A full weekend of pleasure

She was my first, but I wasn’t hers. I was 24 then, and she was 35. She and her daughter, Shalini, lived in the flat across the hall from me. I tutored Shalini, 17, on weekends, even though she was a bright student, she still wanted me to tutor her as she said that I was lucky for her. I knew she had a crush on me, but my eyes were always set on her mother, Alia. The only reason I tutored Shalini was so that I could meet Alia every day. Even though we had our age difference, Shalini, Alia, and I were on a first-name basis.

Every weekend I would go to their home, tutor Shalini for a couple of hours, and then Shalini would make me wait till Alia got back from work. Shalini wanted to know more about me, so we talked for some time till Alia came home. I didn’t really mind because I got to see Alia in her work clothes. She was a receptionist at a hotel and her uniform had quite a lot of sexual appeal; a white semi-transparent shirt and a short blue skirt. The skirt gave a good look at her perfectly shaped thighs. She had her weight at the right places. The skirt encompassed her beautiful ass perfectly. The shirt was fitted to bring out the shape of her voluptuous breasts, and the shirt didn’t have the two top buttons, which I believe was by design. Alia and I didn’t get to talk much because of Shalini. Shalini would do most of talking when she was around, and all she talked about was about either herself or me.