The tutor, Mr. Johnson, sat in his dimly lit office late at night, reviewing papers from his day. Little did he know his 18-year-old student, Emma, had snuck into the building, waiting for the perfect moment to confront him. She quietly slipped into the room, catching him off guard.
"Emma! What are you doing here at this hour?" He demanded to know, his surprise evident on his face.
"I had something important to discuss with you," She replied, her voice shaking slightly. Her tight, black dress hugged her body as she stepped closer to him.
He raised an eyebrow, skeptical of what she could possibly want to discuss at this hour. "Alright, let's hear it."
Emma moved around the desk, straddling his lap and reaching behind to unhook her dress. It fell to the floor in a silken pool, revealing her lacy black bra and matching panties. She leaned in close, pressing her soft curves against him, her eyes smoldering with desire. "That's more like it," she purred.
