Snow Day With Her Professor
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Snow Day with Her Professor
(Erotic Story #1 Rough Sex, Hardcore Sex and BDSM Sex Series)
By Amy Aday
Copyright 2012-2013 Amy Aday
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. Summary
Selena finds herself stranded on the side of the road during an impending blizzard. She is grateful when her rather hot literature professor happens along and offers to help. They end up at his place waiting for the storm to pass. But soon, the college freshman finds it hard to resist her sexy, older and more experienced professor. Will he give in to her? And if he does, will she be able to handle what he has in mind?
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Snow Day with Her Professor
(Erotic Story #1 Rough Sex, Hardcore Sex and BDSM Sex Series)
By Amy Aday
Selena tried to concentrate on what her psychology professor was saying, but she was too distracted by the snow coming down outside the window. Unlike many of the other freshmen in her class, she did not live in one of the on campus dorms that were within walking distance. She was going to have to drive about fifteen miles in this mess to get to the house she shared with several other students.
She continued to watch from the window as the snow fell. There was already a considerable pile on the ground and it showed no sign of letting up. Finally, there was a buzz from the overhead speaker at the front of the large classroom in which she sat. She was relieved to hear the voice of the Dean of Students overshadow whatever her professor had been talking about.
“Attention faculty and students: This is Dean Wharton speaking. Due to current weather conditions, we have cancelled the remainder of this afternoon’s classes, effective immediately. We ask that all faculty members release your students at this time in order to allow them time to make it home safely before the pending snow storm worsens. Thank you and be safe.”
The professor tried to get a few words in about assignments for next week’s class, but he was drowned out by the sound of almost one hundred students sliding out of their desks and grabbing their things before clamoring to get out of the classroom. Outside, Selena was concerned to find that the sidewalks were already becoming slick. She had to get home quickly.
She jumped in her Jeep Liberty and headed off campus, trying to beat the rush of other students with the same intention. She was on the road home within minutes. The snow was really coming down now, making it hard to see very far in front of the Jeep, but at least she was on her way.
She had only gotten about eight miles from campus when she heard a strange clanking sound coming from somewhere and then the Jeep began to sputter. She managed to pull it off to one side of the road before it went dead altogether.
Immediately, she felt panic begin to set in. She tried to restart the Jeep but nothing happened. Unbelievable! Her father had bought this for her as a high school graduation present and it was less than a year old. What could be wrong with it and why now? She fished her cell phone from her purse to call for roadside assistance.
Dead. She stared at it in disbelief. Son of a bitch!
Wrapped tightly, she stepped out of the Jeep. The snow was really coming down; she would need to get home as soon as she could before this got much worse. She took a deep breath and began walking.
Less than a mile into her trip, she was already freezing. She was relieved when a car stopped beside her and the driver rolled down the window. She walked over and bent down toward the car.
“Selena?” the man said as he got a glimpse of her face. Thank goodness! It was her American Literature professor, Carl Sansom. “Get in the car, Selena,” he told her, pushing open the door from the inside.
“What in the world are you doing out in this mess, Selena?” he asked as he checked his rearview mirror for any other traffic approaching.
“My car quit and my phone was dead. I was trying to get home,” she said, still somewhat breathless from the breathing the cold air outside.
“You live this far off campus?” he asked.
“Yes, I live out in Emerald Gardens. It’s straight down the highway another six or seven miles,” she said.
“Well, you aren’t going there anytime soon,” he replied. “The news reports are saying that the bridge just down the road is closed due to ice. I hear it’s pretty bad and getting worse. I’m not sure you could even have walked across it at this point.”
Selena looked at him in disbelief. What was she going to do now?
“Don’t worry about it. I live just up the road before you get to the bridge. You can come to my place until this blows over and then we will get you home,” he told her.
Selena let out an almost involuntary sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, Professor Sansom. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along,” she told him.
She tried not to fidget or stare at him as he drove. Even though he was only in his thirties, his jet black hair showed signs of graying at the temples. He was graceful, but athletic and incredibly sexy. His dark, piercing eyes made many of his young students squirm in their seats when he addressed them directly. Selena knew, first hand, that many of them spent most of their class time imagining his full lips on their skin.
“Well, here we are,” he told her. Selena looked around at the complex they had pulled into. It was a semi-circle of rustic cabin-like homes built into a horseshoe area which had been carved into a nearby mountainside. They were small, but quaint in appearance.
They got out of the car and made their way to the front door carefully along the slick sidewalks. He placed his hand on her back as they went to prevent her from falling and she felt a little tingle go down her spine.
Once inside, Selena looked around. “You have a lot of books. I take it you have never heard of this new thing they have called an e-reader?” she joked nervously.
“Take off those wet things and lay them over one of the kitchen chairs so they can dry,” he said as he walked toward the kitchen counter.
“I prefer the smell of the old books. I find it much more comforting to curl up by a warm fire with a leather bound book then with my Ipad. Although, I do find e-books handier for transporting a small library over strapping those books on my back before I go out the door,” he said, with a light laugh.
As Selena removed her coats and things, he took note of her wet clothes underneath. “Wow, you really got soaked out there. Let me find you something warm to wear and we will get those dry for you,” he said, not waiting for an answer before heading off toward another room. When he returned, he had a button down flannel shirt and a pair of sweat pants that tie at the waist.
“These aren’t glamorous, but they will do until we can get you into dry clothes of your own. The bathroom is right down the hall to the left. I don’t know about you but I’m starving. I’ll start us a warm fire and some dinner while we wait,” he said.
“That will be great,” she replied, taking the clothes from him and making her way to the bathroom to change. As she stepped out, he yelled down the hall toward her that there was a small laundry room where she could put her clothes in the dryer across the hall. Selena did just that and returned to the kitchen.
“Thank you again, so much, for helping me out. I would have probably frozen my stupid hiney off out there trying to walk home. I don’t know what I was thinking,” she said, a bit embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad to help,” he replied. She watched as he threw a couple of steaks on a small indoor grill and sautéed the vegetables he had
been slicing in a large skillet on the stove. It smelled wonderful and she realized that she was very hungry. It didn’t take long to prepare and he tossed a healthy portion of the vegetables and a steak on each of the two plates he pulled from the cupboard.
“Grab a plate. We will eat in the living room by the fire,” he told her. He set up two tray tables by the couch and sat his plate on one, motioning her toward the other while he retrieved two bottles of water and two clean glasses from the kitchen.
He turned on the flat screen TV in one corner and they began to watch an older movie. Neither of them spoke until he said, “Oh, this is my favorite part of this movie, when he reads an excerpt from a Neruda sonnet.”
“Lovely,” he said. Then, as if to discourage further discussion, he gathered up his empty plate and went to the kitchen with it. She heard his voice call to her from the adjoining room. “Selena, how old are you?” he asked. The question threw Selena off a little, but she answered him.
“Ah, nineteen. I remember those days. I’m going to have a little wine after dinner. Would you like some? You have to promise not to turn me in for contributing to your delinquency,” he laughed.
“Oh, that would be fantastic. I won’t tell anyone,” she replied. She finished her food and carried her plate to where he was uncorking a fresh bottle of pinot grigio in the kitchen. He had already cleared off the dishes to the dishwasher and he added hers before handing her the wine and leading her back to the living room.
“Would you like to hear some more Neruda?” he asked. Selena didn’t really care much for poetry, but she was pretty sure she could stand to listen to him read the stock reports to her. She listened as he read to her from a small book of poetry. The words were the most beautiful she had ever heard and she found herself drawn to him, to his words, to those wonderful lips.
She knew that she couldn’t, shouldn’t. He was off limits to students and they were off limits to him. They were here alone. Who else would know? Still, she resisted her urges. She realized that he could reject her and then she would just be stuck here with him, feeling awkward.
Even though she knew she couldn’t touch him, she leaned in close as he read to her. There was nothing wrong with this. She was merely listening to him read. She realized that she was close enough to smell his cologne. It was an earthy scent that teased her nose and, in turn, her body.
She suddenly realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. They were wet and she had put them into the dryer with her other things. She realized that she, too, was getting wet and that it was going to wear off on the pants she would be returning to him. He would know she had been aroused by him.
She was lost in her thoughts as he stopped reading and turned toward her, “What are you thinking?” he asked.
She jumped back a little, startled. “Um, nothing. I was just listening. It’s a beautiful poem,” she half stammered. Damnit. Way to keep cool, Selena. He’s going to think you are just another silly little school girl giggling over him.
Instead, he leaned forward. He looked into her eyes as if he knew exactly what she was thinking and then he did something she had not expected. He kissed her. His kiss was hungry, passionate. She wondered if the poetry did that to him, if it was her presence or perhaps, a combination of the two. She didn’t resist.
As if he realized what he was doing was not appropriate, he pulled away. “I…I’m…sorry. I’m a teacher. I can’t um, I’m sorry,” he said. Selena didn’t respond. Now that she knew he wanted her too, she wasn’t going to let him back away from what they both wanted. She moved back toward him and kissed him again. He pushed her back.
“NO!” he barked. “We cannot do this,” he said, getting up off the couch and making his way toward the fire to stoke the dying embers. Those weren’t the only embers being stoked around here, Selena thought to herself.
She didn’t want to compromise his position as an instructor, but he was so hot and she wanted to know what it would feel like to be with someone older and more experienced. She could see him trying to work it out with himself by the fireplace.
She stood up and began to unbutton the flannel shirt he had given her to wear. He looked up at her, watching for a moment before telling her to stop.
“Don’t…” he said.
She could tell he was torn. He didn’t mean it. She continued to unbutton the shirt, letting it fall open so that he had a clear view of her full, firm breasts. She continued to look him in the eye as she brought her hands up, cupping them as if in offering, and then pulling them forward to pinch her nipples so that were hard.
“I’m warning you, Selena. You are going to get way more than you bargained for if you want this. I’m not as romantic as my reading habits would lead you to believe. I’m not some love-struck little boy. I have very particular tastes,” he said.
Selena ignored his comments, not entirely sure what they meant, but kind of liking the sound of them. She removed the shirt from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She knew that she would be hard to resist. She was one of the best looking girls on campus.
Her long blonde hair was thick and hung halfway down her back. Her big bedroom blue eyes were the subject of many a male fantasy and her body was nearly perfect, with full round breasts, a slender waist and long athletic legs topped by a lovely heart shaped bottom.
She heard him draw in his breath as he laid the poker in his hand to one side and walked toward her. Only inches from her face, he looked down into her eyes. “Are you sure you can handle this? I can do things to you that you’ve never even dreamed of, but only if you want it. And it has to stay between me and you. Can I trust you not to go tell all the details to your little girlfriends?” he said.
Selena was suddenly unsure about what was happening here, but she was far too stubborn to just back down. “I can take anything you want to dish out, my dear professor,” she replied.
It was all he needed to hear. She suddenly found herself being tossed over his shoulder and carted off to the bedroom. He tossed her across the bed and pulled the stretch pants he had loaned her from her body. “You have an amazing body. I’m going to enjoy this immensely,” he told her.
Selena watched as he removed his clothes. His body underneath was just as she had imagined it. He was lean and muscular. What she hadn’t imagined was the size of his equipment. He was very well hung. She wasn’t sure all of that was even going to fit, but she was sure willing to try it. She waited for him to climb on top of her, but he walked over to a nearby chair and sat in it, instead.
“I want to watch you play with yourself,” he told her. “Can you do that for me?”
Selena had never touched herself in front of someone, but she didn’t want to seem like a timid little girl. She closed her eyes, pretending she was alone and began to run her hand down her stomach toward her cleanly shaven pussy.
“No. Look at me. I want your eyes on me while you touch yourself,” he told her.
Selena did as she was told. She watched his face as she began to slowly tease her clit with two fingers, lightly toying with it for his pleasure. Though this was strange to her, she found that it was somehow very arousing to touch herself with someone watching her so intently.
She began to get more into it, sliding her fingers inside her soaked hole and finger fucking herself to frenzy. She forgot all about anyone else being there as she found herself on the verge of orgasm. As her hips bucked forward in response to her own touch, she could feel the beginning of an explosion about to take place.
“STOP,” he barked and she was suddenly jolted from her own little world of self-pleasure. “I don’t want you to come, not yet,” he said. Selena lay sprawled across the bed, her knees bent with her legs wide open and her fingers still resting just on the outside of her flushed pussy lips. Her clit was throbbing, protesting its sudden abandonment.
“Bring your fingers to your mouth and lick them clean and then come over here,” he told her. Selena did as she was told. It was the first time she had
ever tasted her own juices and she was surprised to find that it was creamy and a little sweet. She got up from the bed and walked slowly to the chair in which he sat.
“Lay across my legs. I have something for you,” he told her. Selena got down on her knees on the rug that lay in front of his chair and draped her body across his knees. He pulled her forward and began softly rubbing her ass checks with his hand. It felt wonderful and Selena closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy it. The enjoyment was cut short when she felt a sharp slap across her tender behind. She jumped up.
“What the fuck?!” she exclaimed.
“I told you that you were getting into more than you bargained for with me. Do you want to continue?” he said. Selena looked at him and took a deep breath. He was beautiful. So, he liked a little spanking action. Okay, she could deal with that. It had just caught her off guard.
“Yes, I do,” she said. She reassumed her position across his lap. Her body jolted forward across his legs as he repeatedly brought his large hands down on her backside. She was sure that he was leaving big red handprints back there, but she suspected that he had intended to do just that. There was something about the sting he left behind that she found arousing.
He returned to running his hands across her backside. Presumably, admiring his work. Selena could feel the sting of every single handprint he had left on her young skin. Then he was pushing her off his lap as he rose from the chair. She leaned back on her knees as he stood and turned toward her.
She expected that he wanted her to suck his cock since he had her down on her knees, but instead he reached down and helped her to her feet. She could see that he was fully aroused. His huge erection stood out from his body at a slight angle to the left. He suddenly picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist before pushing her against a nearby wall and lifting her up.
Selena let out a loud gasp as he quickly impaled her with his huge erection. It did fit, every last inch of it, but it hurt like hell at first. He showed no mercy as he fucked her, her body pushed against the wall as he slammed into her over and over, grinding his hips so that it felt like he was going to pierce an organ. The louder she cried out, the harder he fucked her. She felt like he was ripping her apart.