With money short and the school year nearing it’s end, now was the time to find a new client. As much as I was looking forward to finishing my junior year, it meant my tutoring jobs would dry up. Sitting on the top of the jungle gym I stretched back, pushing my chest out. My spaghetti strap top slipped up to show my belly button. When I stopped stretching my shirt stayed up. Perfect. I took a moment to look around from the higher vantage point.
There were more than a handful of kids running around, their parents watching from the side. Most were conversing with each other, barely paying attention to anything. I caught a few pairs of dad eyes on me. Or rather my breasts. Time to fix that.
I pulled one knee to my chest, pretending to stretch. My white shorts pulled well up my thighs. Glancing back at the crowd there was one tall fellow particularly focused, his gaze so intense he might as well be penetrating me on the spot. I stopped stretching and straddled the top bar, closing my eyes and bite my top lip. It was too much pressure to be pleasurable, but tall blue shirt dad guy didn’t have to know that.
I opened my eyes and looked straight at Mr. Blue shirt, giving him a wink. Hopping down before he could react, I walked straight over to him. He tried to look away, but when he realized I was heading for him he flushed.
Up close a hint of pink from my panties would show through, and based on the eye-fucking I was getting he would not be one to miss out. “Watching your kid can be it’s own reward,” I smiled at him. “Which one’s yours?”
He snapped to reality. I wonder what position his mind had me in? “That one,” he pointed at a boy on the swing. He even tried to look at his kid, but his height advantage worked against him by providing a straight shot down my cleavage. “He’s a handful but a good kid. Are you here babysitting?”
I laughed. “No, just..advertising.” I crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing them up. Mr. Blue Shirt didn’t do much for me, but flaunting so directly had an obvious effect on my nipples, even through my bra. “I tutor in my spare time and could use a new pupil.”
“Ah, well, Jeff’s a good kid as far as school goes.” Man, this guy loved my tits but couldn’t take a hint.
“Oh, don’t be so quick to dismiss a little helping hand.” I reached deep into my pocket. Not that I needed to reach so much, but it gave me a chance to pull the front of my shorts and show a bit of lace. I pulled out a receipt and a pen, then took a knee to have something to write against.
“Here’s my number and venmo. I really need to pee, but if you want to see a sample of what I offer, or rather a pair..” I paused to stand up, handing him the receipt. He took it, and I didn’t let go before standing up, ensuring a nipple brush his arm. “… of my samples, you can prepay for the first lesson.” Now it was his turn to bite his lips.
I turned and walked away. My reason for leaving was played up, but not a lie. After a few steps I realized my shorts were a bit lower than intended; showing a flash of pink lace was one thing but the skin underneath that was another. My, wasn’t I being a naughty little slut. I made a show of fixing my shorts, pulling them down even further to show how the lace vanished between my cheeks before finally returning them to respectability.
I barely made it to the stall door when my phone received a text. “How much?” Got him.
“$50 to prepay for the first lesson, $30 for each after that.” I took my bra off and tossed it on the ground. Lifting my phone up over my head I took a selfie to keep him interested. It was barely a moment after and my phone buzzed with his payment. I dutifully took the shirt off. Sliding my free hand down my shorts, I made sure my arm squeezed my breasts together. Man, when did my thong get so wet?
I sent him a photo from my head down to my wrist, my tits on full display. I sat down on the toilet, spread my legs and allowed my fingers to slide under my thong and tease my lips directly. Another picture, this one a little less coy about my hand’s activities.
“Shorts off, thong stays on.”
A buzz followed the text with a $30 payment. Taking control, maybe he did have some redeeming qualities.
“Have to pee, give me a sec.” I received a text back immediately. “Show me. Thong stays on.” My my, and another buzz too. I suppose fetishes cost extra is a universal truth.
“Alright, but show me how excited you are to see my soaked lace.” Truth be told I could care less about seeing his dad cock, but guys love showing off.
I got an awkward picture of his tented khaki shorts, and what appeared to be a hand firmly in his pocket. Good insurance material.
“Nice.” I slipped out of my shorts and spread my legs. Taking a video this time, I let the warmth flow out. A dark pink patch grew until droplets started running down my thong and ticking me between my ass cheeks. I started feeling flush – after all my exhibitionist activity, this is what embarrassed me?
My hormones got the better of me, and my hand went under my thong and right inside my pussy before the stream even ended. With so much build up it felt magnificent to finally let loose. I let out a yelp as I came, my insides clenching my hand tight.
I sent the video, then relaxed. “Meet me in the parking lot and give me your panties.” I felt another buzz.
“Show me you were engaged,” I sent back. I needed reassurance that I wasn’t the only one that has depraved. I received a picture of a creamy dark spot on front of his shorts.
“Now come to the car, your tutoring starts tonight. Leave the shirt.”
Fuck.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ck296z/mf_wetting_an_overzealous_tutor_part_1
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