True story. Please feel free to leave comments and/or suggestions.
After a bit of thought, and reading other people's masturbating stories, I have finally decided to share my own regarding my Italian tutor who was my private tutor who taught me at home up until I completed my final exams.
Ever since I was a kid I've been learning Italian outside of school. Over the years I've been to a few different Italian schools outside of regular school. Then my parents thought it would be more beneficial if I were to have a 1-on-1 type tutor. This happened about four years ago when I was 17 going on 18, and important exams were on the horizon, including exams in Italian.
Now when I first saw my new tutor, I really didn't think too much about her. She seemed OK, about 35 years old, and she made me work really hard, with lots of difficult homework, which was annoying at the time.
This all changed however when my family and I went on holiday with some friends. This holiday was after I completed my exams, so I still had two more school years to go with this tutor. One of the families had a son who was in his last year of high school and who was also being taught by the same tutor as me. He didn't care about his Italian lessons though, and ended up completely flunking most of his final exams. One night we were just chatting, and the subject of Italian just happened to come up in conversation. He asked if I was being taught by Christina (the name of my Italian tutor). I said I was and mentioned that she set a lot of work etc. Then he asked, 'Is that the same Christina as I am being taught by, you know, the one with the big tits?' This became one of those moments where when someone points something out about a person, you cannot help but start to notice it ALL the time. I thought little of it at the time, but when I got home and resumed lessons after the summer break, everything changed.
After the summer break when I first saw her again, I saw her in a totally different light; she was just not the same woman anymore. She was about 5 feet 5 inches tall, long dark hair and not a large body but one that curves in all the right places, most noticeably, as the guy pointed out, on her chest, which must have been D or E.
Months went by as she taught me and I managed to restrain myself from using her as a fantasy for a wank, because I kept thinking, you never found her this attractive before, why now?
Then the summer school months came around and that summer was particularly hot, which did not help in the slightest with my growing attraction for this woman. Several times she came in with tank top like vests on, and, being so short, her breasts used to be in line with the edge of the table. She occasionally would lean against the table and this would push her breasts up, and when wearing a tank top, you can only imagine how much of them you'd have the pleasure of seeing. There I am trying to read out to her and have a conversation with her in Italian with her breasts just looking so amazing and my cock in my pants getting harder and harder. It was so hard keeping my eyes off them. It drove me crazy sometimes! I swear sometimes I must have started hyper-ventilating! The summer months were when my resistance broke and I'd start wanking off to the thought of her often, enjoying a lot of teacher-student porn as you can probably guess.
Another summer passed by and I had one more year left with my Italian tutor. This was when things got a lot more 'intense'.
After summer break it started getting cold again, so it was good-bye to all the lovely revealing outfits she wore, and back to winter outfits, even though some of the tight jumpers she wore showed off her gorgeous curves perfectly. It was around this time that I started to notice that she wore her underwear quite high above her jeans. I mean you could clearly see the black frilly underwear she was wearing. The thought of this, as with her boobs in summer, made some lessons really 'hard' and I'd sit there listening to her speak with the biggest hard-on and a lot of the time with pre-cum seeping out. This was a bitch the clean up after her lessons. I just could not help it.
When summer came around again the same stimulating sights came back. However, this year I started to feel more daring and more confident as we'd had two and a half years of 1-on-1 tuition. So whenever she used to go to the bathroom, I'd quickly unzip my pants sitting down and pull out my cock under the table and start jerking. When I heard the toilet flush, back into my pants my cock would go again. Never had the balls to do it when she was in the room...........
Another time, which was rather embarrassing, we neared the end of our lesson and I got a raging hard-on! As it was always customary for me to get up and escort her to the door, I was getting really worked up because I couldn't get rid of this boner and I never did! So there I was, hands stuffed in pockets trying to make it as subtle as possible. I don't pretend I've got the biggest dick in the world but it was certainly making a sizeable bulge in my pants, she did not say anything but it was hard to miss!
Towards the end of the year, as the fact that we were nearing our last lessons, we really started to get quite close. Then in one of our last lessons together I decided that enough was enough, I was going to have to make a move. All that jerking over her was just not doing it for me and I was fed up of being driven crazy by her curves.
So in this lesson she went to the toilet and I stood up and started pretending to look at a picture, and when she came back in and came close to me I just turned round and kissed her lips. She was really surprised and taken aback but she stopped it. Then came some of the most awkward moments of my life. She started asking me why I did it. Then she said she couldn't do it because she is a teacher and all that, which was fair enough.
After that things weren't actually that awkward and we got on well till the end of the year and I finished my exams. She was still driving me crazy in lessons but I just had to control my urges, I couldn't help my cock though, it stood to attention every damn lesson.
I am now at uni and I still hear about my teacher from my sister and mom. They both say that she was fond of me, and my sister mentions how she has a 'soft spot' for me. I do not know where to go from here; she still dominates my mind when jerking and I produce the most when thinking about her and those curves. I am tempted to say something to her when I get back home as I am not a student of hers anymore, but I'm really not sure what to do and how to do it.
As mentioned above, comments and/or suggestions will be very much appreciated.
Thank your for taking the time to read this story. I have bottled it up for a bit and am glad I have finally released it.