Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

# Katrina Kaif Private Lessons: Part-2

I stood in the huge bathroom and carefully applied my lipstick and wondered if I could really do this. Seeing the money and the card were in my purse, I pretty much had to or risk Harshad firing me and calling the new clients and telling them not to hire me.

I pursed my lips, taking in the deep slut red I'd painted them and fluffed my hair out. Normally I wore it pulled back or pinned up when I taught, but for this lesson I would leave it down. I normally changed into a pair of slacks and a blouse or occasionally jeans and a t-shirt, but right now I was still wearing the short beach Rame.

I had removed the top to the bikini so when I leaned over the table Sunny was going to get one hell of view. Despite my misgivings just thinking of Sunny seeing my breasts and what it would do to him had my nipples stiff.





I had to face facts; Harshad had hit on everything he said. I was lonely, horny, frustrated and could use the money to do something I was fantasizing about anyway. I adjusted my Rame so it wasn't tied so loosely it was obvious and slipped on the heeled sandals I'd brought with me to make my legs look sexier and add to my 'look'

I quickly grabbed the text book from my bag and zipping it up, left the bathroom before I lost my nerve. I dropped my bag that contained the clothing I should be wearing near the door and walked into the dining room.

Sunny was there dressed in another sleeveless t-shirt that looked damn good and immediately eased some of my inhibitions, and a pair of loose shorts. He had his lap top open and his book and notebook next to it. Little did he know, he wouldn't need those today.

"Sorry, I kept you waiting." I announced as I entered.

"That's okay I had to..." He trailed off when he looked up at me.

He gave me a quick up and down and then turned his eyes towards the table and said, "You can take time to change if you want, I'll wait."

"Silly me, forgot my damn pants." I laughed, "So it was either the Rame or I could sit here in my underwear."

"Oh." He was already blushing as he mentally created the image I'd given him. "R...right, wouldn't want that."

"Not that the thong would show more than my bikini anyway." I sighed, "You know, Sunny I'm sorry about that."

"About what?".

"Wearing that suit, it was pretty revealing."

"Oh, I didn't mind." He stopped and his blush deepened, "I mean you know, you can wear whatever you want."

"You didn't mind?" I smiled as I sat across from him. "Did you like it, it's new?"

"It was, um...pretty."

"Think I'm pretty?"

"Uh...shouldn't we get to work?" He tapped his book. "We left off on..."

"Oh, you're dodging the question." I pushed my lips into a pout, "Guess you don't think I'm pretty."

"I do. I mean, well..." He frowned, "Pretty is kind of a young girl thing, you're..."

"I'm?" I prodded.

"Beautiful?"

"I like that." I gave him a huge smile.

"So, what did my dad want?"

"He found me a couple of leads for new students."

"Oh, good." He nodded.

"Why, what did you think?"

"I...I thought maybe he saw us and...thought I was looking at you."

"Were you?" Nice segue this was.

"No!" He shook his head, "Not like that I mean."

"Damn, must be losing my touch." I sighed, "I used to be able to turn heads in a bikini."

"Chapter twenty?" He suggested, opening the book.

"Is that where we were? Let me see."

Instead of opening my own book I stood up and leaned over the table to look at him. I felt the Rame open and my breasts fall forward. Sunny looked up and his eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of his head. His mouth opened and remained that way as he stared down my Rame. I figured he could see everything right down to my pink nipples and a wave of heat flowed through me. Goddamn Harshad had been right on, that was for sure.




"Sunny?"

"Um, Miss....I mean Katrina?"

I grinned and unleashed a classic, "The books here, honey." I tapped it.

"Yes!" He nodded, "Right." He looked down at it.

"You take notes over the week?"

"Sure," He started to slide the notebook over to me, but I walked around the table and sat next to him.

I pulled my chair over so close my bare leg was resting against his and leaned to the side to look at the book. That put my hair in his face. I could feel his breath on my ear as I turned my head.

"Sorry." I moved my hair away from his face which left him looking at my neck. I imagined him kissing me there and wanted to squirm in my seat. "Wow, these are good notes."

"Thank you."

"You're good at a lot of things, aren't you Sunny?"

I sat up and turned in my seat to face him. I opened my legs, and saw his gaze drop down to my exposed thighs. My eyes were focused on his crotch and I had to force myself not to lick my lips at the sight of the bulge there.

"I don't know."

"Bet you are." I smiled, "So that's why I wonder, why no girlfriend?"

"I guess I haven't met anyone yet." He put his hand on the notebook, "Shouldn't we talk about..."

"I'm sure you have met plenty of girls and honey? I'm a woman and I know damn well you're getting attention from the girls, you are far too hot not to."


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"You think I'm...hot?" His eyes were still on my thighs as if he were too mesmerized to care if I were looking and I spread them further open, but put my hand on the Rame between them so he would only be able to see more of my thigh.

"You're a sexy young man, too sexy to be alone." I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Sunny, are you shy?"

"No...well....a little."

"Why, what are you afraid of?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, "Can we..."

"Sunny, have you ever had sex?"

"That's a little personal!" He declared, finally pulling his gaze from my lap and looking at me.

"That's my answer then," I laughed and put my hand on his arm, "That's okay though, just makes you even cuter."

"Don't make fun of me." He sulked, his lip out, God he was adorable! I wanted to kiss him right on the spot.

"I think it's sweet." I lowered my voice to a sultry whisper and leaning closer spoke in his ear, "Sweet drives women crazy, especially older women."





"Really?" He asked and I noted he made no attempt to move.

"Really." I sighed, allowing my hot breath to blow on his neck, "God, a woman my age? We could just eat sweet food alive." At this point my lips were almost touching his ear, "Sweet makes us not want to be sweet all."