After finishing my apprenticeship successfully, I worked, quite happily, on the building sites, and occasionally in the different capacity as a repairs electrician. After a period of time where I tutored my son, from a relationship which had come close to marriage, I decided I wanted to further my already impressive academic list of certificates.
My application to Strathclyde University was accepted with no fuss.
One thing I myself noticed right away was that I was that bit older than the average student, after all, I was a mature student. It wasn't a massive difference. I was about ten years older than the majority of the rest of the students. The worst really, and it was not a problem, would be that I was mistaken for a young Tutor. I had no problem with that, and I always like to make clear with this, I never attempted to 'impersonate' a tutor. I sometimes didn't mention it, why would you introduce your self so! If it was relevant and I didn't want someone misled I would tell them I was another student.
There was one young girl, I'd say about twenty, I was thirty, so, nothing weird in that gap.. I had spotted her looking in my direction a couple of times in the Modern Languages building.
I made my way to my first class in University for German language. Once in the classroom, I noticed that there were a few faces that looked a little younger than myself, I also noticed the face of someone who may well have been a couple of years older than me. The University, like all the Universities, had a policy whereby they took on a certain amount of mature students, and I had in good authority that mature students hada slightly better percentage of success, due to levels of application etc.
After I sat down, placing myself near the back of the room, I was soon joined by the girl I had noticed looking at me earlier. She sat down next to me.
"Hello, my name's Clare" She said. "You may have seen me earlier, I was going to come and ask you if you knew where this class was, I thought you may have been a tutor, a young one I should add, Sorry" She giggled. She was sat there next to me and I couldn't help but notice how buxom she was, a little overweight, not terribly so. Wearing a sky blue top, and one of those tight skirts that often highlight a woman's thighs. She looked pretty good in that area, and her tights were that light colour, flesh coloured I think they're described and all topped off with a pair of glasses.
"No need to apologize." I said. "Bill's the name, and I don't mind the mature part, hopefully in a good way!"
"Oh indeed." She giggled again.
"Oh, ha ha..." I could tell right away, the older man thing done it for this little 5' 5" of fluffy girliness! "Are you glad you took German?" I asked.
"Oh I'm not sure, someone told me it was actually quite easy, looking at some of these books I'm not so sure."
"Don't worry." I assured her. "If there's something you're not sure of, just ask, I'm not bad at it."
"That's fantastic!" She exclaimed, which turned a few heads also, she noticed too and lowered her voice as she moved her body a little closer grasping my lower arm with her right breast rubbing against my upper arm. I had no objections to that. They felt firmer than I thought they'd be.
The lady who was going to be our German tutor entered, a fine looking mature Lady, Mrs Anderson. A German lady married to a Scotsman. She was a good looking woman aging greatly, her hair just moving to that silvery colour. I was thinking, I'll probably have some questions for her!
On quite a few occasions during the tutorial Clare had some queries for me, each time giving my arm a thrill with her lovely boob. It made the tutorial quite pleasant.
It was still summertime and on the next tutorial Clare came in with a blouse, with a couple of buttons undone, nothing slutty about it, like I said, it was summer. That cleavage was going to be a distraction. What can one do? I'd just have to suck it up. (There was a thought!). I couldn't help thinking that it would be a great place for your face! She undid another button, expressing how warm she felt.
"Clare" I said. "Not that it's a problem, but just to let you know, from my angle I can see quite a bit of your.....your..."
"Breasts, Bill." She said. "They generally call them breasts, and not to worry, you're a gentleman, I'm not going to let it bother me. Though, does it bother you, do my breasts bother you, Bill?" She looked serious, but then broke into a grin.
"You're despicable." I laughed. "We should lower our voices a little though, when talking like this."
"Don't worry." She told me. "Next time my voice will be lower, you know if I mention how your tight trousers get my heart fluttering." It took a bit longer this time, but the grin came back. I started to wonder if I should engage with her in her little game.
"It's all ok, Clare," I murmured. "The sight of your Tits doesn't really bother me. It's just that my last girlfriend, who I'm now broken up with, had pretty big tits." She looked aghast.
"I'm so sorry, Bill," She said in a sorrowful voice. "I had no idea I was bringing up some sore memories for you. Seeing my breasts must be difficult for you."
This nerdish girl was turning into a sexpot, possibly! I was starting to feel tempted. I put my hand on her thigh thinking, two can play this game.
"At least I've found someone who understands." I moved my hand up a couple of inches further. Here the two of us were playing this weird little game, she knew it was a game,
Didn't she?! It seemed like she was getting off on the fantasy side of this, if fantasy was how you'd describe it.
I had a quick look around. Nobody was looking at us.
"I miss this a lot." I told her, moving my hand to the edge of her panties, slipping a finger in and feeling her vagina. "She used to love it when I did this. Do you like it, Clare love?" She was turning red.
"Oh heck" She whispered. "This is backfiring on me, I tried to be the sexually confident person and I'm feeling nothing but guilt now."
"Don't worry." I told her, removing my fingers from her pussy. "You're just doing something you're not used to, am I right?"
"No, I'm not." She appeared close to tears. "You must think I'm stupid, you wouldn't look twice at me, I'm just no good with boys."
"Don't be silly." I said. "You're a very pretty girl, listen, join me at dinnertime for a lunchtime drink, there you go, so popular you've got a date already."
