“No, I got it,” he said and pushed her hand way towards her wallet. She smiled at him.
“Thanks a lot Chris; that means a lot. I got it next time.”
He tried not to be too excited. Next time? He put the credit card into the bill folder and within a few minutes they were on their way to the lake front. The beautiful day had evolved into a beautiful night.
They walked around the lake front, feeling the chill. He saw Ms. West shiver a little. He wanted to put his arm around her but knew it would be completely out of the question. She was just being a nice professor. They walked halfway around before she gestured for them to sit at a bench.
“So Chris, tell me if you left a girlfriend at home,” she said forwardly. Chris sharply turned her head towards her.
“Uh, no,” he said as if she were crazy.
She laughed.
“Sorry,” he said. “Definitely no girlfriend. Single, ready to mingle.”
Ms. West threw her head back in laughter. “Haven’t heard that one in ages”, she said. “It’s great.”
He laughed self consciously back. Woops, that just showed his nerd-dom right there. “How bout you,” he countered back. Women always wanted to talk about themselves.
“No, no boyfriend. Too busy with work and preparing for classes. It’s better that way. I like time to myself.”
As she said that her hand crept over to Chris’ knee. He looked at her, she smiled. He had no idea what to do next. The hand didn’t move. Just stayed on his knee. He willed his dick not to get hard, to stay where it was, just resting there. He kept thinking about it, resting, resting, resting, telling himself that over and over again as her hand crept up his knee a little higher.
“So,” she said. Her dark hair fell over her shoulder towards her face. Chris had no idea what was happening.
“Yeah,” he said. They both laughed. She put her hand up to his face.
“Chris, I just want to say that I think you’re one of the smartest students I’ve ever had in my class and I really look forward to getting to know you for the rest of the semester.” Chris nodded. He had no idea what to say back. His face was flaming red but thankfully she couldn’t see it beneath the lamp light a few feet away.
She pulled his head towards hers and put her lips against his. So much for his dick resting. It popped almost instanteously.
Her lips were smooth velvet against his. He had kissed before but nothing had felt like this. Her tongue flickered in his mouth and he flicked back. It was almost as smooth as her lips. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t just sit there, his hands hanging at his side. He put his hand softly behind her neck, his hand in her hair, held her face against his. Her kiss was tentative, questioning, but he kissed back eagerly so she knew this was exactly what he wanted. No question.
Her hand continued to creep up his leg, finally finding what it was looking for. She groaned in excitement after she felt him.
“Ooo, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” she said, smiling, her mouth still pressed to his.
Chris blushed again. What was he supposed to do? But he followed his instincts. As she continued to kiss him and fondled his dick over his pants, he tentatively placed a hand on her stomach, slowly sliding it up to her breasts. She pulled away.
“Like this,” she said, grabbing his hand and putting it right on her breast. “Squeeze my nipple like you never have,” she said. Chris’ heart was pounding. Holy fuck. And no, he hadn’t.
Ms. West reached a hand under his pants and undid his belt and zipper as she stared into his eyes, a look of seduction erasing all doubt he had. She pulled them down on the bench and quickly got on her knees on the concrete.
He closed his eyes the second his dick entered her mouth. The warmth, the softness. The complete and utter sensation…he couldn’t believe it. He was quiet, trying not to breathe too loud.
“I want to hear you,” she said, coming up for air.
He nodded, watching her now. Her hair was exactly as he had pictured it: a curtain of black hair around his dick as she bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around. He let out a moan. He couldn’t believe how close he was to cumming already.
“Hold it for me, Chris,” she said, sensing the same thing. Chris looked at her, eyes widened. What? How could he hold it?
Then he did something he didn’t know was in him. He reached down and stroked her tits and as she sucked on the head of cock. She sucked in and out and abruptly stood up. Chris cried out involuntarily.
“Don’t worry,” she said as she stripped of her pants and shirt. Chris watched as she mounted him and shoved his dick inside of her. She leaned back. All he could compare this to was having seen TV where girls ride those mechanical bulls.
He watched her arch her body back and forth, and pulled her towards him, putting a nipple into his mouth. She moaned.
“Oh ,Chris,” she said, her hand tangled in his hair. Her body quivered. Chris pumped up and down, letting her breast out of his mouth so he could enjoy the beauty of her body riding him.
He was going to blow. Any minute now. Ms. West let out a loud sigh, as if she had just had an orgasm. Did that mean it was okay for him to? Chris didn’t know. But he couldn’t wait. His dick was throbbing inside of her; his blood was rushing to its head. As Ms. West leaned back again, Chris stared at her perfect tits, the round dark nipples, as he exploded inside of her.
“Ms. West!” he shouted out as he came. She smiled down at him and quickly removed herself from his dick. He leaned back on the bench, tired, but almost ready for a second round.
“Wow,” he said. Ms. West put her pants on and pulled her shirt over her head.
“Thank you,” she said as she grabbed her purse. Chris wanted to yank her down. He wanted seconds; he wanted to taste her now!
“See you in class tomorrow,” she said. And he watched her walk away.
About Carly Katz
A teacher for elementary school students, Carly Katz stumbled upon erotica as a career path when she needed work to fill time during the hot summer months, and who would have thought her work would have been just as hot and steamy as a scorching heat wave in July? Reborn as Carly Katz, erotica writer extraordinaire, she is especially adept at crafting tales of submission and domination with Steam Books Erotica & Romance and other publishers.
Carly Katz also has a Masters degree in Urban Special Education, but we'll always remember her for her mastery in the erotic arts..
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HER OWN WORST ENEMY
by Stacey Allure
Oh lord, what am I doing?
There was a little tiny voice inside Myra’s head that was protesting as her lips sucked on Reggie’s own bottom lip, her hands draped over his shoulders as his own hands slid over her back and down to her booty.
> Training had ended a few hours early, as the instructor told them it might. Reggie had asked Myra if she wanted to spend the free afternoon with him for coffee, and their time together had gone by so smoothly and the attraction was so undeniable that it was no time at all that they slipped over to his apartment nearby, and they were all over each other almost as soon as the door closed behind them.
Girl, you ain’t right for this, you just met this man.
Reggie unbuttoned and slid off Myra’s shirt, and as she moved her hands back to undo her bra, he took the time to unbutton his own shirt and slip it off, his physique revealed as the shirt fell to the floor, his skin smooth and dark, his muscles defined, and his body all-around lovely.
Myra removed her bra and she was topless as well, the feeling of exposure in her breasts lasting only briefly as their bodies pressed against each other, their smooth, bare torsos sliding against each other in a manner that only made her more excited, and she tilted her head back as Reggie kissed—shit, more like sucked—her neck.
Myra, are you outside your damn mind?
Reggie’s face lowered from her neck to her chest, his lips making their way to her right breast along with his left hand, his right hand moving up to softly touch her left breast. Reggie’s tongue emerged from his lips and grazed her nipple, and she felt the wet tender muscle slide across the sensitive apex of her breast.
Myra’s breath started getting heavier as she let the enjoyment overcome her.
Reggie’s hands moved to her skirt, and her own hands moved along with his to pull her skirt down to the floor, and she was then only clad in her panties and her heels.
They made their way to the bed somehow--she was hardly conscious of their location in the apartment—and as she lay down Reggie slid her panties off, her entire body now lay exposed to him.
Reggie then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and slid them off—he had long since kicked off his shoes—and peeled off his boxer shorts, too, until he was as naked as she was. His long, hard dick was at attention, pointing upward but also pointing at her, as if it had a mind of its own and knew where she was and it had specifically grown to try to reach her.
Her pussy was sopping wet, its way of screaming in anticipation. She wanted that dick. Goddamn did she want that dick in her pussy.
You already have a man!
The tiny little voice was drowned out in ecstasy as Reggie’s hardness poked into her opening, and as he made his way in, and he started rhythmically pumping her into her and out of her in a lustful dance, the voice was silenced for good.
To be continued....
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