I rang the doorbell and a dog started barking. It was not a yap but the deep woof of a large dog. I was calling on Mrs Evans for some private tuition in biochemistry. Earlier in the year I had been ill for a fortnight when my class had been taught the basics of biochemical pathways. When I came back to College I found I couldn't understand what the hell was going on. My parents had arranged with Mrs Evans to give me some help to catch up. I waited and the dog went quiet but nobody answered the door so I rang again and this set the dog off again. I then heard a female voice shhing the dog to stop the noise. A door bolt rattled and a lady open the door.
"Hi," I said, "I'm Ben. Coming for some extra biochem."
"Yes of course," she replied, "Is it 3.30 already? I was out in the garden and forgot the time. I am Clare Evans. Do come in."
She was a lady of about 40 or so, dressed in a loose T-shirt over some rather short shorts and bare feet. I felt rather overdressed in my college shirt, tie and grey trousers that my mother had insisted I wore. She opened the door and stood back motioning for me to come in. She had a friendly smiling face with shoulder length brown hair held back with a band over her head. I had just stepped into the narrow hallway when a large sandy coloured dog came bounding down the hall with its tail wagging furiously. I was so surprised that I accidentally fell against Mrs Evans who caught me. I was very embarrassed that there I was pressed up against her chest while she held my arm and my face brushed against her hair.
"Oh I am so sorry," I said trying to regain my balance. I was very aware of the soft firmness of her breasts and a faint smell of sweat and a floral fragrance as she gently pushed me upright.
"Bruno behave!" she said sternly, then turning to me said: "Just let him lick your hand and he will be your friend for life. He is only two years old and wants to play with everybody he meets. Are you OK?"
"Yep, I am fine. Sorry about that."
"No probs, Ben. Why don't you go into the dining room and I will just have a quick wash and be with you in a moment. There are some books I put out for you on the table. Have a look and see what you think."
With that she opened a door from the hall as she when off to freshen up. I sat down a table and started to look through one of the books. Bruno came with me and nestled his paw on my thigh inviting me to stroke him.
After only a few minutes Mrs Evans came back - she had redone her hair and taken the headband out.
"I see you two are making friends. Bruno is a lovely beast. My husband, Harry, is away quite a bit and I think of Bruno as my protector and best friend. Do you have a dog?"
" Not now. We did have one when I was small but it was run over by a van and since then, somehow we didn't want to get another."
"Now Bruno go and lie down," she ordered, and he slunk off to lie on the rug in the window, which overlooked the garden.
"We use this book at College" I said lamely as she sat down next to me. We began to go through the book. I was very conscious that her bare thigh was pressed against mine as she was sitting very close to me. We had a number books open and spread over the table as she started to explain the basics of biochemistry. Occasionally she would reach across me to find a diagram in one of the books in front of me. Each time she did I could feel the side if her breast rubbing against my arm. I began to get the idea that she was doing this on purpose and I found it a bit distracting from revision, but surprisingly arousing.
Towards the end of the hour she was looking for a couple of questions for me to do before our next session.
"Perhaps they over here," she said getting up and bending over a number of piles of books on the floor.
She knelt down with her back to me as she searched for the items. The shape of her bottom was very obvious and the crutch of her shorts divided the two checks of her well-rounded ass. Bruno came padding over and started to join in her search.
She didn't react immediately as I thought she might but seemed to pause and then turned her head and said in a soft voice, "Please Bruno, stop and sit down".
The dog sat down behind her and as she turned round she fondled his ears then came back to the table with a photocopied sheet.
"Have a go these two. And why don't you wear something a bit more informal and comfortable our next session. You look rather hot and flustered in that uniform."
I got up from the table and collected my bits before thanking her for a very helpful session. Now I was beginning to understand the biochem.
"I am glad you are finding this interesting," she said, " I will see you out".
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It was a steaming hot afternoon when I arrived for the second session dressed this time in T shirt and baggies. I rang the bell and almost immediately Mrs Evans showed me in. She was wearing a blue short-sleeved blouse with quite a deep neckline, which showed the swell of the tops of her breasts, the same shorts and bare feet as last time.
"Oh that looks better and much more suitable for today," she said, smiling, with a heavy emphasis on 'much'.
There was no sign of the wicked Bruno. We settled down to the books as before. Again her bare thigh was pressing against mine and the weather was so hot our skins were sticking together. I was finding it difficult to concentrate and getting aroused by the energy flowing across our thighs. We were trying to sort out how mitochondria work, and I was getting confused.
"I have a really helpful diagram somewhere here," she said getting up and rifling through a book or two.
She pushed the book across the table, leaning over as she did. I couldn't help but look straight down the gaping neck of her blouse at her tits, which were hanging beautifully surrounded by the blue cotton of her blouse. She stood up and looked hard at me while I blushed deep red.
"There is a much clearer one in another book," she said, as she returned to hunting through the pile.
She straightened up pulling the back of her blouse down and again pushed the book over to me. This time she leant over and pointed out the diagram and various details in it. My eyes, however, were down her blouse where even more of her breasts were showing. Despite her age she was just so arousing, with those soft rounded mounds only a couple of feet in front of me.
"Ben, I am not sure which aspects you are looking at." she spoke more sternly, looking straight into my eyes. Hers were a deep hazel colour, I noticed and she seems to look at me so intensely.
"Oh I'm so sorry, Mrs Evans. Yes this one is an excellent diagram." I replied, getting a little flustered.
"Please call me Clare, and I am still not sure what you are looking at." she smiled with a slightly amused look, keeping her position to show off a little longer.
Then she then stood up and asked if I would like a cold drink - which I gladly accepted.
Bruno came in while Clare was in the kitchen. He came up for his welcome pat on the head and he then ran off into the garden through the open French windows.
