There was a student I tutored for a few years a while ago, her name was Yume. I started tutoring her during her Sophomore year in Geometry. She was a very good student, and she probably would have been fine without me, but her parents were pretty strict, especially her mom, and wanted to ensure she got the best grades she could.
A little about me if you haven't read any of my other adventures. I am an engineer by job, working as a part time tutor as well, married and kids, although a significant lack of passion in our relationship.
Yume's family dynamics were interesting. From Japanese descent, her parents were both 1st generation born in the United States and seemed to follow many traditional Japanese customs, but I will be the first to admit that I don't know a lot about them. I am only speaking from perception, not knowledge. Yume was caught in the middle between their world and her world as a teen growing up in the US.
I made sure to treat her parents with extreme respect but her mom always watched me like a hawk. That first year of tutoring had to be more stressful for her than Yume. Yume was a good kid, with a good head on her shoulders. What I couldn't figure out is if her mom didn't trust her or me.
As time went on, her mom did seem to get more comfortable. Her Junior year progressed through Algebra 2 and I continued to tutor her once or twice a week. I watched as Yume matured and developed into a gorgeous young woman with a very athletic figure. She did have a boyfriend throughout this year and perhaps her mom saved her energy to watch over them more than me, I don't know. By her senior year she had fully developed. She was an independent young woman of stunning beauty. Her long dark hair contrasted with her exotic green eyes. She still had her athletically trim body, about 5'6" and small tits. She portrayed herself with confidence too, it was very nice to see.
Throughout her senior year we seemed to get more and more freedom during our tutoring sessions. While last year her mom didn't watch us like a hawk, she was still around. This year it seemed she had changed a bit. Maybe deciding that as she had a boyfriend, I was probably safe, and also perhaps she was just comfortable with me being around. Either way it just tended to work to our benefit.
Later in the school year, we were kind of alone for one of our sessions. Her mom was home, but in a different room. We were studying as normal, she was doing some practice tests and needed to spread out some more. This was usual and as I had become very adept at reading upside down I sat opposite her at the table, watching her work. I do have to admit though, this seat definitely had some major advantages over sitting next to a student. With the right shirt, it could give me quite a show. Some of my students have realized this and purposefully teased me, others seemed quite oblivious to this.
It seemed at first that Yume had no idea she was teasing me. Granted, with her small tits, and there wasn't much cleavage, but there was enough to catch my attention. On this day she wore a loose fitting tank top with thin straps covered over with a loose fitting button up that was mainly just covering her arms. As she was concentrating she had a very enduring habit of biting on her lip to the side. I found myself focusing on her lips several times during the evening without realizing it. I managed to catch myself everytime without her noticing, or at least I thought I had. As the evening progressed, she got more and more comfortable, at one point sitting with her legs tucked under her, propping herself up more than usual.
As she continued to concentrate, and in her new vantage point, she was leaning over her work more than usual. At one point I looked up from her work and noticed I could look directly down her shirt. Her over shirt was open completely, allowing her tank top to drape down, allowing me a direct view of her tits. I know she rarely wore a bra as her tits were pretty small, and tonight I was glad of that. As I glanced, I could have sworn her nipples were hard. Now granted, I had never seen her nipples before, but I am sure, if this was their natural state, I would have seen evidence through her shirts' before today. I was captivated. As my focus was on her tits, it took me a second to realize she had stopped writing. Knowing I was probably in trouble I slowly let my eyes wander up to her face. She was looking directly at me, a smirk on her face, slightly sucking on the eraser on her pencil. I am sure my face must have turned beet red at this point as she laughed out loud at me. I tried to stammer out an apology but probably just made everything worse.
By this time I was also sporting a very hard erection in my shorts. As I have said before, tits are my weakness, large or small, doesn't matter. She must have had an inkling of what I was going through as she smiled broadly at me, but didn't say a word. She gave me a knowing smile and went back to work, getting more comfortable again, pulling her feet out from under her. I might have been sweating a little and was slightly devastated that she caught me. A moment later her mom came out and seeing my face asked if I needed some water, Yume covered up a laugh while I answered that would be great.
A moment later she came back with the water and went back to whatever she was doing. I figured I was in the clear at this point and started to get back to work. A moment later I felt her foot in my crotch and whatever control I had managed to get, I lost that instant. She started to slide her foot up and down my now completely hard cock. I looked across the table at her to find her staring at me, concentrating on what she was doing. I sat there, a bit dumbfounded to be honest, completely unprepared for this. It had honestly been several days since I had any action, by myself or with my wife, so I was beyond ready at this point. She deftly stroked me with her foot, seeming to flex her toes to grip me somehow. I could do nothing but sit there as she stroked me, partly out of shock, partly just enjoying the feeling of it. My face must have been amusing because she started to laugh out loud watching me. I was concentrating hard on enjoying the circumstances that I was pretty oblivious to everything else, I am lucky her mom didn't come around at that time.
She got serious then and started to stroke me faster with her foot, applying a little more pressure while biting her bottom lip. She was staring at me intently, her eyes seemingly on fire with desire and her foot expertly stroked me. I was already getting close to cumming, which surprised me. Not that I have a ton of stamina, but typically much more than this. I didn't dare make my enjoyment too obvious but she could tell I had to be close. She continued stroking me until I couldn't take it anymore, I kind of grunted as quietly as I could as I proceeded to fill my pants with cum. It was at this point I was very glad I was wearing boxer briefs, had I been wearing boxers I am sure my cum would have run down my leg. As it is, I am sure that given enough time the front of my shorts would be obviously wet.
As I calmed down, she casually withdrew her foot from my crotch, still with that evil grin on her face. I calmly excused myself to the bathroom, making her laugh. I had to admit, it was kind of funny. I got to the bathroom and locked myself in. I proceeded to clean myself up as much as I could, although I had seriously made a mess. I atleast made myself comfortable enough to finish our session and made my way back to her. I sat back down and we finished the session with only a minimum amount of awkwardness. As we finished we scheduled the next session as if she hadn't just made me cum in my shorts with just her foot. I shook my head as I walked to my car and drove home.
The next few days were uneventful, I didn't receive any texts from Yume or her mom, not that I really expected to. It was then the day before our next scheduled appointment and I got a text from Yume rescheduling our session out 1 further day. This wasn't common with her, but didn't really make me wonder why. It does happen with students and typically I am flexible enough to handle these late requests.
The day came and I showed up as usual at her place. I was let in with all the usual courtesy, slipped my shoes off and made my way to the usual table. Sitting down next to each other we got started with perhaps the only awkwardness in my head. She was her typical jovial self and her mom seemed talkative than usual as well. About 10 mins or so into the session her mom announced she had an appointment she had to go to, and would be gone at least an hour. With this announcement ideas started to trickle into my head, or maybe pour is a better term at this point. It wasn't 2 minutes after her mom drove off that Yume stopped what she was doing and got up. She pulled my chair away from the table and proceeded to straddle me, sitting on my lap and leaned in to kiss me.
We kissed for a couple of minutes, both of us savoring our first kiss, seemingly a little out of order after last week's footjob. Her lips felt soft but firm at the same time, forceful at one point and yielding the next. We explored each other's mouths with our tongues, while we wrapped our hands around each other, pulling each other even closer.