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I knocked on the door just a little after 5:00.
“Hi, Ryan, come in. I hope you didn’t have any problem finding the place.”
“Hi, Professor Driscoll, no problems at all — this was pretty easy to find. I hope it’s OK that I parked in your driveway, there wasn’t much available on the street.”
“Nope, I’m not going anywhere — and I appreciate your agreeing to meet me here. I don’t teach on Thursdays and I usually work from home. You might be able to tell from how I’m dressed,” she pointed to her outfit, “Zoom calls all day!”
I could see what she meant. From the waist up, she was dressed professionally, just like you’d expect to see her in class. She wore a nice blouse buttoned most of the way up, simple jewelry, and light makeup. Her hair was up in a bun and she was wearing eyeglasses. Yep, this was Professor Driscoll.
Her bottom half was more casually attired; just faded jeans and bare feet. Both halves looked pretty damn good but in different ways.
“It’s getting nasty out there,” she said, “I hope this wasn’t too big of an inconvenience.”
“This works well for me. Parking is much better here than on campus,” I said.
“Oh good. I was just about to pour some tea, can I offer you a cup? Seems like the perfect thing for a day like today.”
“Thanks, that would be great.” I replied.
She poured the tea and I admired how nice her legs and ass looked in those jeans. The bare feet made her look even more sexy.
She brought the tea to the kitchen table and asked how she could help me.
I told her that I was struggling with the current novel we were reading, “Madam Bovary.” I was having some trouble with the text and couldn’t figure out what to write about for the paper, which was due next week.
“I see this a lot,” she said. “The novel is almost 150 years old now, so the writing style is a bit archaic, and students have a hard time appreciating how lurid this novel was when it was first published. Of course, it’s more tame than toothpaste commercials these days, but this was scandalous when it was first written! This brings a great perspective to an introductory literature course. Give it a chance and I think you’ll find it enjoyable.”
As she was talking, there were sounds of thunder outside that indicated the storm was getting closer.
“If you’re worried about the storm, we could reschedule this session,” she offered.
“Thanks, but I’m fine. I’d like to work on the paper this weekend, and I’m not worried about a few raindrops,” I responded.
She then went on to tell me why she liked the novel so much. I don’t know if it was because of the relaxed surroundings of her home, or for some other reason, but she shared more with me than I would have expected.
She said that she had read it herself when she started college and found it very enlightening. She had grown up in a somewhat repressed environment and seeing a woman that found sex enjoyable and not an obligation felt liberating to her.
She bit her lip and seemed temporarily lost in thought.
“I hope I haven’t said too much!” she laughed nervously.
“No, actually this is very helpful to me. Maybe I’m having problems relating because the characters are older than I am and are experiencing things that are new to me–“
I cut the sentence short, because now maybe I had shared too much with my professor. She nodded slightly, indicating that she understood, but did not press the point.
“That’s very common in a freshman introductory class, nothing to be worried about there. Your experience will catch up quite quickly, I assure you.” She said with a wry smile.
“But for the paper, perhaps you could explore that piece of it, from the perspective of someone who has not yet experienced what Madame Bovary and her paramour are encountering. Of course, only to the extent that you’re comfortable. The wonderful thing about writing is how much you can convey with subtlety. You don’t have to come right out and say things to get a point across.”
“I like that a lot, though it makes me nervous. I wouldn’t want that paper to get out!” I said.
“I wouldn’t worry about that. Students don’t really give a crap what everyone else is writing and I promise not to submit it to the literary review!” she laughed.
She was becoming less formal with me and I was really enjoying this.
Just then, there was a bright flash and a loud clap of thunder, a sure indication that lightning had struck close to the house. She jumped up and looked out the window.
“Holy shit!” she said in a very un-professorial way. “A tree just came down outside and it’s completely blocking my driveway. Doesn’t look like it touched your car though, how fortunate is that? But, it also doesn’t look like you’ll be able to move it until I can get someone in here with a chainsaw.” She said.
Did she have the slightest of grins on her face when she was saying that or was my imagination going somewhere ridiculous?
“Well, I guess I could get an Uber and come back for my car tomorrow.” Sahabet I offered.
“Nonsense, you’re a college student and shouldn’t waste your money like that. I’ll tell you what, why don’t you stay for dinner? I was going to throw together some pasta and it’s no trouble to double it. After that, we can figure things out. We can also talk more about literature. It’s a passion of mine obviously and I can tell from class that it’s an interest of yours too. Sound like a plan?”
“You mean a real meal and an adult conversation? How could I turn that down? How about you let me help out though?”
She agreed and asked whether I knew how to make a Caesar salad. I told her that it was a specialty of mine and we quickly divided up the labor. She excused herself for a moment while she went to the restroom. When she came back, she started to clear the teacups off the table and one of them slipped from her grasp and fell onto the tile floor, breaking into several pieces.
“Damn!” she said as she bent her knees and crouched down to pick them up. This was one of those unexpectedly sexy positions that can catch you by surprise. She was sitting on her haunches like a baseball catcher but in bare feet. This really accentuated her calves and thighs along with the graceful curves up to her ass.
Her knees were apart and I could see her jeans stretched tightly through her groin. I also noticed that a few buttons on her blouse had come undone at some point and I got a nice, quick view of her lightly freckled cleavage as she was bending forward to pick up the pieces. This happened quickly, but my mind seemed to capture it in slow motion.
She glanced up at me and gave me a little smile as she rose back to her feet.
“Hope that didn’t startle you!” she said.
I wasn’t clear if she was talking about the dropped teacup or the view she had given me.
We put dinner together and she brought two non-alcoholic beers to the table.
“Sorry it’s not the good stuff, but the University probably wouldn’t look too favorably on its faculty serving alcohol to a student under 21! I had some of these in the fridge from when my nephew visited last month to look at the school. These aren’t bad actually.”
I thanked her for the beer and mentioned that I’m a little older than most freshmen since I took two years off between high school and college – though I still had a couple of months to go before I turned 21. She raised her eyebrows ever-so-slightly when I told her that.
Dinner was very good, and our conversation was equal to it. Even though there wasn’t any booze involved, we were both relaxing nicely, even as the storm continued to rage outside.
“I hope this doesn’t sound odd, but I think you should stay here tonight, Ryan. I don’t feel right about your going out in this nasty weather. I have a spare room, so there’s no issue there.”
My heart skipped a few beats. I’m sure she meant nothing by the offer, but my imagination was feeding some great thoughts to my brain.
“Thank you, Professor Driscoll, I don’t have any plans tonight so if you’re sure it’s not an inconvenience, I’d really appreciate that.
“Great, but now you’re my houseguest and not my student, so how about you call me Angela — but we’ll be back to Professor Driscoll once we’re back at school. Deal?”
“Sounds good — and you can keep calling me Ryan!” I laughed.
She said that she was happy for the company actually, especially with it thundering and lightning outside. We cleaned up the dishes and she suggested we find a movie to watch that evening.
We moved over to her TV area and she sat in one of the chairs and I sat on the couch. She picked up the remote, and brought up the channel guide — and then laughed.
“What luck! One of my very favorite movies!” she said.
She pressed the button and TCM came up on the screen and the host was introducing the next movie.
“The Graduate”.
“Have you seen this before?” she asked, “It’s one of my favorites.”
Then she caught herself, quickly remembering the plot of a romantic relationship between an older woman and a younger man.
“I’m sorry, Ryan, this is pretty inappropriate,” she said apologetically.
I knew exactly why she was worried, but liked the idea so much that I had to convince her to continue.
“It may be, but it doesn’t bother me at all. This is a great movie, I’ve always liked it too. If you’re OK, then I am too.” I replied.
“Wow, sounds like you are into good movies. I’ll go make us some popcorn.” She said.
I now felt like the odds of something happening between me and my professor were increasing. They still weren’t great, but they had improved from zero percent to maybe two percent. As much of a long shot as it was, it couldn’t stop me from fantasizing.
The popcorn was ready just as the movie was starting and Angela sat down on the couch next to me so that we could share it.
As the movie heated up, it seemed that my professor was inching closer to me on the couch. Sahabet Giriş Was this my imagination running away or was it reality? My dick was voting for reality as it was starting to get uncomfortably hard in my jeans.
When Benjamin accused Mrs. Robinson of trying to seduce him in the movie we both laughed and Angela’s hand ended up on my thigh. I looked over at her and could see a fun, but lustful look start to appear in her eyes. She quietly asked if this was OK and I nodded yes and placed my hand softly on top of hers.
Something was definitely happening now.
We both leaned in and our lips met in a soft kiss as the movie continued to play in the background. The kiss was very exciting and we were quickly into a full make-out session right there on her couch.
Then, just as quickly, we weren’t.
“Oh shit, Ryan! I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I let that happen. Here I was so careful about not serving you alcohol and then I’m trying to jump your bones on my couch! I’m such an idiot. Can we just forget all about this?” she asked?
My heart was racing. I was so turned on, I couldn’t think straight. I wanted her in the worst way and had to figure out how to get this back on track.
“Angela, I think you’re fantastic and you have no idea how much you’ve turned me on. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”
She nodded and waited expectantly for me to continue.
“I want to be with you in the worst way and suspect you want this too. If there is any way to make this happen, I’d be up for it. You don’t know me well, but my word to you is sacred; I’ll never tell a soul about this, I swear.”
“Ryan, I want to very much, but this is a big risk for me. I could lose my job if anyone ever found out about this.” She said, but her resolve seemed lower than a moment ago.
“And if no one ever found out?” I inquired.
Angela bit her lower lip and looked at me lustfully with her smoldering eyes — the last of her resolve melting away.
She leaned back into me and our lips touched again, this time with even more passion than before. Her tongue brushed against my lips and I happily opened up to receive her. She was holding me tight and my hands were caressing up and down her back as we continued to make out.
“Oh Ryan, it’s been so long for me. This feels so nice!” she said to me.
“God Angela, I want you so much!” I said in response.
Angela soon had my shirt off and was working on my belt. I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and soon she was just in her bra and jeans.
She then had my pants and boxers off and started to stroke my cock — my excitement was already through the roof. I moved my hands behind her to unfasten her bra when she suddenly stopped me. She saw the quizzical expression on my face and began to fill me in.
“Ryan, I’m sorry, but I’m really self-conscious about my breasts. I don’t think they are my best feature and I’d like to keep my bra on if it’s OK with you.”
“Angela, I wouldn’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” I said, breathing heavily, “And you have more experience with this kind of thing than I do. But I have to tell you that everything I’ve seen so far looks spectacular. I’d love to see them. If you’re still uncomfortable after that, you could throw on a tee shirt and I won’t bother you about it again. Would that work?” I asked, hoping like hell to see what she was hiding under her brassiere.
She smiled and said, “Well you’re a good negotiator! OK, but I’m warning you that they sag a little and I think my nipples are too big. My last boyfriend didn’t care for them too much.”
“So all I’m hearing is that they are real and not the manufactured kind! Everything you’ve told me makes me want to see them even more. They sound absolutely perfect from your description. Any chance your old boyfriend was a dipshit?” I asked jokingly.
“100 percent!” she replied. “OK, here goes, but I warned you!”
She then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She held the cups in front of her for a second before deciding finally to let her bra fall to the floor.
“Angela, they are magnificent; you are beautiful.”
I was not exaggerating in my compliments. Her tits looked fantastic. They were large and wobbled slightly as she removed her bra. They were beautifully upturned and settled low on her chest. They were not saggy at all, but they had a very natural curve to them. Her areolas were on the large side, but not too big. They were pink and pebbly — and aroused. Her nipples stood out nicely and were on the large size as well. These checked all of my boxes. I was so happy I had convinced her to let me see them. Now I just needed to feel them!
She smiled and sat me in the chair in front of her. She bent down and gave me a big kiss with lots of tongue, also giving me a wonderful view of her full, dangling tits in the process. There was a chance that I’d cum without her touching me again!
She broke the kiss and raised herself slightly, giving me perfect access Sahabet Güncel Giriş to those delicious melons. She smiled and swung them gently in my face. I softly held and gently caressed them, feeling their shape and letting them rest in my palms.
“Lick them, please Ryan,” she whispered.
I planted small kisses on her tits, avoiding her sexy nipples for a moment — just savoring the fullness of her breasts and the smoothness of her skin. I started licking her areolas, watching their surface expand with her excitement. I could feel her breathing increase as she placed her hands on my shoulders for support.
I didn’t want to tease her for too long and I slowly brought my mouth to one of her hardened nipples and latched my lips around it. She moaned in agreement as I started to suck on it. She grabbed me by the back of the head, ensuring that I would not disengage from this erotic coupling. I sucked harder and she responded in kind.
“Oh my god Ryan, that feels so good. Please don’t stop. This is making me so wet! Please do the other one too.”
I complied with her request, shifting to her left nipple which obviously required attention too. I cupped her breast in my right hand as I continued sucking on her delicious teat. With my other hand, I caressed her right breast and tweaked her nipple.
Her moans grew even louder and she shifted backwards so that she could sit on my thigh while I remained latched to her prize. She was grinding her denim-clad pussy into my leg and I could almost feel her warm dampness through the fabric.
“Oh my god Ryan, you’re making me cum. OH MY GOD! Yes! YES BABY, YES!”
Her body shook from the orgasm and I could feel wetness penetrating her jeans. The orgasm continued to reverberate through her body and I reluctantly surrendered her nipple as she brought her face down to mine and gave me a very lustful tongue kiss.
“Oh my god, Ryan, that felt so fucking good. Thank you for encouraging me!”
“Wow!” was all I could say at first, “That was such an amazing experience, I’ve never had anything like that!”
“Well, there’s plenty more where that came from if you’re game,” she winked.
“Of course!” was the best answer I could give my English Lit professor.
She smiled and kissed me briefly, then moved her way down, kissing my neck and chest (and nipples) along the way. Her body felt like it was still shuddering slightly from her orgasm which made it even more erotic for me. As she got down to my stomach, I leaned back on the couch to give her better access and she started to gently caress my cock and balls with her right hand.
Seeming satisfied that I had reached the proper level of arousal, she then bent down and planted kisses all over and around my cock.
“Please lick it, Professor Driscoll,” I said, deciding to be more formal for fun.
“Yes indeed, Ryan, you’ve earned this,” she replied.
She used her hot tongue to lick up and down my shaft, as her hands caressed my thighs and balls.
“Oh god, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.” I begged.
She then brought her lips into the action, kissing the sides of my dick while caressing the shaft with her hand at the same time. As much as I was enjoying this, I was grateful when she fully opened her mouth and guided the entire shaft into it.
With her hair still up in a bun, I had a fantastic view of her body as she started to suck away. I loved her lightly freckled shoulders and her sinewy, sexy back. I could also catch the occasional glimpse of her tits dangling below her as she sucked away.
I scooted my ass back on the couch as far as I could so that I could lean over her back as she continued to work on me. I gently massaged the smooth skin of her shoulders before gently reaching underneath for my intended prize, those lovely swaying breasts.
As I reached down and gently grabbed them, she moaned in support of what I was doing. I held my palms facing upward so that her sensitive nipples would rub against them as her breasts moved back and forth while she was blowing me.
This raised her excitement which increased her tempo. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to hold out as my hips started to move up and down involuntarily in synchronization with her actions. She was moving faster and sucking harder as my excitement continued to build.
I released her sexy tits and grabbed onto her shoulders as my climax approached. I was now moaning with excitement feeling her mouth on my dick and her tits brushing against the side of my thighs. She gently cupped my balls and that was it for me — I exploded into her mouth with everything that I had.
She was well prepared and sucked in all of my jism like a champ, continuing to caress my thighs and abdomen as she fully cleaned me up. She rested her head on my thigh while we both caught our breath. She then looked up at me and said, “Bedroom?”
I nodded yes and she quickly took me by the hand and guided me into her sanctuary. Since she was slightly in front of me, I could admire her bouncing tits the whole way there. They had such a nice shape, with a delicious upturn to them which brought her nipples up to a point. This was accentuated by the fact that she was still in her tight jeans; something I enjoyed, but also hoped to rectify quickly.
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