So during my junior year of college, I began tutoring this guy in accounting. We were the same age but he dwarfed me in size, he was 6’4” and 220lbs of pure muscle. Every Tuesday and Thursday, we would meet in my college’s business school around 9 p.m. and go over his homework, discussing any new material and concepts that were confusing. The first time we met, he had just come from football practice and was sweaty and disheveled. I was instantly aroused, the sight and smell of him appealing to my most carnal desires. I was strangely turned on by the power dynamic. Even though I was half his size, I had control of the sessions and could steer the conversation anyway I liked.
Anyways, gradually our sessions became longer and longer, we often stayed after to chat about life and anything and everything. He was so easy to talk to and made me laugh like no one else. Now, I knew he secretly checked me out. Granted I always rushed to our sessions from the gym, donned in tight leggings that clung my ass. I could feel his eyes on me as I mapped something out on the white board or reached over to use his laptop.