Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 19:47:55 EDT
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: A Reverse Tutorial

Still UP! (My site, that is. http://louisamay1111.tripod.com/) And this
story is for Tanja.


     It was early in the afternoon and Tanja Schmidt actually had a bit of
a buzz on! She smiled to herself as she tidied up her apartment for her
next tutoring lesson with Nicole. Well, she thought, no harm. It wasn't
like she was falling down drunk or anything, just a warm fuzziness.
     She'd had a small going-away party for a friend, who was going on a
year-long global vacation (the result of a small inheritance), and had sent
her off with Champagne.  For which Tanja, remembering belatedly, had very
little tolerance. Ah well. She hummed to herself as she stacked glasses to
dry.
     As she worked, she mused on eleven-year-old Nicole, who would be
arriving at any minute. A pretty girl, she thought. A bit spoiled, but
that's what comes of money.  Nice, though. And such skin! A natural bronze,
soft. It seemed to exude its own light, sweet odor. Tanja scooped idly at
the bowl of a Champagne flute with her dish towel as she mentally travelled
over the girl's body: the pretty, elfin face with its large, blue blue
eyes, snubbed, boyish nose, high fierce cheekbones and sly smile; her
athletic bone structure with its widish shoulders; that precocious little
bust that always intrigued Tanja so (once in summer Nicole had worn a very
light cotton t-shirt and no bra, and it was all her tutor could do to keep
from staring at the protruding little nipples that boldly poked through!)
-- but what really made Fra Schmidt rather dizzy (even now she found
herself taking a deep breath at the thought) were Nicole's smooth, luscious
legs. In summer she'd wear shorts, and her brown legs shone. But these
days, in the fall and early spring, if she wasn't wearing slacks, Nicole
would appear in her school uniform, with that short, short skirt, which
just sent Frau Schmidt to the moon. She had to concentrate mightily, and as
a consequence these lessons turned out to be quite a bit more difficult
than usual, for both teacher and pupil.

     "Ding-dong!"
     Speak of the little devil! Frau Schmidt shook herself out of her
reverie, wiped her hands, and went to the door.
     "OK, Torture Time!" Nicole made a face and bustled in.
     Tanja held the door for her, noting with some pleasurable anxiety the
school uniform. "Well," as she closed the door behind her, "and a Good
Afternoon to you too!"
     Nicole hefted her school knapsack onto the couch, turned and smiled.
Then she crinkled her nose, sniffing. "Were you smoking??"
     "Silly girl." Tanja went to a window and opened it a crack. "No, I had
a little party for some friends. Tell me if it gets too cold."
     Nicole had already spied the half-empty bottle of Champagne on a
sideboard. "Oooh, Champagne!" She whirled on Tanja, hands clasped. "Could
we have some, pleeeeease??"
     Tanja tilted her head, mock-serious. "Now, Nicole, how old are you?"
     The girl was all innocence. "Old enough."
     "Oh, Really?!"
     Nicole pouted. "I knooow, I know. . .but. . .pleeeease? If I do good?"
     "If you do well?"
     "If I do good well?"
     Tanja smiled. "We'll see. Get out your lesson books."
     With a grin, Nicole leaned over the couch to rummage in her
knapsack. Tanja watched her, and swallowed softly, as the girl's little
school skirt rode up the backs of her smooth thighs. And as Tanja herself
had to bend down to retrieve her own notebook from a lower desk drawer, she
took a peek at the girl from below: Ohh, such beauty! The trim muscles of
Nicole's inner thighs rippled with the girl's efforts, and even her plain
white panties were visible! They, too, strained against Nicole's nubile
body, and grooved into her shadowed inner softness. Ooh, Frau Schmidt felt
dizzy. She stood, and swayed a bit. A hand reached out to the desk chair.
     "Are you OK?" Nicole was standing now, and staring at her teacher with
concern.
     Tanja smiled weakly. She passed a hand over her face. "Oh, yes,
Nicole, thank you. I jogged a little too far this morning, I'm afraid." She
took a breath and gestured to the Champagne. "And I had a bit of that,
too. Silly me."
     "Silly you, yes!" Nicole grinned. She put her hands on her hips.  "How
can you tutor me in such a state??"
     "Well, I'm sure I don't know, but I'll try." Tanja sat on the couch.
"And now enough. We begin."
     And they did, as always, except that both had other things on their
minds. Frau Schmidt, of course, being constantly aware of her pupil's legs,
revealed as they were, and even more, and varyingly, when the girl shifted
and squirmed.
     And Nicole for she had always been somewhat peripherally aware of her
teacher's interest.  Especially that day she'd worn her favorite H&M
t-shirt she thought Frau Schmidt would burn a hole in it!
     But now. . .for Nicole had noticed, in one brief glimpse while she
foraged for her lesson books, Frau Schmidt looking directly at her bottom!
At her panties! From underneath!! Oooh, what a dirty old woman! But not,
really. Not. . .old, really. Quite pretty, actually, kind of like a
blonder, older Renee Zellwiger or somebody. And not dirty, either. . .Frau
Schmidt was always very. . .proper, and clean, and always smelled
lovely. And she was always dressed beautifully, as she was now, with her
lovely cashmere sweater over the long burgundy skirt. Those pearls were so
her.  Funny. . .it was kind of exciting, knowing that her tutor was looking
at her. . .in that way. Hmm.  . .
     And then Vocabulary was done! "Good, very good," Frau Schmidt murmured
proudly.
     "Did I do WELL?" Nicole's brows were way up.
     Tanja smiled. She took a breath, then: "Okay  "
     "Yaaaaay!!" Nicole jumped to her feet, fists in the air.
     "  but just a little Little, right? And then, Done."
     Nicole scampered over to the sideboard and grabbed a Champagne
flute. "Ooh, cool glasses."
     "Yes. They're called 'flutes'." Tanja picked up the bottle and
uncorked it. "Be careful with it,
it's very delicate."
     "Heey, you have to too!"
     Her teacher shook her head. "No, I had quite enough today."
     Nicole pouted. "But that's no fun. How can we toast my good study?"
     Tanja smiled. "Little imp. Alright," as she poured a bit into another
flute, "a tiny toast." And she poured some into Nicole's.
     "A liiiitle more?"
     With a smirk, Tanja tilted an extra drop into the girl's glass.
"Enough." She held up her glass.
     "To  excellent work. May it continue."
     "Amen." Nicole giggled, then they sipped. Nicole rubbed her nose and
gigled again. "Tickles my nose."
     Tanja put her glass down. "Alright, now  "
     "Oh wait, wait." Nicole held her half-full glass. "Let's do that. .
.that arm-linking toast. You know?"
     Tanja smiled, and let out a mock sigh. "All RIGHT. But then, work."
She retrieved her glass.  "And you're supposed to hold your flute by the
stem, not the bowl. Comme ca." She held her glass accordingly.
     "Ohh." Nicole held the stem gingerly. "Okay. Let's do it." She
reached an arm up and around
her tutor's, clumsily.
     "What's your toast?"
     Nicole was concentrating on her glass. "Ummn. . .to. ..drinking
Champagne!"
     "To drinking Champagne, then." And Tanja slowly brought her own
glass to her lips--
    "I can't--"
    "No, Nicole, wait, wait--"
      --And found herself being splashed by both glasses! For Nicole had
fumbled her hold, and in trying to right herself, pulled away, and
succeeded in bringing both their glasses down. And the contents went
splashing all over both of them.
     "Ohhh NOO!" Nicole stood, hands out, surveying the havoc she'd
wreaked.
     "Ohh, Nicole. . ." And Tanja was indeed soaked, from cashmere to knee
boots. She hadn't realized how much Champagne she'd poured. "Well. . .I'll
get the floor."  And she went to the kitchen to get a towel.
     She returned to find Nicole drinking from the bottle. "Nicole!"
     With a start, the girl handed the bottle to her tutor. "I didn't get
to have my toast," she murmured.
     Tanja shook her head. She was feeling uncomfortably wet and clammy as
she wiped the floor.  As she stood, she noted that Nicole's skirt was
equally soaked. "Great.  Your parents will just love you coming home with
your clothes all wet with booze. Ai-yi-yi."
     "You have a dryer, right?"
     "Yeeess. . ."
     "Let's just pop our stuff in and good as new!" Nicole's innocence
was endearing.
     Tanja smiled. "Mrs. Clean. Hmm. . .Well, we'll have to clean them
first. I think I have a robe you could wear "
     Nicole grinned. "Ooh, I'd like that."
     "Alright. Let's adjourn to the bedroom."

     "I've never been here, I LOVE it!" Nicole ran her hand over Tanja's
quilted bedspread. And as she saw her tutor unbuttoning her sweater "Ohh,
no, wait." Tanja's hands stopped. Nicole tilted her head. "I
think. . .since I caused all this, that I should be like your maid."
     "My maid?"
     "Uh-huh. Aaaand. . .you should be, like, the Lady of the House, and
I'll take your clothes off."
     Tanja's eyebrows rose. "You take my clothes off?"
     Nicole nodded. She was blushing but determined.And a bit drunk. Not
that she really knew what that was, only that she felt very, very good.
     And Tanja knew she should just say NO, just stop this silliness right
now. . .but she, too, was feeling. . .a bit lofty, and ready for something
risky. "Well. .  .alright." She let her hands down.
     Nicole grinned. "Alright. . ." and she reached up to Frau Schmidt's
sweater and proceeded to unbutton. When she'd finished with it, she drew it
off Frau Schmidt's shoulders.
     "Put it in that basket there."
     "Okay." She did so. "Now. . .your dress, Milady?"
     Both were aware of Nicole's continuous blush, and of how odd, and
sexy this was. And after
she'd unbuttoned the skirt, Nicole didn't let it fall, but carefully
brought it down Frau Schmidt's firm,
hose-covered legs. "Step out, milady."
     "Umm. . ." Nicole stood back and was somewhat taken aback by this
vision of her normally staid teacher standing there in just her shirt, hose
and boots. Frau Schmidt's expression was quite enigmatic. Proper, and quite
aware of the impropriety of the whole thing.
     "Now your shirt. . ." which was also quite damp. Frau Schmidt raised
her arms and let her student lift her t-shirt over her head. Now she stood
in just her bra, hose and boots.
     "I can get the boots-- "
     "Here, I'll sit," and Tanja sat on the edge of her bed. She gazed with
wonder as her young pupil knelt on one knee before her to unzip her
calf-high boots. Nicole pulled at the first, a small smile of effort and
who-knows-what on her face; her panties were quite visible to Tanja in this
position, and the tutor had a distinct feeling that the girl knew it. The
other boot came off.
     "Thank you, my dear maid." She stood. "And now I think I can--  "
     "No, I'm not finished." Nicole stood. "Your pantyhose is wet, too, I
can see it."
     "Well, yes, I know, but--  "
     "So I have to do my job. Don't I?"
     Tanja looked down at the wide eyes of her pretty student. This was
getting strange. But why not? Well, many why nots, but what the hell. "Yes,
I suppose you do." And she stood quietly amazed as Nicole tucked a thumb in
each side of her pantyhose waistband and pulled down.
     When she'd rolled to the knees, Nicole murmured, "sit, please."  Tanja
did, and raised her legs to allow her pupil to roll the pantyhose all the
way off.
     And now Nicole stood and just looked at her. "I knew it."
     "What?"
     "How beautiful my teacher is."
     And now Tanja felt herself blush! "Nicole. . ."
     And quicksilver-like, Nicole was all business. "Will you do me?"
     "Oh, ohh-kaaay. . ." And Tanja caught her own reflection in her
bathroom door mirror as she stood: herself in bra and panties, about to
remove Nicole's clothes. She hadn't even dreamed of this in her
masturbatory fantasies!
     Her fingers shook slightly as she unbuttoned, first the shirt, then
the skirt. Trying to seem businesslike when all she felt was creamy awe.
     Nicole watched her like a hawk. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
     "Yes," Tanja said, "I think you're very pretty."
     "I think you're pretty, too." They were now both standing close to
each other, each in bra and panties. Nicole looked down. "My panties are
wet, too."
     "Uh-huh. . ."
     Nicole turned to face her teacher.
     Frau Schmidt tucked her thumbs into Nicole's waistband and peeled the
panties down. Oh, such loveliness! Just the bare hint of brown wisp. And
the light, delicate slit. Which opened slightly as she stepped out of her
panties.
     "Yours are wet, too, I think." And Nicole touched a finger to the blue
satin crotch of her tutor's panties.
     "Ohh, my," Tanja murmured, and took a step back.
     Nicole stood in just her small bra. "Yep, they're wet."
     Tanja stood, breathing. "Yes."
     "Do you want to take them off, or should I?"
     Tanja brought her hands slowly to her panties. "I. . .I will, I
think." And she began to, filled with a paralyzing lust, and a feeling of
being somewhat out of control.
     As she stepped out of her panties, Nicole came nearer. "Ooh, it's so
pretty." She touched her fingers to the trim, brown bush. "So soft."
     Tanja just stood, her pulse thudding, dizzy. She watched Nicole's hand
on her pubic hair.The feeling was wonderful, luscious. . .she felt closer
to an orgasm than she thought possible.
     Nicole stood lightly brushing her fingertips through Frau Schmidt's
fuzz, watching the woman's reactions. "That feels good, doesn't it?"
     Her tutor could only nod, and take a deep, shaky breath.
     "I know." Nicole could feel the warm flesh under Frau Schmidt's pubic
hair soften. "I like to touch myself there." She shifted her stance,
opening her slim thighs. "Do you want to touch me too?"
     "Oh, God. . ." whispered Tanja, and she brought a shaky hand to
Nicole's lightly furred mound. She watched, transfixed, as the girl closed
her eyes and thrust her slit forward to meet her tutor's fingers.
     And as Tanja's fingers slid along Nicole's wispy groove, Nicole's
fingers sank through her teacher's bush and into her warm, damp slit.
     "OHHhh, my GOD. . . !" Tanja's other hand came around to press on
Nicole's hand, and helped it begin frigging deeply. Nicole was now
breathing heavily under her tutor's fingers, and bucking her hips back and
forth. The two moved into each other, Nicole's other hand frantic now,
grabbing at her teacher's thigh, her bottom, flashing back to her own
bottom, stroking, pinching, kneading.
     And very soon, Frau Schmidt was bucking against Nicole's hand,
moaning, her back hunching over, stomach muscles trembling, as she came
mightily. And Nicole did too, whining and squirming.  And they both fell,
spent (temporarily) on the bed.