The Professor And The Admirer - Sex Stories

The Professor And The Admirer

... resting in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily now. I caress the back of his head, stroking his hairline, squeezing myself around him, milking him empty. When he pulls out, I feel our juices dripping from my sex. It excites me to feel this. He leans down, licking me clean. His tongue moving gently this time, knowing I'm sore, swiping his tongue along my clit, down over my entrance. It feels like ages that he is down there, but I don't mind. Though I feel as if I'd fallen asleep, or just in a daze, because he helps me to the top of the bed now. Curling into his arms, I fall asleep instantly. *** The next morning, I open my eyes to a wonderful view of the city. Being on the top floor allows such a wondrous luxury. I'm alone in bed however, which I wasn't expecting, but I don't mind. The warmth of his heat is still lingering on the bed, so I know it hasn't been long. I notice the time, it is nearly ten in the morning. My check out time is noon. Stealing one of Steven's shirts, I slip it on and head towards the amazing smell of coffee. “Good morning, Paisley. Did you sleep well?” Steven pours the both of us coffee in large mugs, which surely you can only find in America. “If I could stuff that bed in my bag to take home, I'd be the happiest girl in the world.” He chuckles, pouring sugar and cream into the mugs, before sliding one towards me. “I may not have that bed to take home, but I feel pretty happy myself.” “Mmm yes, me too. This weekend has been one of a kind for me. ...

... I don't want it to end. But sadly, reality calls.” “Yes, so it does. I have several more stops here in the US, before going home. I'm looking forward to it. It's been great to travel, but this kind of traveling sure does wear on you after a few weeks.” “I bet it does! I'm sure well worth it. Not everyone gets so lucky.” “That's how I see it. So, I try not to complain too much.” We take the time to exchange emails and phone numbers. He promises to keep in touch and wants to hear about what my old professor thinks of me meeting him. I tell him I'm going to do it as soon as possible. After about half an hour or so, we bid our farewells and I go back down to shower and pack. I just make it to check out time, as I take the elevator downstairs, hand in my key card and head to my car. It is another impossibly beautiful day, the drive will be another perfect one. *** Once I get home, I find Zoey in the living room, she's smiling and looking a lot better than she did when I saw her last. Her mother only left about a half hour ago, saying she was ready to return to the land of the living. Zoey doesn't even give me the chance to unpack, before she starts asking me about the trip. I tell her to give me just a half hour and I'll share all the details. We don't keep secrets from one another, but I do want to write up my letter to my old professor, so I can send it out in the mail in the morning. I just know how much he'll enjoy receiving the book and note. “I can't believe this, Paisley!” ...