525- Lesson One

by Jackie

The sweet fragrance carried on the warm humid air that escaped and rolled down the short hallway of the small apartment when the bathroom door opened told me that she was out of the bath. The mixture of sexual tension and fear of the consequences of being wrong gripped me like a giant clamp as I rose from the couch and began to tip-toe down the hall.

Just like yesterday she was in her room with the door ajar wearing the short night dress. I watched through the crack as she slipped into her bed under the covers. The movement of her hands under the blankets wouldn't have been definitive if not for what I had observed the day before. I waited until the undercover movements became more vigorous before intruding.

"Would you like some help with that?" I offered as I stepped into her room.

"Uh, what... help with what?" she squealed defensively stopping her jilling movements.

"I know what you were doing... and I don't think you're doing it right." I could see the wheels turning behind her frightened and embarrassed looking eyes.

"If I wasn't doing anything... how could I be doing it wrong?" she attempted to take on the role of a defense attorney.

I crossed the room and sat on the edge of her bed. She cringed a little and resisted when I pulled her hands out from under the covers. The bubble of air that had been trapped under the sheet surrounded both of us with its unique fragrance. She didn't resist with all her strength so I was able to bring her right hand to my nose and inhale theatrically.

"Even though there are no two that smell exactly the same, there is no mistaking that aroma," I informed the youngster in the bed.

The only light came from the hall through the crack in the bedroom door but the blush was almost a light source of its own.

"There's nothing wrong with it, most people do it... you're not in trouble," I allayed her fears.

Slowly I slid my hand under the cover and located the pulled up hem of her gown. An inch or so lower the incredibly soft flesh of her inner thigh sent bolts of delight up my arm that swirled in my brain. The heat radiating on my hand from the apex of those slender columns felt like the wash from an open oven door. Moving quickly it was no more than a couple of seconds before my fingers encountered the spongy plump hairless mons that was the source. A moment later my finger tips dipped in to the slightly yawning crease.

"Shhhh..." I hissed as she settled into the rhythmic my fingers automatically commenced.

She strained and twisted as I expertly manipulated the oozing gash until every muscle went stiff and she emitted a shrill little noise before going completely limp. I kissed her forehead confident that she would remain suspended in the post orgasmic bliss for a little while. I went back to the living room sucking my fingers and planning tomorrow's extracurricular lesson.