The tutor -part 1[lil mini series ]

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It's Friday evening. She just took a long bath and is now watching herself in the mirror, holding the dryer in her hand, looking at her unshaven legs.

It had been so long since someone made her feel loved enough to keep herself clean.

Touching her breasts still soft and ripe, a beautiful round ass and a cute tight little thing, waiting to be taken care of.

"I will not hold myself back now. I also deserve something nice for an evening, at least," she mumbled to herself and checked her phone. Rohan was with his friends today, sleeping over, and it was just 6 PM.

Putting on a thin pink nightie over her still damp body, she started thinking about where to begin until the doorbell rang.

"Who is it now. Can't I have peace for just one day," she muttered, walking to the door.

She opened it.

"Arjun!" surprise clear in her voice.

"Expecting someone else, Mrs. Sharma?" he said with a calm smile.

"I haven't made chai yet," she fumbled.

"I'm not in a hurry. Where's Rohan?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you it's his friend's birthday today. He'll be there for the night."

"The kid deserved that," Arjun said, then paused, his eyes moving over her slowly. "I should leave then give you your me time."

But his glance had changed something in her. She found herself curious about him this quiet, composed 23-year-old with frizzy silky hair who barely spoke but was never unkind.

"I'm still making chai. You might as well have a sip," Sudha said, with a small smile.

"With biscuits? Sure," he stepped inside.

It was an open kitchen. Sudha started the water boiling while Arjun settled in, his eyes taking her in slowly. She looked different today he noticed.

"So you really don't speak much or is it that you just don't want to be the lenient teacher?" she asked, pouring the tea.

"Pretty much both, I guess," he answered with a quiet smile. "It often feels like playing a character. And honestly, I enjoy it."

Sudha brought the tea to the table and bent slightly to set it down unknowingly giving him a view of her beautiful full breasts, hanging like ripe fruit in the open neckline of her nightie.

"You're looking really vibrant today, Mrs. Sharma. Comfortable," he said, adjusting himself subtly.

And then it hit her she was wearing just the nightie. Nothing else.

Her face went still for a moment. She had seen the shift in his pants. She knew what it meant.

It had been so long since she had felt that someone noticing her. That spark. That attention.

She thought just a little tease wouldn't hurt and..

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