Journal Entry 22

Journal Entry 22: November 6th

I spent a lot of time getting ready for my second tutoring session with Mark. I began by taking a long, hot shower and shaving all the areas that I would be showing off in my new dress. I wanted everything to be perfect. After drying myself off, I applied some sweet-smelling body lotion and deodorant. Then, I picked out the mid-thigh red bodycon dress that I had bought for the occasion. The thin spaghetti straps hugged my shoulders, and the tight fabric clung to my curves in all the right places. I even added red lipstick and painted my nails on both hands and feet the same color to match my dress.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the outfit. It was definitely shorter than what I would normally wear, but I wasn't sure if it was enough to meet Mark's expectations. Still, I followed his instructions to the letter and wore the red dress, feeling a little nervous about what he would think.

I paired the dress with a pair of burgundy heels, as I didn't have bright red ones. I made a mental note to buy more shoes the next time I went to the mall. As a finishing touch, I added a red lace thong. I didn't expect Mark to see that, but I included it just to complete the outfit. Even though I felt a little silly doing it, I wanted to follow Mark's instructions to wear something "shorter" as closely as possible, just in case he had some sort of preference.

After I was dressed, I spent some extra time fixing my hair and makeup, trying to make myself look as good as possible. I wasn't sure why I was putting in so much effort for Mark, but I couldn't help feeling excited about seeing him again.

I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as I walked up Mark's driveway, knowing that I was wearing something so revealing. The dress hugged every curve on my body, leaving little to the imagination. Anyone watching would be able to see my tits bouncing as I stumbled up the pavement in my high heels. As I arrived at Mark's house, I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, feeling self-conscious, and if I'm being honest, quite sexy, in my bright red outfit.

I knocked on the front door and waited for a few minutes, my heart racing with anticipation. After a few moments, the door opened, and Mark stood there, looking me up and down with a sly grin. He seemed pleased with my choice of dress, which made me feel both self-conscious and exhilarated at the same time. I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through me at his expression. All of my effort to look good for him had paid off, and I could tell that he was impressed.

He told me that we'd be working at the desk in his bedroom this time. Something about his mom still needing to clean the living room. He took my hand and led me up the stairs and into his room, which was surprisingly tidy. There was only one chair at the desk, which made me feel a little uneasy. Mark, however, seemed unfazed and just smiled, gesturing for me to take a seat.

He apologized for only having one chair in the room, but quickly pointed out that we could share it if I sat on his lap. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was comfortable with the idea, but ultimately agreed. I carefully lowered myself onto his lap, feeling a rush of heat as one of his arms wrapped around my waist to hold me steady. He smelled amazing, and I couldn't help but feel a little lightheaded as he began to go over the worksheet with me.

He put his phone to the side of the desk and we began to work. I could feel Mark's breath on my neck, and his hand resting on my stomach. It was all so overwhelming, and I wasn't sure how to react. I tried to focus on the worksheet, but I could feel my mind wandering to other places.

As we continued to work on the worksheet, I noticed Mark's leg bouncing up and down. It was a small movement at first, but as time went on, it became more and more pronounced. With each bounce of his leg, I could feel my butt pushing up against lap. His hand around my waist kept me steady. When I shifted slightly, I could feel something hard pressing back against my ass. Was he getting aroused by this?

I didn't want to believe this was happening, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. As we worked and bounced, my dress began to ride up my thighs, revealing more and more of my legs. It was uncomfortable, but I didn't know how to bring it up without sounding like I was overreacting.

Mark continued to bounce his leg, and I could feel myself starting to get aroused. I tried to ignore the feeling, but it was hard to focus on the worksheet when all I could feel the heat slowly building up inside me. I could feel his fingers tracing patterns on my stomach, inching closer and closer to my breasts. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to stop him, but another part of me couldn't deny how good it felt.

As his leg bounced faster and faster, I could feel my dress rising higher up my thighs, until it was practically bunched around my waist. I was sure he could see my bright red thong. His hand that had been resting on my stomach started to move upward, and he began to caress my breasts through the thin material of my dress. I gasped at the sensation, but he seemed to pretend like nothing was happening. I felt myself getting wet between my legs, and I couldn't help but squirm on his lap a little bit.

I wanted to stop him, but I was too afraid to speak up. Instead, I let him continue to touch me, my body reacting to his every move. His hand cupped my breast, and I could feel his thumb rubbing against my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the sensations he was causing. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't even realize when the worksheet slipped out of my hand and onto the floor.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I could sense the growing desire in him. He leaned in and kissed my neck, his other hand trailing down my thigh. I was a little scared, but I couldn't deny that I wanted him too. We were so close, my body pressing against his, our lips almost touching. It was as if time had stopped, and nothing else mattered in that moment except for the two of us.

As his hand continued to trail down my thigh, I could feel my resolve weakening. His touch was so electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation, my breaths becoming more labored.

He moved his lips down to my collarbone, his fingers inching higher up my thigh. My body was responding to his touch, and I was helpless to stop it. His breath was hot on my skin, and I could feel myself getting wet. I tried to steady myself, but it was impossible. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, ready to give in completely to his touch.

Then, as if things weren't intense enough, Mark suggested that I get the worksheet that had fallen under his desk. I hesitated for a moment, but then I got on all fours and crawled under the desk to retrieve it. I could feel Mark's eyes on me. I hadn't realized just how far my dress had ridden up, and I knew he could see more than I wanted him to. I knew that he was taking in the sight of my exposed ass. I couldn't help but feel a little bit turned on by the idea.

As I was finally under the desk, a cold shock rushed through me as I suddenly felt something tug at my thong. I gasped, but was unable to turn around to see what had happened in the confined space. But I knew, the feeling of cold air against my wet snatch told me that I was no longer wearing underwear.

I was paralyzed by confusion and had no idea what he was doing until I heard the sound of a camera click. He had just taken a picture of me in that compromising position, with my dress hiked up and my pussy on full display. I was so embarrassed, and I couldn't believe he would do something like that. I asked him what he was doing, but he just smiled and said that he was taking a picture of the worksheet. I suspected he was lying, but I didn't want to make things awkward since I couldn't be sure.

Still trapped under his desk, I could feel his fingers inching closer and closer to my pussy. My body was already responding to his touch, my arousal growing with each passing moment. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation, my thoughts muddled and confused.

As his fingers continued to tease me, I tried to focus on holding on to the worksheet. But it was hard to concentrate when his touch was sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy aching for his touch. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting him.

His fingers trailed up and down my slit, teasing me with each passing touch. I could feel my body getting closer and closer to the edge, my breathing getting more labored. I wanted him so badly, but I knew I couldn't give in to his touch. It was wrong, and I didn't want to lose control.

As his fingers grazed over my clit, I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips. Mark pretended not to notice, his touch becoming more urgent and focused. But even though I was embarrassed, I couldn't help but feel turned on by the idea of him seeing me like this.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers withdraw, and I heard him shuffling around behind me. When I finally managed to crawl out from under the desk, my thong was pooled around my ankles, and my dress was so bunched up that I could see my belly button. Before I could try to fix my clothes, Mark guided me back onto his lap, his hand firmly on my waist. I could feel his hardening cock pressing against my ass.

As we went back to the worksheet, Mark acted as though nothing had happened. But I couldn't ignore the feeling of his hard-on pressing against me, and I was sure he could feel how wet I was becoming. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but it was difficult when his touch was so electric.

Without warning, Mark shifted me on his lap, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. He positioned me in a way that **** my legs to spread apart, exposing my wetness to him. I could feel his finger brush against my pussy, and I gasped, my body trembling with need.

He asked me some more questions about the reading, but I couldn't focus. His fingers seemed to roam my body with a mind of their own, teasing at my lower body. I still couldn't tell if he was doing this on purpose or whether I was getting worked up over nothing.

The heat between us was almost suffocating, and I could feel myself getting lost in the moment. Mark's touch was overwhelming, and I was struggling to keep my composure. I tried to resist, but it was impossible. He had complete control over me, and I was helpless to his every move.

I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body on fire with need. I wanted nothing more than to give in to his touch, to let him take me completely. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I tried to steady myself, but it was nearly impossible. But something held me back, a small voice in my head telling me that this was wrong.

As Mark continued to touch me, my body began to shake with pleasure. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the heat in my body overwhelming me. I let out a low moan, unable to control myself any longer. My body shuddered as I came, my pussy pulsing with pleasure.

Thankfully, Mark hadn't noticed, although he did look pleased with himself for finishing the worksheet. He complimented me on being a good teacher and told me how this had been a productive session.

As we wrapped up the session, Mark walked me to the door. As I got in my car to drive home, I couldn't help but feel like something was off. I felt something missing, and I realized that my thong was nowhere to be found. I couldn't believe it. Had Mark taken it? Had it fallen off when I was crawling under his desk? I was mortified and couldn't believe that I had let myself get into this situation.

But despite everything, I couldn't deny that a part of me wanted more. As wrong as it was, I couldn't help but feel a certain pull towards Mark. He was dangerous, and I knew that I should stay away from him. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. It was as if he had some sort of power over me, and I was helpless to resist it.

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but think about Mark. My body still ached with need, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist him for long. But at the same time, I knew that I couldn't keep going down this path. I was a teacher, and I had a responsibility to uphold. But it was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation, and I knew that something had to give.