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The Booking

I normally prefer my clients to be mature gentlemen; I find their experience, masculinity and power so sexy. Recently I needed to reconsider this preference when asked for an appointment from “Kevin”, a much younger guy. I explained to him that normally a client needs to be at least in their 30s to make a booking with me. However this young man was extremely polite and very persistent!

He’d specifically chosen me to fulfil his fantasy because after researching the various escort services Sydney had on offer, he thought I was “Sydney’s sexiest mature escort” and also I bore a remarkable resemblance to Ms Harris, St. Andrews College's, “Hottest Teacher of the Year”, 10 years running as voted by the Year 12 male graduates.

He was extremely charming and polite on the phone as he outlined his special fantasy. I was both attracted to his proposal and to having him as a client, mainly because of his impeccable manners. He wanted to experience a role play fantasy of teacher / student. Role playing can be very sexy as it enables the client to explore living life from a different perspective in a safe, consensual and supporting environment.

Some men never get the chance to take a more submissive or less dominant role in love making and would like to explore how it feels to be the non-dominant partner just for the variety. The teacher / student fantasy is an exciting way to explore the sensual aspect of these inverted classical power roles. Sometimes they have adolescent fantasies that they could not fulfil when they were teenagers and role playing fires up these memories and adds a special flavour to love making. Whatever the reason, I do enjoy dressing up and making my clients happy.

Eventually, after Kevin had provided a photo, convinced me he was genuine and arranged to pay in full prior to the booking I agreed to see him.

Kevin’s fantasy was that he had done very well in his last English assignment; he was my star pupil and deserved a special reward.

The Fantasy

English was first period of the day, after class ended I asked Kevin to stay back for a moment. “Kevin, you've done an outstanding job on your last assignment, however I'd like to go over a few points with you. Could you come back to class and see me hear after final bell? It will probably take an hour or so to go through, will that be all right?”

I leant forward I knew full well my amble bosom was provocatively displayed, my sparkling green eyes locked on his and I gave him a warm smile. He was a good boy so he tried hard lock his eyes on mine. But he was just a boy, so of course his eyes darted to my firm white breasts, stretching the fabric of my top, the straps of my red bra peeking through, with just a hint of red filigree around my buxom endowments!

“Of course, Miss Thompson!” Kevin said as he ran off, unsuccessfully trying to hide the burgeoning erection in his trousers.

The day went by in a blur. My panties were getting wetter and wetter at the thought of the couple of “points” I wanted to go over with Kevin!

Last bell sounded and the students hurried out of the school. I prepared the class room. My big teachers’ desk with its text books and novels piled high. At one end my chair and opposite the students chair. Kevin arrived and I welcomed him back into the class room, as he entered I locked the door behind him, “So the cleaners don't disturb our chat” I said innocently. I could see as he walked into the room his growing erection in his trousers. As he sat down I began to walk back to my chair. As I did so I “accidentally” dropped my keys

“Oh dear” I exclaimed as I turned to face my back to him as I bent down to pick them up, ensuring he got an eye full of my tight full arse, stocking legs, with the hint of garter showing at the top!

“Now Kevin dear, you've done such a wonderful work, I'm so proud of you!”

His young face positively beamed!

“Now we may as well get comfortable” I said with a dazzling smile. With that I slipped of my shoes and sat on the edge of the desk. “Now let’s go through the paper together” I leaned forward, over the paper and above him. My boobs looked down upon his eager face, his eyes darting from the paper to my face, each time he looked up or down his eyes glazed over at the sight of my boobs right in front of him.