An older college student persues her professor - Sex Stories

An older college student persues her professor

... wasn’t d***k, but the four beers were giving me some pretty good confidence right now, I asked you if you wanted to get out of here. You tried to be flirty, saying your place or mine, but then just burst out laughing from how silly it sounded. I paid the tab (and you still owe me one) and I offered to drive to your place. Turns out you live only a few blocks away, so we walked. A modest little townhome in a decent neighborhood. You’d broken up with Mr. “not the one” a month ago, so there was no worry about anyone coming by. You let us in and close the door. I kicked off my shoes by the door and followed you. I decided to get a little playful and grab your waist for a tickle. You screamed from being startled then giggles and shushed me and said you have neighbors. That made me take one more grab at your waist (couldn’t help myself). This time I pulled you to me and kissed you on the lips. You passionately kissed back and I ran my hands up and down your back. Within seconds you were letting out little moans. I reached down to your ass and gave it a squeeze. It was firm in my hand, you leaned into me and started to kiss at my neck. I start to untuck your shirt from your skirt. I then unbutton it until I can lift it over your head. I then unclasped your bra and reveal your breasts to me. They’re as perfect as I had envisioned. a 34C with perfectly pink nipples, both clearly showing how excited you are at the moment. I made my way down your body with my mouth: your neck, your ...

... breasts, your nipples, your tummy. I undo your skirt and it falls to your feet. I grabbed your panties at your hips and pulled them down, brushing my hands on the outsides of your smooth, soft legs. Your pussy was inches from my face, a soft, light and trimmed bush points between your legs. As I stood, I placed one hand on your back, the other I used to feel you. I slid my hand down your bush, and reached for your pussy lips. You were moist from the excitement. I touched your clit lightly with my fingers and you moaned again. You pressed down onto my hand and leaned into my arm at your back. You lead me to your bedroom. You left the lights off, but lit candles around the room while I took off my clothing and got on the bed. I laid on my back, you made your way to the bed and climbed on me, straddling my abs. You leaned forward and kissed me. We made out like teenagers, groping and writhing, touching each other with no clothing or boundaries getting in the way of our pursuits. You slid down and grabbed my cock. I was almost fully erect, but it became stiff as a board when you grabbed hold and started to stroke. You brought your lips to it and kissed at the tip, then licked my shaft, and then took me in your mouth. You moved up and down on me, sometimes with little movement and sometimes deep throating where I could feel the softness of your throat with the tip of my dick. I was getting close to the edge, it was so hot. I told you I was getting close, but you kept going, moaning ...