PART 1: REFUGEE
There was a period of time in my high school years when I stayed with my aunt and nephew. My father sold off our apartment on short notice, making a tidy profit on the red-hot property market. Then he left on a long business attachment and dumped me with these relatives.
I was a refugee of sorts. In my opinion, this place was a ghetto. Noisy neighbours, strange smells, weird neighbors and all that. Ugh! This made me mad at my own father. Some people need to understand the sense of home better. Home is a place where we rest, not a piece of profitable stock!
What made things worse was that my plump old maid of an aunt believed I should "earn my keep" by doing chores around her sty. I was slogging around the apartment like the Cinderella, cleaning up after my hopeless nerd of a nephew. I considered spending most of my days at school to avoid this drudgery.
But soon, I changed my mind after meeting my nephew's personal tutor.
I recalled when I first answered Ms. Germaine's doorbell. She looked in her early 30s, but her beauty was magnetic enough to brighten my day. She still looked youthful but homey --the kind who preferred to read a book rather than go to a club. The faint lines around Germaine's eyes and cheeks told that her boisterous days were over. Her skin was very fair -- she hadn't bothered with makeup. Her shoulder-length hair was lush and slightly curly.
It was clear she once had a voluptuous body, but age had added a bit more padding in some areas. She still had an alluring, hourglass shape, which enticed me to want to squeeze her excess bits. Her white cotton sweater modestly concealed her bosoms, yet the protrusions were eye-popping -- so large that she still looked slender in proportion. Age added extra fat on those globes and I was sure they'd be sagging if she were wearing nothing....
In contrast with the white top were black pants that downplayed Ms. Germaine's curvy hips. Her bum's elevation soared breathlessly from the lower back, accentuated by bits of her extra fat.
It rounded off to a flabby mass at the center, squished compactly by the constricting pants.
I gawked when I first laid eyes on Ms. Germaine. She glared back and demanded, "Who are you?"
"Who are YOU?" I stupidly retorted.
My aunt intervened and introduced Ms. Germaine, before demanding that I made way. I was still stumped and didn't move much. As the tutor inched past me, her sweet, musky perfume overawed my senses just like her voluptuous form seduced me.
As Ms. Germaine and my nephew settled down to work, I spied her from a corner of the apartment. I drooled at the enormous protrusions on her chest. Her strict disposition, punctuated by her sharp, bold-rimmed glasses, gave the allure of forbidden fruit as she gestured and spoke and looked intently at elementary schoolwork.
PART 2: LITTLE ENCOUNTERS
Some time had passed after I first laid eyes on Ms. Germaine. One day, I got home to my aunt's place and she was there, tutoring my nephew. This time she was in a dark brown dress that hid most of her assets. I passed her front and stared at the only exposed part, the tits. When she turned at me, I scuttled off. I wonder if she saw me staring.
Later, I was in the kitchen when she came for a drink. I tried to make my move....
Me: So.... how long have you been tutoring Albert?
Germaine: Just 3 months.
Me: Is he good?
Germaine: Fine.
Me: You're.... a full-time tuition teacher?
Germaine: (She suddenly brightened a bit) You know someone else who needs tutoring?
Me: Not yet, but...
Germaine: It's not my full-time job.
Me: So what's your real occupation?
Germaine: A little work here and there. Freelance. Non of your concern.
(As she washed her cup, she held me transfixed on her jiggling tits, juggled by her polishing action of the glass.)
Me: So why tutor student, then?
Germaine: It pays the bills. (Dismissive tone, walked out)
(Later on, Ms. Germaine was at the door to leave while I was watering the planted outside the doorway. We ended up real close to each other at doorstep. I could smell her hair.... a fruity tang.
Until today, I didn't know hair could turn me on so much until I smelled the scent of shampoo on her. I peeked down at her body; my groin just centimeters from her butt as she bent down to wear her shoes. There was an aching in my groin....)
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Some weeks later, a cute little surprise greeted me when I got back -- an adorable pair of red oriental-style shoes at the doorstep. Its bright red weavings were tastefully decorated with golden threads of flower embroidery, all held together by purple rims. At once, I knew that they belonged to Ms. Germaine.
I held one shoe in my hand, running my fingers tenderly over the rim. The adorable footwear was surprising light. It seemed so small -- too petite for a mid-aged woman like my nephew's tutor. I visualized the bare, delicate foot of Ms. Germaine on this shoe. That turned me on. Holding the shoe in my hand was like holding her foot, ready to rove my hands up her more private regions....
I wasn't ready to enter the house. I took the oriental shoe to the deserted star landing next to the apartment. I stroked the shoe, then unzipped my pants.
Random images filled my head as I alternated between using my hands and the delicate shoe to pleasure my cock. I remembered the first delightful sight of Ms. Germaine at the door, the whiff of her shampoo scent as she stepped past me, and the sexy form of her voluptuous body under her conservative clothes.
There was an odd kinkiness in my act. I yanked my cock rigorously, imagining the tutor's dismissive gaze and unfeeling voice as I peeled off all her layers of garments lustily, then making this mature woman mine....
Uuuuuugh! My moans spat out in agonized whispers; urgently-spat cum shot into the shoe.
I zipped up without bothering to clean myself. I was taking a bath anyway. I replaced the shoe at the doorway before going into the apartment. Ms. Germaine was just leaving when I headed to my room. She was in an adorable red dress that parted at the legs, revealing parts of her fair thighs. Her dressed matched the shoes perfectly.
This was the sexiest outfit I had seen her in so far, and it flattered her figure amazingly. Her bountiful butt raised the bottom flap of that dress so that it dangled behind her legs instead of wrapping around them. Her pale arms were exposed; but at the point where they met the chest, the dress jealously covered. Most prominent were her womanly globes, wrapped completely in the red material and emitting sheens from the dress' silken material. With every move, the tightly pressed tits jiggled in their prison, beckoning teasingly for my attention.
At such an arousing sight, my cock stirred again!
