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Baker on the stereo, and a very nice, white wine chilled. She was truly beautiful in the firelight. Her skin
was radiant, her eyes clear, her lips full and moist. We sat together on the sofa, tasted the wine, and
began talking. After I refilled her glass, I placed my arm on her shoulders and she leaned into me. She
was still tense, but seemed
determined to be cooperative. We talked about her small home town, and the one boyfriend she had
gone steady with in high school - he went to a large private college on the opposite coast, joined a Frat,
and wasn't calling very often. I was gentle, and a good listener. Soon, she was lying on the sofa, with her
head on my lap, and I was gently stroking her cheek and hair. I could feel her relax little by little, sipping
wine (we were now sharing one glass), and talking. I put the wine down and placed my hand at her
waist. I moved it up, under her bulky sweater, until I felt her warm, smooth skin above the waist of her
jeans. She tensed as my hand rose along her bare tummy, and halted at her bra. "I'm a little scared and a
lot nervous, Professor." "I am, too, Bridget. But I won't deny that I'm enjoying this very much." She
smiled a weak smile, "Me, too. More than I hoped." I lifted the sweater up and she helped me remove it
over her head and arms. Her bra had a front clasp and I opened it and lifted the soft cups off her burning
flesh. Her breasts were magnificent. Even lying on her back, they thrust up, firm and proud. Her skin was
wonderful - smooth, warm and white. Her nipples and areolae were small and round and centered, with
just a hint of hardening. She was blushing under my inspection. She let a tiny moan escape her lips as I
brushed my fingers lightly over her nipples. They hardened and looked like two pencil erasers. I caressed
all of her breasts with my hands, pressing, gently squeezing. Her breathing became rapid as I slowly
lowered my face down to her nipple, and she moaned loudly as I sucked it into my mouth, between my
teeth. She tasted clean and dry. I shifted out from under her and knelt beside the sofa. She closed her
eyes and turned her head into the pillow as I opened her jeans and slid them and her panties down and
off her hips and legs. Naked, Bridget's body was even more spectacular than I had imagined - it was
flawless. I knew I was truly going to enjoy the rest of the school year! I returned my attentions to her
breasts, licking and sucking on one nipple, while caressing the other breast with my hand. My other
hand slowly traced its way over her flat tummy, her navel, until, finally, it entered her curly pubic hairs.
She groaned as I softly pushed a finger into her already-wet slit. Her legs relaxed and she allowed my
hand to part her thighs. I found her clit and her hips immediately began a subtle humping against my
touch. A second finger joined the first, gently squeezing her hard, slippery clit between them. She
tensed - and then in one strong release, she came. Her toes curled, her thighs locked tight on my hand,
she tried to pull her breasts away from my caresses as she cried out into the pillows. Slowly, so slowly,
the wave receded and her body settled loosely into the sofa cushions. I was hard and excited and I
wanted her. I stripped off my shirt and dropped my pants and underwear. I stood beside the sofa and
brought Bridget's hand to my cock. She jerked it away, as though burned, and pushed her face deeper
into the pillows. I understood. Her legs offered no resistance as I crawled between them and licked my
tongue into her still-wet pussy. I heard her gasp as I found her clit and buried my tongue deep inside of
her. Her legs spread wider, until I felt them settle on my shoulders, and her hips pumped onto my
mouth. When I could tell she was again nearing orgasm, I lifted myself over her body and paused.
"Should I wear protection, Bridget?" Her head made a tiny nod and I opened the condom and quickly
slipped it on. I resumed my position, with my cockhead resting at her cuntlips. Almost immediately, her
hips thrust up off the sofa to take my cock into her, and I cooperated by thrusting my hips down into
hers. As I buried my cock to the hilt up her hot, tight pussy, her head snapped out of the pillows, and her
eyes opened and looked at me. And then, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my
waist, and we fucked. Later,
when the wine was gone and the fire was just a red glow, we dressed. With her clothes back on, Bridget
was again the shy freshman, no longer the lusty little wench that had just fucked me dry - twice. "What
should I do now, Professor? Do I keep coming back? I'm new at this." I held her hand, "I'm new at this,
too, Bridget. I don't know what happens, now. I'm really quite embarrassed that this happened at all.
But, I want you to know, Dear, that I am NOT sorry that it happened. These last several hours were the
most exciting of my life. I really don't want to think, right now, that what we just enjoyed was based on
some tawdry barter for a grade. I just don't want to think about tonight like that. It was too special for
me." Bridget smiled and nuzzled her face into my neck. "Me, too! I was so scared and nervous about
tonight that I can't believe I'm feeling so wonderful, right now. If it would be alright with you, I think I [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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