Extra Biochemistry Tutorials

"Come into the kitchen and collect a glass. Is white Ok for you, Ben?"

"Fine," I said following her. "What shall I do with Bruno?"

"I think he better go out into the garden otherwise he will just be pestering us all the time."

I went back to French windows in the dining room holding onto Bruno's collar as he tried to play again. Opening the door I pushed him out and then joined Clare in the kitchen.

"Well I hope that our sessions have helped. You seemed to have grasped the key principles very well and got some idea of how to develop them in the future. Cheers!" Clare said passing me a glass and raising her own.

"It has been great." I replied, "You have explained things very clearly and I am beginning to get the idea."

"I take it that your ideas are biochemical," she laughed.

"Who knows," I rejoined beginning to relax and enjoy playing with double meanings.

"Well, well I thought I was the only one using the double entendre!" she said over her shoulder as she led the way into the sitting room. This was decorated in warm dark reds and oranges as compared with the stark whiteness of the dining room. There were two small sofas facing each other with a large upholstered stool occupying much of the pace between them. There were a number of low cupboards and units with HiFi and TV. The dark red wall was covered with pictures of different sizes.

Clare sat on one sofa and I sat on the other while we chatted about the pictures. Many were photos of Clare and Harry's travels in India and Australia. I couldn't help my staring at her breasts as she sat opposite me, watching how they moved as she moved her arms about, pointing out the pictures and artworks in the room.

"I have just been given my Dad's old digital camera and I am trying to use it." I said hoping to launch into my latest hobby.

" They are great tools aren't they. We have Dimage F27.What is yours? How about a top up? Give me your glass and come into the kitchen and tell me about it."

I followed Clare out talking about my little Nikon. She put a pizza in the oven and got out a couple of plates and cutlery. She again stretched as she stood up. Sadly her back was to me. She refilled the glasses and gave me mine.

"I expect you'd like a nibble later – sorry, that was just too obvious. I am afraid I have only got pizza, the three cheese version."

"My favourite. Is your back still hurting? What about that massage?"

"I must have pulled my shoulder out in the garden. Let's go through again. If you don't mind, your massage did seem to help before."

Clare put her drink beside the HiFi and pressed play. It was a quiet classical piece I didn't know. She sat down on the end of the big stool and lifted her hair forward. I took a quick slurp of my wine then moved close behind her.

"Am I OK here?" she asked as I began to gently stroke the back of her neck again.

Massaging her neck was magical with my thumbs and fingers on her skin and the backs of my hands being brushed by her hair.

"No lower down please. On the shoulders and the top of the back."

I tried to keep my contact with her skin as I moved down but the neck of her cardigan made it difficult. Clare sensed this and offered to undo the front of her cardigan a little more and pushed it back off her shoulders.

"No peeking mind!" she whispered to me.

I mumbled something about not dreaming of it while I continued working my thumbs into her aching shoulder muscles, now with my hands slipping inside the soft wool of her cardigan.

"Rubbish!" she said laughingly, "I have been ravished by your eyes ever since you were pushed into me on day one by Bruno."

"Oh God! I am sorry," I said freezing with shame. "I am sorry if I embarrassed you, or offended."

Clare looked back over her shoulder and smiled as she took my hand palm upwards and kissed it.

"It is a while since I have had a good looking young man taking such interest in my ageing body. Actually I am very flattered you should find me attractive so don't feel bad. You are doing a great job there. Could you carry on for a few more minutes and then I think the pizza will be ready. I am famished. Another slurp perhaps?"

I passed her glass trying desperately not to look down her front, but noticing that her breasts were now only just hidden by the blue wool as she's undone those extra buttons. She took a drink and I continued with my work. When she straightened up and flexed her shoulders I could clearly see the top of her breasts and the deep valley between. I was so glad she wasn't wearing a bra. I was frantically trying to think of other things to distract my growing hard on.

I worked my fingers down her spine as far as I could trying to ease the tight muscles, then out to the point of her shoulder and back. I could feel Clare relaxing and leaning her back against me. I arched my waist away so she could not feel my hardness. She shifted her position on the stool a little and pushed back against me. There was no doubt that she must have felt it that time, as I felt a gorgeous shudder as my cock pressed against her back. She move forwards again and bent forward with her hair falling over her face. Now I had to lean over her back to keep up the massage. I was almost lying on top of her with my embarrassment forced against her firm body under the soft wool.

"Do you think the pizza is done? It smells good." I said trying to escape with dignity.

"You are probably right. I feel very relaxed and my ache in the shoulder has gone." She said that with a heavy stress on the 'I' and 'shoulder'. "How about you?"

"Sorry?" I said dumbly not expecting any response. After a pause I asked, "Clare what did you mean by 'lightly' the other day?"

"Ahha, time enough. Let's get the pizza. You have hardly touched your second glass. Sup up."

She finished her glass, grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen. She refilled her glass and topped mine up. I think she had forgotten that her cardigan was still unbuttoned about half way down, either that or she wasn't bothered about it. Either way I didn't care, watching the delightful way her breasts moved under the wool as she sorted out the plates and leaned forward to open the oven. She pulled out the pizza, and put it on a separate plate.

"Let's take the plates through and you can tell me about the sort of things you do with your camera." She smiled, putting a roll of kitchen roll under her arm.

I followed her back with my glass and plate. She was drawing the curtains and putting on a couple of soft lamps on the units. I had sat down on my sofa and as she bent over to sit with her plate I had a wonderful view of her breasts swinging beneath the wool. She swished the split side of her skirt round so her legs were covered. She tore off a couple of sheets of kitchen roll for me to wipe my fingers as I ate and passed them over, smiling as I couldn't help but gaze at her cleavage.

" I haven't had Dad's camera long but I have got a thing about the shapes of trees and have taken quite a few images of different kinds. You know against a plain sky, kind of silhouettes."

The pizza was good but bit hot as I nibbled round the edge.

"We had a similar theme a year or so ago. I'll dig out the folder in a minute and you can have a look."

We went on to discuss printers and photo-editing software as we finished the food. Clare got up and took a folder from one of the cupboards.

"Come and sit over here next to me and then I can show you."

I joined her on the small sofa. We were sitting close together and the split of her skirt had opened again so my leg was again against her bare thigh. And looking across to her I couldn't help see the beautiful swell of her breasts, now only partially hidden by the blue wool. She laid the folder across our laps and left her hand under it resting between my legs. Because we were so close I had to put my right arm along the back of the sofa behind her.

Clare then went on to talk about the first photos. They were really good. About half way through the pile I felt her hand turn over so instead of holding up the folder it was now touching my inner thigh. I moved away slightly but the pressure was firmer, so I just gave in to let the gorgeous feeling continue – and my cock harden fully.

We spent quite a bit of time taking about how they had taken a shot of a beech tree when she leaned back into the sofa and against my arm. Without thinking I cupped her shoulder and gently pulled Clare towards me.

"Lightly," she whispered, and turned her face up and we kissed.

My hand moved to the skin on the back of her neck and my fingers spread into her hair, feeling her hand still stroking along my inner thigh. e broke off and moved the folder on to the low table in front of us before snuggling back into my arm.

"Clare, please tell me what you mean by 'lightly'" I asked, "I like you a lot and don't want to offend or hurt you." She kissed me again long and gently. I responded urgently but she held me still.

"Ben I think you are sweet and considerate. I should hate to upset you. By all means let's have some fun but just don't get too serious, that's all really."

As she said that she took my left hand, kissed it and pressed it to the soft valley between her breasts. She trapped it there as she turned to embrace me once more. It felt so wonderful to feel the softness of her breasts squeezing me, and my fingers gently stroked the warm skin.

I thought "To hell with lightly lets go!" and kissed her opening my mouth.

As I did, she did the same and our tongues mingled and twisted. I could not resist feeling the warm firmness of her breast and my fingers explored under her cardigan. The smooth skin against my palm contrasted with the soft wool against the back of my hand. Clare moved slightly and purred encouragingly. I carefully moved my hand below her breast to cup it and feel the weight. Gently massaging the beautiful firmness I moved my hand out the side and back to the valley before exploring the other. Clare lifted herself so my hand could move more easily.

Her hand meanwhile was running through my hair and across my face exploring my ears and eyes and nose with little probing movements. Her kisses followed her fingers. Carefully and slowly I swept my hand up from under her breast over her nipple to the top of her breast and down again. There was a gasp from Clare and she pressed herself against me hard.

"Um that's nice." she moaned so I did it again and then moved across to the other breast.

Gaining in confidence I slid the nipple between my fingers and squeezed gently. Clare's hand left smoothed over my face and rested on my chest with her fingers gently kneading and spreading across my shirt. I moved my wrist so that the bases of my fingers played on her nipple which felt as if it was almost bouncing from one finger to the next. She undid a button on my shirt and slid her hand inside making me shuddered with pleasure as she did.

Clare giggled "You are very sensual aren't you?"

"Oh Clare you feel so wonderful," I replied, nuzzling her neck with kisses.

She pulled herself off me and laid back into the corner of the sofa opening her arms to me to come over to her. I slid my hands over the cardigan up to her arm-pits and then back down over the sides of her breasts. The soft wool tickled my fingers as I lightly followed her body beneath. I let my hands fall to her waist where a thin line of skin was showing and the slid my hands under the wool up to her breasts again. Clare was lying back with her arms half crooked, her eyes were half shut and she wore a sleepy smile.

I bent over to kiss the valley and to begin to explore the breasts I could reach with my mouth. It was an amazing feeling of smooth damp skin moving slightly under my kisses and tongue and the soft warmth of the wool of her cardigan on my face.

"Umm you are so naughty," she said pushing my head deeper between her breasts.

After a while I sat back and, caressing her breasts from outside her cardigan, said "Oh Clare you are fabulous."

She brought her hand down to rest on my shirt and began to open the buttons pausing every so often to slip her hand inside and explore. She then pulled it back and leant forward to kiss my chest and nipples. The effect was electric and I held her head hard against my chest. She wriggled up and kissed my neck before pushing back slightly and just flicking my nipples with her tongue. I jumped again and she relaxed back into her corner with a wicked smile on her face almost daring me to copy her.

Tentatively I ran my fingers up the opening of her cardigan to find the flesh above, briefly slipped inside before taking it out to find a smooth hard button and flipping it through its button hole with my thumb. Clare was still smiling so I tried the next two. I slipped my hand back inside and up to her nipples as they pushed out the soft weave of the wool and then lifting my wrist let the fabric slide sideways to reveal the breast. This was the first real boob I had seen and I paused to wonder at it. Clare reached forward and pulled my head down onto her breast. Carefully supporting its weight I lifted it and brushed her nipple with my mouth, backwards and forwards with my lips as she had done to me. Clare was purring and running her fingers through my hair. I slightly opened my mouth and sucked the nipple. She jerked but held my head even more firmly.

"You learn quickly," she whispered.

"I have a good teacher," I mumbled with a mouthful of nipple.

She laughed and I sat back to take off my shirt. I bent forward to kiss the skin showing at her waist and ran my hand down her leg. She brought my hand back to her breast and I continued undoing the remaining few buttons. The silk of the binding on the wool now lay across her breast as I kissed it feeling the three different softnesses: skin, wool and now the cool smooth silk. My hand meanwhile was tracing the other edge of the cardigan opening with its hard cold buttons contrasting with the other textures. Each hand was now cupped under Clare's breasts gently pushing then together and apart. I buried my head between them and pushed them against my cheeks moaning quietly as one of my fantasies came true. I surfaced for air and slid my hands up to Clare's shoulder enjoying the contrast of soft skin and soft wool. She sat forward with her breasts touching my bare chest for the first time, her cardigan hanging loosely and framing the gorgeous pink swollen flesh.

We then grabbed each other with arms round each others' shoulders and kissed fiercely, with tongues lashing away. Her breasts were squashed against me and she was moving so that they were sweeping over my chest. She threw her head back and lifted herself so my head was again buried between those gorgeous globes. Then she bent and kissed me from above and gradually kissed her way down onto my chest and on to my tummy button. Her hands were either side of my hips as she pushed herself up and knelt on the sofa beside me with her breasts slightly moving and her thigh showing through the slit in her skirt.

We continued to massage and tantalise each other. Each time I moved my hand below her waist she would retrieve it and put it back on her breast.

"Your hands do really wander, don't they?" she whispered laughingly.

"Are you surprised? They have never had the chance before."

" I don't believe that! You must have had with other girls."

"Not like this. You are so fabulous." We had another sip of wine and gently lay together for a while. She got up to put on a new CD and then came back and tickled me on the ribs. I squirmed and grabbed her smothering her with kisses on neck face, across her breasts and down to her tummy. She pushed me back and half lay on top of me flicking my nipples with her tongue. My hands were rubbing her back and moved down to the waist of her skirt and beyond that over her bottom. This time they were not removed.

I suddenly felt her hand on the waist of my shorts and slipping inside. I stopped breathing and sucked in my stomach to give her more room. She pulled her hand out and this time slid under my boxers as well as the shorts. Her fingers were cool against my over heated belly. She twisted my pubic hair and moved on.

" You better start breathing again!" she whispered giggling.

"I daren't. You might stop."

"Not now," as I felt her hold the stem of my tool. " You are much too interesting!"

She sat back on her haunches looking at me, her cardigan framing those perfect full breasts, and her skirt in loose folds revealing her calf and thigh.

"I think we should let him out don't you?" she smiled, looking straight at me.

Bending forward, she undid my shorts and pulled them down revealing the tent in my boxers. She bent further and kissed the bulge and then ruffled it gently as she had done to Bruno's head. I tried to slip my hand under her waistband but she sat back and pulled my boxers down, exposing my cock to her gaze.

"My, my! Just lie back and enjoy. We will see about anything else later," she whispered as she pushed me back into the sofa and she slid onto the floor in front of me.

She reached over for the kitchen roll and tore off a few sheets.

"Ease up a minute while I slip this under you otherwise Bruno will go mad if we spill anything!"

She was gazing at my cock now throbbing hard in front of her, my foreskin opening as my hardness grew. Then with a feel of ecstasy she reached her hand forward and gently touched my hard shaft. I moaned and lay back as she grabbed me firmly, feeling my shaft with her whole hand.

Slowly she began to move her hand up my tool squeezing the foreskin over the end then back down and under my balls. Back up and down again. The pressure of her fingers gradually tighten round my tool and then became very soft. Her fingers then seemed to as if they were playing a tune on a recorder with the tips making contact in sequence running up and down. She spent more time paused at the head, gently drumming with her finger tips first on the top and then underneath. Her fingers then circled the top and firmly slid down and up a couple of times. I was in heaven and nearly cumming at the total pleasure she was giving me, and the sight of her cardigan clad body with her breasts wobbling as her hand moved up and down my shaft.

"Clare," I gasped " I going to come any minute..."

"That's the idea, just relax." She smiled.

She let go of my cock and moved up to kiss my belly button and stomach. Her breasts were now enclosing my tool and lightly caressing it as she moved, with the wool rubbing and caressing my open legs. She lifted my cock so that it pointed upwards and then put her hands either side of her breasts and squeezed my tool between them. I couldn't help but move my hips to thrust up between the soft warm enclosing skin.

"Go for it!" She whispered, "Enjoy me and cum for me!"

I began to drive more and more urgently until I knew I could take no more. I felt the cum build up then spurted out all over her chest, as I moaned and whimpered out with pleasure. I watched as each spurt splashed up her skin, covering her breasts and neck with my hot semen.

The release felt as if everything had been drained out of me as I slumped back with a huge sigh.

"That sounded nice," she muttered as she kissed the bottom of my ribs.

I held her gently and quietly caressed her bare back and down to her breasts. She slid her hands up to my arm pits kissed my nipple and she slowly peeled herself of me and picked up a piece of kitchen towel and began mopping me. I was spreading the glistening liquid across her breasts and round her nipples.

"Don't spread it around too far" She smiled, passing me a couple of sheets to clean up with as she began to remove my evidence from her neck and breasts.