Tempting The Professor - Sex Stories

Tempting The Professor

It was a warm summer night when I first saw him, my new English professor, Mr. Jameson. I had always been attracted to older men with authority, and he was no exception. His salt-and-pepper hair and glasses gave him an air of wisdom that only fueled my desire for him.I sat in the front row of his class, eagerly soaking up every word he spoke. One day, as I turned in a paper, he caught my eye and smiled at me. It was a simple gesture, but it sent shivers down my spine. From that moment on, I knew I had to have him.Over the next few weeks, we exchanged flirtatious glances and subtle smiles. One day, as I left class, he stopped me and asked if I needed help with anything. My heart raced as I replied, "Just some advice on writing a paper." He agreed to meet me in his office later that day.When the time came, I nervously knocked on his door. As he welcomed me inside, my nerves began to dissipate. We discussed my paper and our shared love for literature, but as we spoke, I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on my body.As the conversation continued, I felt a growing heat between us. My heart pounded in my chest as I decided to take a chance. Leaning forward, I whispered, "I have another paper coming up. Could we meet again?" His eyes widened with surprise and excitement, and he nodded.

"Of course," he said softly.Over the next few weeks, we met regularly in his office. Each time, the tension between us grew more intense. Our conversations became more intimate ...

... and our glances more seductive. Finally, one day, I could no longer contain my desire for him. As we sat across from each other, I reached out and touched his hand. He looked at me in shock but quickly recovered, grasping my fingers tightly.I knew it was time to make my move. Standing up, I walked around the desk and straddled him in his chair. His eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. As we kissed deeply, I felt a surge of excitement run through me.His hands slid down my back, tracing the curve of my hips. When they reached the hem of my skirt, he hesitated for just a moment before sliding it up, revealing my black lace thong. His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, and I could feel his erection growing against me.He pulled back from our kiss, looking into my eyes with an intensity that took my breath away. "You're playing with fire, you know," he whispered. "I could lose everything if anyone found out about us.""I don't care," I replied, pressing my lips against his neck. "I want this. I need this."He groaned in response, and I felt him thrusting against me through his slacks. His hands slid under my shirt, caressing the swell of my breasts as he unclasped my bra with expert precision. As he cupped my naked flesh, I could feel my nipples hardening under his touch.He began to suck on my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers down my spine. His hands slid lower, tracing the curve of my ass as he pulled me closer ...