Miss Anna

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I decide to knock on her door and say hello.

- Come in Elizabeth…
- I wouldn't want to disturb you miss Anna.
- No, that's all right. I just finished reviewing my notes for this week's lessons.
- You look tired miss Anna… Listen, it was my mother's birthday yesterday, and I brought leftover pastries to share with my friends. Would you like to have one?
- You are so kind, Elizabeth. In fact yes, a bit of sweet may give me some of my energy back.

I come closer to her bed and lift my left knee to place it on the mattress to bend over towards my teacher. I put both boxes on the covers and invite her to help herself. She smiles at me, showing her beautiful white teeth, and I find her to be really beautiful. Her blonde hair has lovely curls to it and she wears them loose which gives her a young looking overall appearance. Miss Anna is a very well proportioned young woman with a body to die for, and I suddenly feel shy being so close to her…

- Why these really look quite succulent, Elizabeth… I just don't know which one to pick.
- They are all very tasty indeed and I am sure they are still quite fresh.
- Which one do you recommend?
- I especially loved this one…

Without really thinking about what I am doing, I reach for the pastry that I loved so much when I tasted it the day before. I grab it with my fingers and lift it out of the box. Miss Anna then turns on her belly and stares at my hand. Slowly her mouth opens and she stares at me in the eyes. My immediate reaction is to feed the pastry to her awaiting lips and I smile, trying to hide my discomfort. There is something in her look that really disturbs me.

She shuts her eyes and her lips wrap around the pastry that is shaped like an egg and her teeth sink into it. I can hear a soft moan, as she obviously likes the sweet taste of the sugar coating. Saliva invades my own mouth as I can remember well what this delicious little cake tastes like. Then Anna moves forward to take another bite and I can't help myself smile as I am feeding her like a child… She remains on her belly and her right hand reaches forward and her fingers come to rest on my wrist. Her skin is so soft and warm and the small fingertips delicately caress at my wrist and inside my palm. My face is only inches away from the top of her head and she smells so good that my head begins to spin…

Anna eats all of the pastry I am feeding her, while holding on to my wrist. After she swallows the very last bite, she pulls my hand towards her mouth and begins to lick my fingers clean. I am intensely watching her mouth when I hear a thud. Then a second similar sound makes me realise Anna has just let her shoes drop to the floor!

I suddenly get very excited, realizing that my teacher is right next to me in her stocking feet and licks at my fingertips in a very sensual manner. The sensation of her tongue slipping along my skin sends shivers down my spine, accompanied by funny tingling sensations within my vagina. I feel my pussy receive a sudden flow of natural lubricant that invades the walls from inside. This of course is because the situation absolutely arouses me to the utmost!

- Um… That was so good Elizabeth.
- I'm happy you enjoyed it Miss Anna. Would you care for another one?
- Not right away, thank you. Would you please close the door and lock it before coming back next to me sweetie?
- Yes of course miss Anna.
- You can call me Anna when we are together in private like this, Elizabeth.
- Yes ma'am.

She is telling me this while I hurry to close the heavy door of her bedroom and turn the lock to keep any intruder from entering. Why does she want me to lock the door behind me, I question myself… Maybe Anna has something to tell me about my school results and wants to keep the conversation private, I conclude. I turn around and see her laying on her back with her legs stretched on top of the bed covers. Oh those feet look so inviting, clad in the black sheer pantyhose she is wearing!

- Come sit on the bed, Elizabeth.

I slowly approach the bed, lift my left leg and shyly sit on the edge, facing my teacher, while leaving my right foot on the floor…

- Are my math results so terrible miss Anna?
- Don't be ridiculous Elizabeth… You are the best student of my group. I simply wish to have a friendly talk with you, to get to know you better and learn about your family situation, your goals and interests, your life in general…
- Oh, I see. I say, relieved.
- Do you have a boyfriend Elizabeth?
- No.
- I don't mean to intrude in your private life, my dear… please pardon me for asking.
- That's all right miss Anna…
- Anna, please. We are having an intimate and private conversation now and there are no other girls around, so please cut the miss thing will you?
- I'm sorry Anna. It's the habit I guess…
- Of course, I understand. Tell me about yourself…
- Well, you already know about my family. The rest of my life is rather uneventful, unlike most of the other girls my age.
- What do you mean?
- Well they all seem so extraverted… and sexually very active.
- And you are not?
- Not really. I am not at all attracted by boys and feel rather strange and uncomfortable about this.
- You mean talking to me about it?
- No… The fact that I am not attracted to men, I mean.
- You shouldn't worry about that, sweetie. I am exactly the same way you are and it sure doesn't keep me from living a very happy life.

She says those last words almost laughing, as if bragging about her own situation. I am comforted to know miss Anna is like me and immediately feel a lot more attracted to her.

- Take off your shoes and make yourself more comfortable Elizabeth… Here, stretch your right leg and let me help you out of your sandals…
- I wouldn't want to disturb your private moments, miss Anna…
- Anna. Won't you please?
- Yes ma'am… sorry.
- Come on give me that foot…!

Her insistence totally disarms me and I willingly stretch the right leg in her direction, my toes in a lovely point that makes my arch curve up high and create a wide empty space between the bottom of my foot and the insole of the sandal. Anna's fingers slip into that opening while the fingers of her other hand fumble at the buckle to untie the thin strap.

I can feel the top of her fingers under my nylon-covered arch and I am getting overexcited by the minute. Anna's legs are right beside me, only inches away from my touch… Oh how I wish I could run my hand over her legs, down to her lovely feet and caress those toes!

- These are very beautiful sandals, Elizabeth. I admire your taste in footwear; she says with a radiant smile that exposes her white teeth.
- Thank you; I shyly reply.

Anna is holding my sandal in her hands and stares at me in a funny way. I am uneasy and just cannot keep my eyes away from her feet as she rubs them one against the other, making the nylon rustle and hiss, making me more and more eager to rush my hands all over them! I am so nervous and fear to lose control that I burst out:

- May I give you a foot massage Anna?
- Oh…? That would be so nice of you Elizabeth. I just cannot remember the day someone offered me such a nice treatment… You certainly may my dear, as I'm sure I will appreciate.

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