[MF] The tutor tutors!

Firstly, thanks for reading my experience – I’ve not done a lot of erotic writing, so please be kind. That said, this is quite long, and I’d appreciate any feedback, especially if it did something for you.

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I hadn’t been looking for anything special, it just wasn’t on my radar, but it’s funny how life likes to keep you on your toes.

Every year I like to try a new experience, a new skill just to keep things interesting. That’s how Ruth and I met, she was the energetic tutor for my new sword fighting class (that’s not a euphemism!). The thing about sword fighting is that it’s quite physical, and the tutors tend to be a more tactile than in most other sports, “Get your shoulder here”, “push that leg back a bit”. Considering Ruth was a 5′ 8″, fit and incredibly athletic woman with a beautiful hourglass figure, learning was made all the more enjoyable.

I will admit, somewhat salaciously, that just from time to time, I did make the occasional deliberate error, just to feel her hands on my leg here, or an arm there.

One training session Ruth and I were working hard on a specific move, and Ruth could tell that I was really struggling to make it fluid. “Would you like to keep working on this after the class is over?”. “I’d really like that! Are you sure you don’t need to be somewhere?”, “Nah, it’s all good – you are so close, it’s worth getting it right”.

Running through the extra session, I still couldn’t quite get it and I was getting increasingly frustrated at my poor skills, but Ruth kept on persevering and pushing me harder. Ruth was touching and pushing me constantly; was that a brush of her hand against my bottom? A slight graze across my chest? Surely not – I must have been imagining things.

Finally, we collapsed with exhaustion – this wasn’t going to happen.

“Are you free tomorrow? I think that with a little more work, we can get this move closed down. How about the morning, are you free?”. Well, why not, no teaching tomorrow as school is closed, so I had nothing better to do. We exchanged numbers and I went off on my way, exhausted, but pretty content with the progress.

I heard my phone buzz later in the night, it was Ruth. “You did really well today, I’m very impressed with your progress. Are you feeling it yet?”. “Yeah, it’s feeling really good and I’m looking forward to the session tomorrow”. “Me too – you and I are going to have a great time, I’m going to make it happen”. Is Ruth flirting with me? Surely not. Try to keep your composure! Don’t over interpret messages!

We meet again at the gym the following morning, and her first words are, “Oh wow, you look ready for this; your eyes are absolutely sparkling”. Ruth was right! I had been thinking about the session a lot overnight and re-running the odd grab, touch and graze of the previous session. Ruth couldn’t have any feelings for me, surely?

The session was a huge blur of drilling moves, practising and a whole lot of touching. By the end of the session, we had only bloody well done it! Ruth I we were elated, and as a thank you, I brought her in for a massive hug. Ruth drew me in as hard as I did to her and it lasted for what seemed eons. As we pulled away, our eyes met “they are beautiful right now”, Ruth said. I couldn’t help it, I should have, but I couldn’t. I pulled her in for a deep, exciting and forbidden kiss. She and I melted together, it felt right, and we both knew it.

Ruth broke away, blushing somewhat. “I have to go” and she skipped out of the gym leaving me alone with my thoughts.

That’s how it started anyway.

We talked a lot in the coming weeks via WhatsApp, and before too long it got hot and heavy, sexy and forbidden. We texted late into the night, neither one of us wanting to be the one to end the chat. I fell asleep with my phone in my hand more often that I would like to admit. Texting was one thing, but our schedules didn’t allow for us to meet for a month or more. A month of solid teasing, sexually charged messages and an opening up of what we really desired from a partner, from a sexual experience.

Suddenly we have a day. A date we can both make. We are both dizzy with excitement, and I start trying to ensure it’ll be perfect. Rose petals, why not! Toys.. check. Blindfold and restraints – in the bag!

The week prior to the meeting is a conflict of excitement and utter hell, waiting for the time to pass like an exhausted old clock, but the day is approaching minute by minute, hour by hour.

I arrive early to ensure the room, any myself, are all ready. Neat and trim, calm and sexy, welcoming and foreboding. When I hear that knock at the door, I can feel my heart leap. It feels like it’s pumping so hard I’m going to pass out. Ruth looks incredible – t-shirt and jeans, but something about the way Ruth holds herself makes it the most sexy look I’ve ever seen. Ruth exudes sexy from every pore, from every move, from every breath. “Hi Sexy”. Oh god.

I’m in a suit (you have to dress to impress!), and Ruth grabs my tie to pull me close and we embrace for what seems like eternity. It’s the best kiss, no, the best moment, of my life. All the anticipation, the teasing, the messages, it’s all come to this point, and we couldn’t be more excited!

It’s time to slowly edge the blindfold over her eyes – “My turn”. We move to the bedroom; nothing needs to be said, we have the same goal in mind. Removing her clothes is not frenzied, it’s a part of the art, a slow delectable step in journey we want, we need. We strip one another – taking in almost every part of each of us – every lump, bump, curve and smell. Ruth is more than I expect, I’m stunned by her body, the waist, the breasts, they are all so much more than I hoped for; they seem almost magical, yet finally obtainable.

I get Ruth to lie down on the bed, and start restraining her arms and legs, as we’d agreed. There’s few words – we don’t need them, but plenty of noise; grunts; in fact I’m sure I can almost hear her purring. Once Ruth is in place, I can start. Moving my head down; taking in all of her womanliness and enjoying the inevitable journey down her body.

I have a real fetish for pleasing women – it’s always been my kink and tonight is no exception. I tease and move my head around her crotch, teasing a kiss, a lick here and there – the slight stubble on my face helping to add to the sensations at the top of her thighs. Eventually I move in and push my tongue inside her. She’s not just wet, she’s almost gushing, not squirting, but wetter and more than I’ve ever experienced before. I’m licking and teasing the clit with abandon, and the noises suggest I’m making a really bloody good job of it. The hips are thrusting and pushing, I can tell she is already close; that’s good.

The first orgasm is huge, I can feel the waves pulsing down her body as Ruth writhes and bucks against the restraints; trying to get my tongue to stop, but wanting more each time she moves. The noise is guttural, sensational, loud (of course) and animalistic, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

As she comes down, I retreat to the safety of the perky breasts, to the ultra erect nipples to give her a chance to recover, but there’s no chance of that. “Fingers. In me. Now”. Well, okay, who am I to say no to my tutor?

Slowly inserting two fingers, Ruth breaths an immense sigh, it’s the second sexiest noise so far today. I very slowly start moving in and out, she’s still gushing and gripping my fingers hard. The second orgasm comes almost as hard as the first one and leaves her panting. “I need you”, Ruth whispers in-between breaths. “You’ve already got me!”, I counter. I know it’s not really what she means, but I’m not done playing with her just yet.

Ruth is hurting a little bit from the restraints, so I remove the clasps, and let her free. Like a whirlwind she’s on me. Pushing me down onto the bed, telling me I’m too bloody good for this. “You need to learn some discipline Mr”. Ruth launches herself at me, positioning herself above my face. I’m being punished for something – I’m not really sure what, but I’m not really in a position to complain, and honestly who would ?

Straddling my face, Ruth uses her fingers to open herself up, to give me a show maybe, or to allow some deeper access? “Tongue out. Now!”. Well, okay, that answers that. Ruth pushes down on me hard, and I feel her hand roll back towards my granite like cock. I couldn’t tell you how long it lasted, but it felt like I was swimming in a pool of pleasure, long strokes and wetness became my life, until I hear a voice. “Cum. NOW!”. Ruth was cumming on my face, the waves of contractions gripping my tongue and pulsating like a mad thing. I returned the favour, pumping huge strands of cum up in the air, on her back, on my chest.

Climbing down, Ruth laid her head on my chest, us both lost for breath, and words. We were both content for the moment, but equally not yet ready to stop.

(to be continued).

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