This story is about how I first fell in love with my studies. My parents are successful businessmen. We never needed money. When we wanted something, we just took it and bought it. I am a student, but I never went to school. Parents paid me home schooling so that I would get more individual knowledge and not be overwhelmed by the masses. I, of course, liked it.

The essence of home study is that teachers go home to a homeworker after their school lessons. I went to the teacher in all subjects. Almost always there was one teacher for one subject. During the lesson, the parents were sitting in another room, and the classes were held in a large, spacious living room, the door of which showed the entrance door, the corridor. Many teachers were old, so no one sexually turned me on, but there was one English teacher Oksana ...

I never had any problems with English. I love this subject and the language itself. Therefore, I made a good impression on her. She was young. She is about thirty years old, with long black hair, slim, with long perfect legs. The eyes are large, black mirror, the nose is small and tanned skin. She often wore jeans and even then looked perfect. Then the elastic butt stood out and attracted the eye. In contrast to her legs and jeans, her feet attracted even more, and I always wanted to touch them, take them in the palm of my hand. But when she put on a skirt, even below the knee, it was impossible to break away from her legs.

Each lesson was in agony. I had to think about what I was doing, writing, reading, doing assignments from a textbook, but my thoughts were absolutely not here. Therefore, constantly looking at her as she put her hand under his feet, legs and legs and looked at the room. How I wanted to be her hand at that moment.

She never showed herself from the sexual side and behaved with me like a teacher with a student.

Once again she came to my class. It was the eve of summer, May or April. She took off her shoes. I always watched her legs free of shoes, leaving them, showing the world their lovely, thin legs with a neat pedicure without varnish. This time, since it was almost summer, she came in a loose dress to the floor, enveloping her slender, sandy-colored waist. Although the dress was up to the floor, her feet still looked out from under him. It was possible to go crazy, seeing how the legs touch the floor, slightly shrinking ... At this moment you start to envy even the floor.

She sat down and, as always, crossed her legs, exposing her foot to the side, which could be looked at. Everything started to move in his stomach, then in his head.

- Well, let's check homework. - In a thin, velvety voice.

She began to check the task, mockingly shaking her leg. I began to feel that I could not stand it. Moreover, the summer will begin now and I will not see it for at least three months.

- Sorry, Oksana. I do not want what you thought too much, but can I ... gently ... just kiss your foot?

- What you said? - she frowned a little, she asked, my head floated from her voice.

- Just kiss. Slightly. Nothing bad. - I said, sliding from the chair.

I knelt down and tried to lean against my leg, but she abruptly pulled her under herself, removing her leg from her leg.

- What are you doing? Absolutely sbrendil?

- Nothing more. You like it, just lean back briefly.

I bent down very low, so that my chin touched the floor. Her neat little leg with even beautiful fingers was tense and ready to bounce. I was so close to them that they seemed to be the size of my head. I pushed my lips and leaned them against my finger. She pushed the leg. But I moved up and started again. Her skin was so soft and silky, and her marigolds were even and pleasant to the taste. At some point, she stopped pushing the leg. For about ten minutes I kissed and lightly, with the tip of my tongue, licked one finger.I already had this. The penis became very hard and tried so that through his pants and underwear he did not touch the floor, otherwise he would have broken out immediately, I wanted to get excited too. These were magical ten minutes. I have not even a numb neck. Then I moved to another finger, and just the thought that she wouldn't be sitting here forever made me quickly get down to others. Slowly, sweeping my lips and tongue through the cracks between my fingers, I went to the very foot, feeling every vein. She seems to have begun to enjoy herself. Then I started kissing my ankle, sometimes waving my leg. A long dress wrapped around me, and the edges of his neck tickled my neck. Gently pressing my lips to the slender leg, I climbed higher and higher on it, reaching the knee. At that moment, she put out a leg and stroked my stomach. I thought she was stroking, but gradually, she pushed me a little, making it clear that she did not want me to rise higher. But still, finally, I managed to firmly kiss the flat, firm knee. I got up and sat down. She checked the task to the end, put the assessment and went to shoes. Everyone walked in silence until she shyly said goodbye and left the house. But at the next lesson, it woke up something that she and I really liked.

On the next scheduled day, when there should be English, the parents were not at home. I had to take the teachers myself. From minute to minute the teacher of English should have already arrived. But she was already half an hour late. I was waiting for her with a wiggle in her stomach. And not because it would be excited, but because it was scary. I had no idea how I would look into her eyes, after what I was doing, I was ashamed. The doorbell rang.

I opened the door and could not believe my eyes. The teacher was in a small topic, apparently without a bra. A short skirt that is ten centimeters above the knee, thin pantyhose and elegant shoes. With makeup, nothing has changed. When she entered, I closed the door, everything was firmly standing by me, and my head was spinning again.

- Hello. Parents are not at home today? She asked. Compared to how she left last time, shy and timid, this time she behaved very confidently.

- Hello. Yes, they are not today.

- Well.

She did not begin to take off her shoes and went into the living room right in high-heeled shoes. It seemed to me that I would fall unconscious now.

She sat up, put her foot on the leg, began to rock her. Start by checking homework.

In the assignment, by the way, everything was exactly right, because in order to distract the teacher from the last lesson and not to annoy her, I tried more than usual to do it. And then he also let him check on his father, that he often flew to America and knew English like the native speakers themselves.

With an attentive look, she checked the assignment. I did not know what to say.

- Forgive me ... well ... for the past ...

- Nothing. Did you like it?

- Yes of course. More than. You are very beautiful.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling, and continued almost in a whisper, “I also liked it.”

- But now is not about that. - closing the textbook she said. - In the task everything is not correct.

- How? Everything should be right. Everything is checked.

“No,” she said capriciously. - It's not like that, - continued after a pause. - Since you liked ... the last lesson ... maybe you want to correct the assessment?

- Yes of course! - I was thrilled in delight. I finally realized that today will enter my memory as the best.

- Then break me. And then I forgot, it seems. I do not want you to bring dirt into the house.

She put and pushed the leg. I knelt, leaned over and, just like the last time, started kissing my fingers. I pressed my lower lip to the sole, upper to the fingers, and with my tongue I passed there, which was in the middle.

- Come on, lick more gently. Do you like it?

- Yes very.

- Then let. Keep going And let more drooling.

I obediently and with pleasure began to lick smooth legs, specially letting ...