"Miss Fernandez... I'm sorry... for disappointing you in the last six months... and for not preparing well for lectures. I promise to improve... I accept your offer..."

In the next couple of days, you are busy moving from building 1 of the student hostel to building 2 of the student hostel of your college. As a result, you do not really regret moving, since another student was settled in your old room who would be your neighbor if you stayed. From the look of him (you saw him a little while moving your things) you would think he was a rude and obnoxious black guy. On the contrary, in your new room in building number 2 of the student dormitory, you are still the only occupant. This obviously pleases you, since you do not have to adapt to the needs of your neighbors.

The day of the first additional lesson arrived. After the lectures, I went to Miss Fernandez's house. Feeling embarrassed, I greeted Miss Fernandez. She sternly returned your greeting and invited you to sit next to her at the table. She smelled pleasantly of perfume, which clearly did not add to your sobriety of mind. You began to re-learn a topic that you previously understood very poorly, but mathematics did not fit into my head. It was much more interesting for me to look askance at her legs, which today were dressed in beautiful tights, which slightly shone from the sun falling on them.

She gave you a task to solve and got up from the bench. She leaned her booty on the table in front of you and watched you solve the problem. Her legs still attracted your attention, and you periodically looked at them. After standing like that for a little while, she turned around and began to look at something on the table. She leaned over and began to fill out the journal. At the same time, her skirt was stretched so that most of her hips became visible. Your heart was beating wildly. You tried to look under the skirt, but you did not have enough to see what is hidden under it.

Soon she turned around, walked over to the bench, and sat down next to you. After a short pause, she turned to you and crossed her legs. You couldn't help but look at them. "Do you like it?" she asked. You were taken aback by her question, and your heart was beating at a breakneck pace.

"Billy, don't be silent, please, I want to help. I see that you are constantly looking at my feet. Is that why you can't concentrate?"

You nodded briefly.

"OK, thanks for answer. I think that trust between student and teacher is very important. You trust me?".

You nodded and she looked at you questioningly. You calmed down a bit and you quietly replied, "Yes, Miss Fernandez, I trust you."

"Fine. Billy, I promise to help you study for my academic exams, but in order to do so, you must promise me that you will do everything I ask of you. This is a new technique that I have developed and I want to try it with you.”

You looked at her in surprise and you nodded again. How could you refuse this beautiful lady?

"You can look at my legs if you like them." She ran her hand from her knees to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up a little. “They are so smooth and pleasant to the touch, do you want to touch them?” Excitedly, you reached out your hand to her knee and timidly touched it. She covered your hand and repeated the path to the skirt.

"Let's get up, it'll be more comfortable."

Reluctantly, you got up and, afraid to betray your excitement, you covered your groin with your hands.

"Don't be shy, I can see how excited you are. This is what we are working on now. First me, then you, agreed? She lowered her hands to her skirt and lifted it up so that her panties covered with pantyhose became visible. The seam of the pantyhose separated her lips, slightly digging into them, and your eyes greedily savored every detail.

"Now it's your turn."