197077 |
| Publisher: | Peter Seleucus |
| Publication: | February 15, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Without a trace of bashfulness, Courtney revealed that she had had a crush on me throughout her time at the school, despite the fact that I am old enough to be her father. In return I complimented her on her looks, saying what a fantastic young woman she had turned out to be.
“You didn’t fancy me then, though, did you?” she asked, laughing. I admitted that I had enjoyed having her in my class, giving me something nice to look at ... as well as finding her a good student, of course. As I was no longer her teacher, I decided I might as well be honest, so I added that the thought of her maturing had made me horny, and seeing her now was certainly not a disappointment.
My candid reply didn’t embarrass her at all. In fact, she gave me an arch look, and with a throaty laugh she say, “I’ve still got my uniform. It doesn’t fit quite as well now, but would you like to see me in it?”
My cock began to strain in my jeans, and I said, as coolly as I could, that I couldn’t think of anything I’d like more. Within minutes we were back at her flat, and she told me to sit in the living room while she dug out her old school togs.
I sat on the sofa, trying to stifle my erection, which was almost painfully constricted in my jeans. Courtney was taking a while, and I began to wonder if it was some kind of joke, and whether I should take my leave quickly. But then the door opened, she strutted in, and my cock pushed urgently against the inside of my jeans. She was wearing the same uniform she had worn in her last year at school: a black skirt and blazer, white blouse and school tie, which was loosely tied as all the students wore them at school. Her skirt was shorter than the prescribed length, though, and I could see that she wore black hold up stockings, the tops visible under the hem of the skirt. To complement it all she wore high heeled black shoes, definitely a no-no when she was a student. She gave me a long look, and licked her pouting lips with a long tongue.
“So, sir,” she said, in a girly voice. “Do you want to give me some extra tuition?”
Without a trace of bashfulness, Courtney revealed that she had had a crush on me throughout her time at the school, despite the fact that I am old enough to be her father. In return I complimented her on her looks, saying what a fantastic young woman she had turned out to be.
“You didn’t fancy me then, though, did you?” she asked, laughing. I admitted that I had enjoyed having her in my class, giving me something nice to look at ... as well as finding her a good student, of course. As I was no longer her teacher, I decided I might as well be honest, so I added that the thought of her maturing had made me horny, and seeing her now was certainly not a disappointment.
My candid reply didn’t embarrass her at all. In fact, she gave me an arch look, and with a throaty laugh she say, “I’ve still got my uniform. It doesn’t fit quite as well now, but would you like to see me in it?”
My cock began to strain in my jeans, and I said, as coolly as I could, that I couldn’t think of anything I’d like more. Within minutes we were back at her flat, and she told me to sit in the living room while she dug out her old school togs.
I sat on the sofa, trying to stifle my erection, which was almost painfully constricted in my jeans. Courtney was taking a while, and I began to wonder if it was some kind of joke, and whether I should take my leave quickly. But then the door opened, she strutted in, and my cock pushed urgently against the inside of my jeans. She was wearing the same uniform she had worn in her last year at school: a black skirt and blazer, white blouse and school tie, which was loosely tied as all the students wore them at school. Her skirt was shorter than the prescribed length, though, and I could see that she wore black hold up stockings, the tops visible under the hem of the skirt. To complement it all she wore high heeled black shoes, definitely a no-no when she was a student. She gave me a long look, and licked her pouting lips with a long tongue.
“So, sir,” she said, in a girly voice. “Do you want to give me some extra tuition?”
