Math always came naturally to me.  It was my major in college and I soon learned to use it to make some money on the side.  I volunteered to private tutor other students.  It didn’t pay a whole lot, but it helped out.  Well there was one tutoring session that was…well, lets just say, memorable.

It was the summer semester; I was taking a few classes and investing some time into my part time tutoring gig.  I had a few different clients, mostly just call ins before a big test.  By Jenn Summers was one of my few regulars.  We met every Tuesday for an hour for math tutoring.

This girl was beautiful.  She played soccer for my school, and was actually one of the better players.  She was pretty serious about playing and I think she wanted to make a career out of it.  She was never crazy about school, and her worst subject was of course Math…and that’s where I came in. 

She needed to take a lower level math class in order for her degree. This summer would have been her third attempt at passing this one class.  And if she didn’t, another D on her transcript would make her ineligible to play soccer that season.  That was something she could not afford, so she had a lot riding on that class.  She decided to try a different approach and hire a private tutor.

When I first found out about having her as a regular, I was excited to say the least.  We knew each other from around campus, but weren’t really friends.  She was quite easy on the eyes.  Average height at about 5’ 7”.  She was pretty slim from the intense soccer training.  Jenn had a great figure, she was tan and curved with some amazing legs.  She was one of those girls that always looked really hot, but never tried to flaunt it.  She usually was dressed pretty athletically, with sweats or shorts and a simple shirt and usually wore sneakers.

I’ll never forget the first time I saw her in flip flops.  Her feet just took me by surprise, they were an average size.  Her toes were slightly long and tan.  Very even and smooth.  There wasn’t a single blemish or mark and her toe nails were nicely painted.  I saw them bare briefly around campus, but never really got to get a good look…and of course, I really wanted to.

Well it was the 3^rd tutoring session we had, and it didn’t take me long to figure out what her problem was.  She genuinely hated the subject, and dreaded working any problems.  We spent most sessions with me desperately pushing her to do one more problem.  She was usually tired from practice and it seemed like she was counting the hours to be done.  Well this one session, she was being especially difficult.

I would meet her at her apartment, which she shared with a roommate that was never there during the time I was over.  She had small dining room table set up.  It was a square with 4 chairs, this is where we studied.  We sat close to each other around a corner of the table so I could help her along and she worked.

This day she looked especially tired and uncomfortable.  After about 10 minutes of working through a practice test it was obvious something was bothering her.  She could barely focus and just kept fidgeting.  

Eventually I spoke up out of concern “Is everything okay?  You seem a little out of it”. 
“Oh I’m sorry” she said “Practice was really rough today and my body is killing me.”
 “I’m sorry” I replied. “You do seem especially uncomfortable today”
 She sighed “Well you see, we normally have a personal trainer that helps us with recovery. You know like icing us if we’re sore, taping us up and massaging our muscles when we’re overworked”
 “ I see, well I’m sure that must help out a lot” I replied trying to make conversation. 
She started again “Well the problem is she’s been out all week. I guess I’m kind of spoiled… my legs and feet always get so sore, and since they haven’t been iced all week they’re killing me right now.” 
The word ‘feet’ itself got my heart beating slightly.
 She continued “Normally when it gets this bad she’ll give me a quick massage to get the muscles untensed, but now she’s out sick so I’m out of luck.”

At the thought of someone massaging her feet my eyes shot down to look at them.  She was sitting on her right leg wearing these ankle cut black socks.  They were tight and I could see her toes pushing up against the front. And to make things worse she had her hand around it slowly rubbing her thumb along the sole.

 Somewhat in a trance by her sexy socked feet and self massage I lost focus and found myself staring.  I was shot back to reality when she giggled to herself.
“Well as you noticed, I’ve been trying to massage them myself, but it just doesn’t to the trick”  Slightly embarrassed I fidgeted and tried to regain my focus. “Anways” she said “Lets get back to work, I didn’t mean to go on a rant.” I don’t know what came over me, or how I mustered up the confidence.  But the words I would say next just seemed to jump out of my mouth without any control or thought…

 “Tell you what Jenn, we’ll make a deal. For every question you get right,  I’ll give you 60 seconds of a massage.” I caught myself and felt like smacking my forehead.  Why would I just say that, she’s going to think I’m so weird.  Her eyes widened and she looked up at me “Really?” she said with clear excitement.  I was surprised by her enthusiasm, but before I had the time to take the moment in she spoke up again “Okay, which one were we on?”

Trying to gather what just happened, I directed her to the next problem and she started working.  I immediately noticed a difference.  She was working intently, focusing and thinking.  I have never seen her this motivated before.  She showed me her answer, and unfortunately it was wrong. I was more upset than usual.  I tried to explain her mistake, and for once she listened intently, as if she actually cared.  Without wasting a minute she got back to work with the next problem.  After a few minutes she was done, she showed me her answer, and I told her she was right.

Her face lit up with excitement and she let out a soft gasp.  I smiled, blushing a little, remembering the deal we had just made. Jenn didn’t waste a second, “Okay, well you meant what you said right?”
I was suddenly nervous. “Right now? or well I guess or we can do it after” She cut me off quick.
“Aw come one, you got me all excited” Before I could respond she adjusted and moved her foot up, resting it on my chair between my legs. 
“Well a deal is a deal” I said trying to act nonchalant.  I adjusted my chair so we were facing each other better and it was more comfortable.

Before I could start, she was about to pull her foot back “Oh let me take my sock for you” I grabbed her foot  stop her from her pulling it back “It’s okay, I can do it” I said with a smile.  With my hand still on her foot I slowly worked my hand down toward her ankle.  I smoothly moved my thumb under her sock, I could feel her warm moist foot against my bare hand.  I immediately got erect.

I gave it a quick feel before I started to slowly slide the sock off.  I could see the impression of the sock on her foot, leaving quite indents all over.  This was the first time I really got to see that beautiful foot so close, and I found myself almost short of breath.  It was thin and slender and perfectly curved.  Her arch was incredible, it was high and smooth.  Then there were her toes.  Slightly long and incredibly sexy, they were all even and smooth.  Each toe was perfectly pedicured and flawless.  She had on a light pink shade that accentuated her great tan.  I was surprised how great shape they were in for being as active and she was.

Trying not to get stuck staring I started the massage.  My hand was wrapped around her foot, with my thumb on her sole.  I slowly worked my hand up until I got to touch her toes.  I rubbed each one slowly and gently and worked myself back down.  I ran my middle finger down from her heel making sure to feel each soft wrinkle on her foot. I was on cloud nine having the time of life with her perfect feet.  When I looked up at her she had her head back with her eyes closed and her mouth barely agape. I guess I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself.

At least 2 or 3 minutes had gone by before I realized it.  Not wanting to give my pleasure away I decided to stop myself. “I think that was 60 seconds, haha”  I seemed to have snapped her out of a trance, she looked forward and gathered herself.  “Oh sorry, yeah okay”  She seemed a little flustered, the enjoyment she got out of it added to my excitement.  “Okay let me do the next one” She said and quickly got back to work.

I finally got her motivated, I thought to myself jokingly.  She tried two more problems and unfortunately got them both wrong.  I could tell she was growing frustrated and anxious.  On the third one she worked hard and double or triple checked.  “Yup, you got it” I said with a certain satisfaction.  She didn’t waste a second and before I could move she had her foot back on my chair.  I enjoyed this massage even more than the previous, and apparently so did she.  Of course it went on over a minute so I had to get her back to the work.

She started at the worksheet again on a tougher problem this time.  To my surprise she got it right the first time.  Her usual excitement kicked in and she looked up at me.
“Oh look, this one was worth 3 points,..does that mean I get 3 minutes instead of 1 this time?” She asked me with a cunning smile.
“Oh I don’t know, we only have an hour, I don’t think we’ll get done with the sheet in time.“
A little disappointed she started to look down but quickly shot her head back up and looked up at me.
 “Well how about this, since it was 3 points, and a little harder…I get something a little extra special with my message.”

She definitely had my attention, and I sat speechless waiting for her to continue.
“I love putting lotion on, maybe you can rub some on my feet while you massage them this time.” 
I wanted to jump out of my seat, but tried to act cool and collected.
 “Well that was a tough problem, I suppose you deserve it.” I looked around for a second “Well do you have any lotion around here?”  
Her excitement faded into frustration “Oh damn it! I left it in my roommate’s room and she always locks the door.” 
I was deeply upset as I already started to imagine what it would be like rubbing lotion onto those perfect feet.  But before I could get too upset, her eyes widened again.
“Wait a minute, I wonder if…” She didn’t finish her sentence and quickly went and grabbed her shoulder bag. She was rummaging through it somewhat frantically until she raised up a small bottle in her hand.

“Oh this might work, I guess” she remarked.
“What is it?” I asked curiously.  She handed the bottle to me.
“Well this is kinda embarrassing… its an edible body lotion, it was a gift from my friend for my 21^st as sort of a joke.  I never tried but, its supposed to be like a lotion too.” It was from one of those raunchy gift bags you get at those gothic stores in the mall. I smiled and obviously got excited.
 “Well I guess it will do the trick.”

Her foot was back on my chair and I quickly got back to work.  I squirted a little lotion on my fingertips and slowly rubbed in on her soles.  It came out kind of clear but I could see it wet and shimmering as I rubbed it in.  The sight of it made my groins start to burn. I was getting so into it, and apparently so was she.  She was leaning back and somewhat breathing heavier.  Before I knew it the lotion was almost all rubbed in.  This was too good to stop, so I sneakily picked the bottle back up and squirted some more liberally over the top of her foot.  I began to rub the lotion all over.  There was plenty to go around this time.  I got it on every inch of her foot, between every toe and under. 

I lost track of how much time went by, but it felt like at least 3 or 4 minutes. 
“Well how was that?” I said, interrupting the quick session. She was frazzled and tried to gather herself. 
“Oh…uh.  Great, wow that was great.”  I was frazzled myself too, but somehow managed to maintain my composure. 
“We should probably get back to the math, huh?” She said.  I nodded and soon we were back working on the sheet.  She worked quickly and diligently on the next problem.  While she worked, my eyes kept darting down at her foot.  It was back down, resting on the floor. She had it bent back with only her toes barely touching the ground.  Her curve looked amazing with her in this position.  But what really got me this time was how shiny and moist it was.  I could tell there was wet lotion all over it….man I must have put a lot on, I thought.  I could almost see some dripping off in spots.

She was done with the problem, and to both our delights, she got it right.  We both knew the routine at this point.  She put her soaked wet foot back up on my chair.  This time she accidently grazed my leg on her way up.  Her touching my foot transferred some of the lotion onto my khakis on my lap and there was a dark streak on them.
 “I’m so sorry” she said genuinely.
“Oh don’t worry, it’s my fault, I think I put a little too much lotion.” I said with a smile.
 She giggled “It looks like you did…well maybe you should take some off, I wouldn’t want to get any more on your pants.”
 “Yeah that’s a good idea” I responded. “Do you have any napkins or anything?”
  “Oh yeah, they’re in the bathroom” She said and paused for a moment before she said one of the best things I could have ever imagined. “Or you can always just lick it off…it is edible after all”  She said it trying hard to seem sarcastic. Her and I both laughed. 
“Well if it tastes as good as is smells that might not be such a bad idea.” I responded with the same fake sarcasm. Both of us looked at each other, not saying a word, with a quirky smile on my face.  She lifted her leg up and her put it near my face. She was testing me, trying to call my bluff.  I intended to do the same.  I nudged her leg even closer to my face until it barely touched.  That was it…she did ask for it..

I took the bold step and slowly opened my mouth.  I stuck my tongue out and touched the bottom of her feet, along the side and slow ran it up once, then closed my mouth…smiling.  I looked up at her, nervous to see her reaction.  She seemed a little shocked, but her smile was still there.  She was silent for a moment, knowing I was expecting some sort of reaction.
“Well there’s more lotion than that silly”  I didn’t need to hear any more, and prepared to indulge myself. 

I ran my tongue up the same spot again. This time where I stopped I wrapped my mouth around and gave her a strong kiss..slowly sucking away.  Her lotion tasted great, it was strawberry or something..but I really couldn’t care less.  I ran my tongue all over the bottom , licking and swirling every inch.  I would kiss the bottom occasionally making sure to suck down when I stopped.  After probably 3 minutes on just her soles and heel, I decided to go for the toes.  I looked up again to see her reaction.  She was leaned back in the chair.  Her head was back and her eyes were rolled up into her head.  She was biting her lip.  One hand was grabbing the table, while the other went tensly squeezing her thigh.  She was wearing shorts and I could see her fingers tense against her bare tan thigh.

Her toes were especially delightful to suck.  I spent time on each one, sucking and licking.  I ran my tongue around her big toe in circles and slid my lips on and off her big toe.  With the other ones I made sure to run my tongue between each toe, kissing and sucking on each of them adequately.  When I looked up at her again, I was blown away at what she was doing now.  She had her hands in her pants slowly rubbing against her twat.  I could hear her moan and breathe heavily now.

This was an invitation to keep going, and so I did.  I continued sucking and licking every toe and her soles and heels again.  Soon the other foot came up and worked its way to my chair.  It still had the sock on, it seemed to have gotten forgotten in all the excitement.  She pushed it on the chair against my inner thigh.  Within seconds she was slowly working it forward until it reached my hard cock.  She rubbed and caressed it with her socked foot, while I continued to have my way with her other one.

It must have been at least 15 minutes before I grew aware of the time.  I remembered that I was here for math, if I didn’t get through that worksheet I was sure to hear it from my supervisor.  I gained the control to stop and said “So did I get it all off?”.  My smile was big and obvious. She paused and stared at me with a gaze.  She was clearly flustered. “Yeah, yeah I think that did it”  she couldn’t control her smile either.  Once composed, she said “We should probably get finished with this worksheet, huh?” 

We were almost out of time, so she worked the rest of them without breaks.  She seemed to have gotten the hang on the whole thing.  To both our surprises, Jenn was plowing through the worksheet, getting most of them right.  After about 10 minutes of mostly silence, with a few interruptions here and there while I gave her some pointers, she reached the end.  She was done, we both looked at the time, and my hour was over.

“Well I guess our times up.” I said as she looked at me.
“Yeah I guess” She replied, then started again “You got anything else planned for today?”
 I tried to hide my smile and said “Well my next tutoring appointment isn’t for another hour and a half.”  This was followed by a little awkward silence, until she spoke up again.
“So I think I got the hang on if, I got most of the rest right”  She had this sly grin on her face. 
I replied “Yeah I think you got about 16 right on the last half.” 

Our eyes met and she slowly stood up.  She took a step toward me and leaned forward. She put her right knee on the chair between my legs and started to learn toward me.  I thought she was going to kiss me, but before I knew it I felt her grab my hard cock.  I jumped in surprise.  Her body was pushed against mine as I felt her firm breast rub against me. Her lips were so close to mine but she moved her face to the left and slid her head forward to get her lips by my left ear. She spoke again, and I could feel breathe her as she talked…

“Well you know that means...(pause)…I’ll be in my room”  She said in a whisper and squeezed my cock  again. She smoothly stood up and walked past me on the left…her hand grazed down to mine briefly and I turned my head to follow her walk back.  She had a sly sexy grin and disappeared into her room.

 I sat in that chair for a moment…speechless.      This is why I love math.