The Protege chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 3

... me longingly. "I am so nervous." She gasped. "I feel like a school girl at my first dance. I want you so bad Leasie, it scares me." I nodded terrified. "I really want this night to be perfect, so do you think maybe we could get showered and freshened up before..."

"Yes please, I'm in complete agreement. I can be ready in 20 minutes." I said relieved.

"Twenty minutes it is." She said happily.

We rushed to our bedrooms and I jumped into the shower. I tried to move as quickly as possible. I washed and shaved at record speed. I dried off, combed and dried my hair, put on a touch of makeup, perfume and the hotel robe. It felt like maybe fifteen minutes so I felt confident I would be ahead of her.

I stepped into my bedroom as she was entering from the common area. "Well, hello Ms. Cynthia, I was gonna get a little something on and come to your "bed chamber" as your suggested. What a pleasant surprise." I said staring at her untied robe. I could see her bare breasts trying to break free from the robe, but it seemed to cling magically to her nipples, keeping them covered, despite a three inch gap that ran all the way down the front of her robe. Unfortunately given her time of the month. She wore a pair of white cotton panties beneath the robe.

"That's quite alright Leasie. That's a little something less I will need to take off." She slipped the robe off letting it fall to the floor. The outline of her neck and shoulders drew my eyes. I wanted to touch her and plant ...

... sweet kisses on her neck and feel her reaction. I made my way to the foot of the bed. "Now show me yours Leasie." Her voice was heavenly.

I pulled the tie string to the robe, pushed it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. As it dropped, I had a sudden bout of self consciousness and covered my breasts with my arm.

She stood back looking at me with a look of confusion. "What's wrong sweetie, why would you cover yourself like that, you're so beautiful."

It was hard to explain, but I had always been a bit self conscious of my breasts. I always felt like I had "missile tits". My areola to my nipples protruded at least and inch from my breasts. The profile was rather pointed compared to the movie tits. the side effect seemed to be my nipples were much more sensitive than most, and only seemed to add to my anxiety. "I have ugl... unique breasts." I said nervously

"Ms. Carmichael, let me assure you I think your tits are absolutely perfect. They are perfectly etched in my memory from our night in the hot tub. I would very much like it if you would move your arms and let me see them again." She smiled confidently.

My heart fluttered and my anxieties melted away. Her eyes seemed to brighten as I exposed myself to her fully. She seemed to know how to press all of my buttons. The way she said the word tits tapped into the inner slut, I never really knew I had until I met her. When she called me slut in the conference room, It made me more excited than I can ever ...