I (32M) slept with someone (24F) I used to tutor

Around 7 years ago, my mom connected me with this woman who’s daughter needed tutoring for essay writing. I was 25, she was 17 at the time. We met up a few times, and I helped her write her college essay. Once she developed the final draft for her college admissions paper, that was the end of that revenue stream. That’s all she was, just another client that helped me pay the bills.
So, a few months ago I’m in out in the city at this dive bar on one of the main strips. It’s a small city – there’s around 150,000 people there, so it’s not uncommon to run into people you grew up with, worked with, etc. The bar’s pretty packed at this point, and I lock eyes with this young woman. She furrows her brow, lifting her lips in a light smile. I feel my face do the same, and then my mind’s like “holy shit! I used to tutor her.” At this point, I had forgotten her name. Tracy? Trixie?

“Hannah,”

Oops.
The conversation starts out platonically: where she ended up going to school, her first job out of college, etc. Then this story pops into my head about some guy in her high school throwing one of her classmates out a window and then she just lit up with animation – getting into the details and recalling it with incredulity. The conversation escalated from there, ascending to that place where’ you’re on the same wavelength as someone and your sense of time starts to abate. We could have been talking for an hour or two.

In the conversation, I realize just how charming she is. She’s young, but has this confidence about her not many women have at her age. She’s no girl, and I like that. There’s this sense of adventure about her, and an optimism that isn’t cartoonish but grounded. At this point I realize I’m starting to get a little hard. I notice the little things I think are sexy about her. She’s got this slender, sinewy build, tan skin, and gorgeous brown hair. Seriously, she could model for L’Oreal or whatever the fuck it’s called. I run my hand through it.
“I love your hair”
“You do?” she says tossing it up, letting me play with it.

I nod, staring into her eyes, and give it a little tug. She lets her head go back, smiling, her eyes rolling back a little before locking back onto mine.

“Stop it,” she says, still grinning.

“Why?”

“Because,”

“That’s a shitty reason,”

“Come on, you’re turning me on,”

And then boy are those wonderful pheromones starting to work their magic. I place my hand gently on the back of her head, pulling her in to kiss her forehead. I can feel her smile. Her hands run up and down my back. She grabs my shirt collar and breathes in deep.

“You smell good,”

I look around us, and I see people looking over. She senses me pull away slightly and look around, noticing the same voyeurism. We look back at each other. This isn’t the place to be.

“Say goodbye to your friends, we’re getting out of here.”

We get to my bachelor pad. It’s something I built a few years back – a 2-bedroom, 2 bath apartment with three garage bays underneath. The kitchen’s one of my favorite parts of the place. I guide her in by the hand, pull up a seat for her at the island.

“Wine or tea?”

“Tea,” she answers with a grin. I smile in return, putting the kettle on and looking through my cupboard. I’m looking for something to get our heartrates up, and I see the perfect blend: ginger/lemon. I set up two cups, and I hear the chair shift, her footsteps pad against the floor, and then her head rest against the middle of my back, her arms around my waist.

I turn around and start kissing her, caressing the back of her neck and holding her face. She brings herself closer towards me, running her hands all over me. At this point, the blood starts rushing to my cock, and I can feel it’s pressure against my pants. She turns the kettle off.

“I’m not thirsty,” she says.

“I am,”

Like I said, she’s slender – probably weighs only 110 lbs, and a full head shorter than me. I pick her up, and put her on the island countertop. I can feel my cock throbbing at this point and I know I *need* to take her. I take her shirt and pants off.

“Oh my God,” I groan.

She’s wearing a laced bra and panties, a light green that contrasts with her gorgeous skin. My eyes widen, drinking in how beautiful she is. I pull her in and kiss her deep, running my hands from her armpits to her hip; her stomach to the small of her back; the inside of her legs to the crevice of her knees. I just want to kiss every bit of her, and I do so, starting with the neck. She sighs with pleasure as I trace my tongue just over the nerves surrounding her artery. I kiss her collarbone, undoing her bra, letting her breasts free. Her chest rises as I kiss her nipples, letting my blue collar hands grasp her ribs, feeling her excited breaths.

My mouth makes her way to her hips, and I kiss the creases. My hands wrap themselves around her thong, and I pull them off, taking a step back to look at her.

She’s already wet. The hood of her clit forms a perfect drape down to her labias. A patch of hair crowns her public bone. I moan with adoration and begin kissing just the outside of her lips, feeling her shudder, looking up to watch her run her hands over her body, and I decide to do the same. I take my face from her groin, taking in how beautiful her pussy is, I sigh over her clit, and she shudders again. I run my tongue lightly from the bottom of it to the top over the clit. I begin kissing it, letting my tongue run over it with slow, deep strokes.

Her breathing becomes more pronounced; urgent. I bring her strong legs up with my hands, sending her nimble feet into the air, giving her pussy full exposure. At this point the blood in my cock is pounding, and I can’t help myself. I begin licking her more urgently, salivating as her juices run down the sides of my mouth. Her body starts to tremble and convulse, swaying in a rhythmed, but erratic way. Her clit is a wonderful bead against my tongue, so I put her completely in my mouth, loving it. That’s when her first foundational change comes alive, and she stops moaning, her body tensing up, her body trembling. She arches her back, opening her mouth as if she’s gasping for breath. Her bodies tension relaxes and that’s when she lets out her animalistic moan of pleasure.

I continue to go down on her, sending her into post-orgasmic giggles, her body tossing back and forth. It’s pretty goddamn adorable, so I become a little more animated. I think it’s funny. I smile, laughing lightly as I continue to lick her.

“No, no, no, no – stop!” She says, smiling. I run my lips over her clit, and she screams with laughter. We look at each other, and then I pick her up.

The bedroom is where I really thrive. I don’t really fantasize about fucking in public. Maybe a club, but I don’t like a lot of eyes on me. I love a setting that’s completely our own.

I throw her down on the bed, and she pops up to urgently undress me. She actually rips my shirt off, which kind of sucks because I liked that one. She pulls my pants down, and I can see the urgency in her eyes, in her mouth. She pulls my boxers down, and her eyes light up. She grabs my cock, spitting on it, stroking it lovingly. She puts her mouth around it, feeling it’s shape with her mouth.

“Oh, fuck you’re gonna fit so good,” she says, stroking the shaft while taking my balls into her mouth. She takes me in her mouth again, bobbing backward and forward. I look down at her deep brown eyes, and I can’t help myself. I put my hands on either side of her head and pull her away.

“What?” she asks.

“You’re gonna make me come too quick,” I say, my cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

“Yes! Yes, I want you to,” she says, running her hands up and down my dick. ” I want you to come,”

This just sends me up a wall, and I decide to let go. It’s not so much her technique as it’s her desire. She *wants* to suck my dick. She *loves* doing it. She pushes me on the bed and I let her have her way with me. I look again into those beautiful brown eyes.

“Oh fuck,”

Thankfully, she doesn’t change her pace. It’s the same steady, long strokes. My breathing intensifies and the blood rushes up from my groin across my body.

“Jesus Christ, Jesus CHRIST!”

I explode, and she doesn’t even flinch. She takes it all in her mouth, and I place my hands around her face in appreciation. She pops the head of my dick out of her mouth and looks up at me, her mouth open. I grab her, bring her toward me and start kissing her. I flip her over, placing her back on the bed. I hold her close. I think I can taste remnants of my come inside her mouth, but I don’t care. I just want to make love to her.

I sit up, and open the dresser, grabbing a condom. She sits up with me as I rip the package. We put the condom on my cock together. I make my way down to her pussy, wanting to eat her out again.

“No!”

“Fucking wait,”

“I Just want you to fuck me, I just want you to fuck me,” she says pleadingly, almost as if she’s on the verge of tears.

“I’m not done yet,”

She moans with a mix of gratitude and frustration. It’s a beautiful sound.

I’m much more aggressive this time. Her pussy is still wet, and I know she can handle my full enthusiasm. I lick her clit, strumming it my tongue, stimulating that throbbing feeling I imagine she’s having. Her body moves in a static rhythm, expressing the energy radiating from her pussy.

“Adam please! PLEASE!”

“No!”

“I need you inside me! I need you inside me, NOW!”

I ignore her pleas, continuing to enjoy the taste of her, my cock throbbing with anticipation.

“Adam, I NEED you to fuck me! I NEED it!”

“Ok, fine.” I say in mock disappointment. “You’re gonna be a needy brat, I’ll give you what you fucking need.”

I pull her hair back, putting rubbing the head of my cock up and down between her lips and over her clit. I glide into her, and she moans. She wasn’t lying: She really feels like the perfect fit.

I want to feel her body. I pull her hair back, kissing her neck, and putting another arm around her back as I begin slow strokes into her. Her pussy is so fucking wet at this point, and my mind focuses on that lovely slopping sound of my dick sliding in and out of her; my balls smacking against her groin. I create some space between us to accentuate that sound. I wrap by arms around her legs, spreading and then lifting them up. As I thrust she puts both her hands around my neck. I stick my fingers in her mouth, getting her spit all over them, and then reach them down to rub her clit. Her eyes widen, her mouth stuck in an “O” of disbelief.

Her pattern of pleasure starts to repeat itself, but it’s more intense this time. She arches her back several times, and then her body seizes up. Her mouth is open in a silent scream. She grabs onto my back, her nails breaking into my skin. Her muscles flex with power, and I feel her pussy grip my cock, almost pushing me out, but I continue stroking in that same urgent rhythm. After I don’t know how much time her pussy releases my dick, and that’s when she screams, exorcising all the tension from her body.

This went on for … I really don’t know, lol. Trading places. Her sucking my dick while she put her ass and pussy over my mouth. Fucking her from behind while pulling her back and choking her lightly with my hand. her riding me on the floor as I put one of my vibrators to her clit. By the end of the night I didn’t even remember the girl I tutored, because the woman I slept with is just out of this world sexy.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/101jim8/i_32m_slept_with_someone_24f_i_used_to_tutor