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The Instructor
by Dangermouse

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You arrive at the kiosk and he brings you some hot tea, the other women stare as he does not sit across from you but instead sits beside you and stirs the warm treat. Before you know it you are both involved in wonderful conversation and the laughter and smiles flow free. The tea becomes cold but is warmed by the love and closeness of your new friend and the thoughts that this "is" real. This handsome man has chosen you and the love is genuine.

He looks deep into your eyes, "I think it would be best for you if I tutor you myself. I don't think it would help you much to have someone else try and catch you up on all the work you have neglected. It's too far into the class and you will need this one to graduate. So I propose that we meet this weekend at my ranch to discuss what is to be done with you." You smile as he takes your hand in his and softly toys with your fingers. He is a big man and very strong but there is a gentleness about him that makes your heart melt. You agree and wish for a kiss that you so desperately need. He smiles at you and touches your cheek in a loving caress, as he walks away, blending into the crowd of students, and leaving you with a feeling of joy that can only come from the passions of true love.

You can hardly contain your happiness. Could this be the man who will be yours forever? Your thoughts are pleasant during the drive home. It's as though all doubts and self-reservations have vanished from the mere touch of his hand. Your shower that evening runs a bit longer than anticipated as your thoughts and dreams combine nicely with the caresses of the water. You drift off that night filled with a feeling of fulfillment and bliss. The dreams that come to you are a harbinger of the passions that are to be.

The drive to his ranch is wonderful, as you wind your way along the narrow country road. The sunlight plays through the trees casting a pastel of shadows across your car, creating its own light show to the music of your radio. You glance at the history books in your passenger seat and cant help but hope that they are not needed.

You cross a small bridge over a small brook and off to your left you can see the ranch. Its marvelous, a modest two story home with many trees. You can see stables off to one side and a large gazebo graces a rise from a hill some distance from the house. The scene is picture perfect, there is a manliness to the decor of the house yet it is most tasteful in its design. You pull up behind a large black pick-up truck and gather your books.

He must have been watching for you. You turn to see him coming from the porch to greet you. You feel delighted at his presence. He looks so different to you now that he is not in the college setting. Gone is the dark suit, replaced by a flannel shirt and blue jeans. The Stetson hat is drawn back at a jaunty angle and you can't help but to imagine some of the swashbuckling hero inside him. He wears a nice pair of boots and you laugh in spite of yourself thinking that all he would need now is a badge and a gun and you two could relive the romantic moments of the film "High Noon". He immediately takes you by the hand and bids you to enter the home.

"I'm so glad you could make it." I've been making everything perfect for your tutoring". You enter the home and are dazzled by the cleanliness of the place. The whole house is a celebration of antiques. There is a large fireplace in a sunken living room. Hunting trophies adorn the walls and in front of the fireplace lies a large bearskin rug, that begs for the attentions of two lovers.

You are led to the back of the house where a glassed in porch awaits you. You see a table set with all the niceties of a proper brunch, where he sits you down in front of a chilled glass of white wine. He sits opposite you and lifts the bottle to pour himself some as you gaze over the property. The brunch is light and pleasant and you two talk of the world and get to know each other with innocent questions and the occasional naughty comment, which is returned with a smile or a sly grin. It is obvious now that your tutoring will not be about the class, but will be about two lovers forever bound by a common desire and need.

You know in your heart now that you two are meant to be. You have crossed the point of no return as the brunch is concluded. He rises and walks to the window and turns to you. "Would you like to ride with me?" You smile and go to him as passions fill you both. Words are no longer needed as you embrace in his strong arms. He kisses you passionately, his smells and tastes filling you, replenishing the feelings you have let run dry over so many years. It is your moment of awakening your moment of true love. The kiss is only a preview though, as you walk arm and arm out to the stables. You stand against the stable wall as you watch your lover ready two beautiful horses. He beckons you to the white one and you feel his hands grab your hips as he helps you mount. You wish now you had worn jeans instead of the short skirt but you feel the soft silky leather of the saddle caress the insides of your thighs and it excites you. Your lover mounts the other horse and side by side you both trot out of the stables to the rolling hills of the property.

You feel the gentle sways and rocks of each step the horse makes, as the saddle toys with your most sensitive area, in ways that are new to you. Your lover rides beside you helping you learn the various gates the horse takes and teaching you to sway your hips back in forth with the rhythm of the pony. You laugh as you see his grin and you know that he is aware of exactly the effect it is having on you. The saddle seems moist and you know where the moisture is coming from. You are lost in the magnificence of the ride, as the ponies halt in front of the gazebo on the hill.

"This is my favorite spot on the whole property," he says to you as he helps you dismount. "The sunsets here are lovely and you can catch the breezes and scents of the trees." You both stroll into the gazebo which is covered in ivy and honeysuckle. You both sit upon a small white bench in the center of the gazebo and cuddle warmly. He looks at you and with wild abandon kisses you deep and hard. Your body shudders with ecstasy as your tongues join in unison. You can feel his hands caressing your body through your dress. Throw your head back and gasp as you feel his fingertips slide over the fabric of your blouse exciting your nipples and sending instant signals to your wetness that it is time for the satisfaction of a lover. You are aware that only a fraction of an inch of material is between his fingers and your breasts as he gently and seductively swirls his index finger over your erect nipples. You are sighing as you hold him close. Your nose catches the scent of honeysuckle mixed with his aftershave as his hands roam under your skirt, he feels the wetness of your panties, and in an agonizing patience softly caresses your wetness through the silken material. Your head spins as your body shudders from a delicious orgasm. You lie back on the bench as he nibbles his way down your dress. Oh why wont he undress you? You wonder, yet you have never had such feelings before. To be made love to while still clothed is something you had never dreamed of in your wildest fantasies. You can feel his lips as they flutter their way across your chest and belly, he smiles at you and you know what he wishes for. "My love I shall drink of your juices and yet you will remain fully dressed" he says to you. Your moans fill the air from the thought alone, but soon thought becomes reality as you feel the tip of his tongue through the soft wet panties. He finds your clit and with torturous patience licks it softly and slowly. Your hands grab his head, pulling him into you as wave after wave of orgasmic passion waft over you. The sounds you are making are strange to you, but it is the sounds of your ecstasy that have never before left your body. Your moans turn to screams of desire as his gentle lickings turn to more powerful nibblings and suckings as he partakes of all the juices you have to give. Your body goes limp as it is rocked by the most powerful orgasm you have ever known. You lie contented as he sits beside your reclined form and lovingly massages you back from your passionate journey.

The night air is crisp as you two sit embraced in the gazebo. You watch the sunset finally disappear, feeling completely loved and at peace.

The ride back to the stables is exciting, the ponies trot along at a brisk speed and the night air is broken by the laughter of two lovers whose days of loneliness are in the past. The moon casts bright shadows across the fields lighting your faces and glinting from your lover's eyes, as the ponies slow to a patient walk, side by side as if by design to allow your lover to hold your hand for the rest of the journey. You both drop the reins as the ponies know exactly were to go and don't appear to be in much of a hurry to get there.

You both make pleasant small talk and grow a little bit closer to one another in mind and spirit. You freely chat about your hopes and dreams; dreams that you learn are not dissimilar to his, but this comes as no surprise.

Before you know it the horses are standing before the stable doors, you both are so lost in conversation that long moments pass before you dismount. The horses shift their weight from one leg to another, in an impatience and confusion of what could be taking their master so long to put them away. Their patience is rewarded however with a good brushing and fresh feed while you sit upon the top rail and watch your soul-mate pick both saddles up effortlessly and carry them to the tackroom.

The walk back to the house is comfortable and hesitant, with an easygoing conversation that never seems to stop. It is odd to you that even when there is no verbal communication the touch and gaze from your lover is speaking volumes loud and clear.

Once in the house you sit in on the bearskin rug while your instructor opens a fresh bottle of wine. The fire is now lit and the room has all the warmth and light of a mountain cabin. You sip the sweet wine and watch the flames as they lick beneath the mantle. Your lover is behind you slowly rubbing your shoulders, and you hear his soft breathing as his nose teases your ear. He whispers to you, "now drink up and we shall start your tutoring".

You smile in thoughts of what kind of tutoring he could have in mind. You had done your reading so as not to disappoint him before you came over, but right now your thoughts are of anything else besides the history class; But you are dealing with very different teaching methods now.

You feel his hands slowly undoing your blouse. You close your eyes and tilt your head back to kiss him, as your breasts are exposed to your lover's attentions. He kisses you softly, his tongue lightly playing upon your lips as his hands cup your breasts and kneed them with the gentleness of a Summer breeze. Your nipples, erect and sensitive peek out from between his fingers as the kiss builds in passion.

He stops momentarily to remove his shirt, in the glow of the flames your lovers chest is Godlike, his strong features radiate to you as he slips out of his jeans and sits behind you once again. This time the teasings start anew, but with the added delight of feeling your lovers hardness growing and pressing firmly against the small of your back. You coo with delight as you deftly slide your skirt off, his hands never leaving you nor his kisses subsiding as your panties pass your feet to be tossed aside with the twitch of your toe.

It is as in the novels you have read; two lovers in front of the fire, naked and wanting, embraced in passion. His legs slide to either side of your body and your toes are tickled by his. You slide your legs over the top of his and push a little further back into your lover as his hands slowly move down your belly and excite the tender regions of your wetness. You gasp loudly from the passions as you feel two of his fingers enter you.

Never in your life have you been this excited, you hips sway as the fingers dance in your wetness, sending you into another world. A world of nothing but sexual passion and fulfillment. You feel the orgasm building and cry out as it nears, but with a deliberate motion your lover stops and pulls out of you, leaving you panting and on the brink, of ultimate desire. You moan a friendly disappointment, and guide his hand back to where you want it most. But he only caresses your fingertips, and whispers in your ear. "If you want to cum my lover, you must first answer a question correctly. I hope you studied?"

You shudder as you now realize how the tutoring will be. You almost beg him to give you a question fast, as he nibbles on the back of your neck, his fingers toying with your nipples once again. If history was boring to you before it is not anymore, what with the prize being the satisfaction of your orgasm. His question comes softly in your ear, and you stammer out an answer breathlessly as his fingers probe again into your wetness.

"Ooops sorry hun, wrong answer", you hear him chuckle as his fingers leave your exited region, to trace tiny paths on your inner thighs. "Damn it"! You think, "I knew that one too. But it is so hard to think now! "Please" you beg your lover. But he kisses you and whispers. "Now, now my sweet one, I know you can earn it."

Suddenly as if by revelation the answer comes to you! You almost scream it out as his fingers slide into you once more. His fingers move faster in their teasings telling your body and mind that the answer was correct. No words or grades are needed now as you shudder and moan from the most delicious orgasm ever. He kisses you with all the passion in the world as the moment swells and subsides, leaving you dazed and satisfied, and still in his soft caresses.

He lays you down upon the soft fur of the rug and slides between your legs. You grab his strong shoulders as his firm manhood enters you. Your smile is genuine as his hard cock begins a slow rhythmic movement, and he whispers in your ear, "Good job my love, now lets see if you can get the other ten questions right...."

The classroom just seems different now, after your adventure with your lover and soon to be husband. The other students look at you and wonder how you suddenly became the class "brain", but they just don't study like you do or have the incentive you suppose and smile. Its funny though, before; you looked for every excuse to get out of homework, now you have to tell your friends that you are unable to go out with them on the weekend because you have too much studying to do.

The professor asks another question and as you give the correct answer you can hear the other girls sigh. Your instructor praises you, "Very good. Now lets see if you can get the bonus question?" The other girls smirk and grin as your answer is wrong. Your instructor is frowning. "Guess you will have to study a little harder this weekend."

You smile and sit back; comforted by his little grin and a wink.

The End.

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