Being a bartender who works at a watering hole mere blocks from a major university in a big city means I meet my fair share of interesting students and earnest academics. But last semester, I had a short-lived fling with a visiting professor, who imparted plenty of carnal knowledge before he took his leave.

Leonard was in town only for three months. He was finishing a research project, he told me. But I didn’t care a whit about his academic work. I was more interested in how he’d bend me over the bar after hours and screw me silly.

I was attracted to his stereotypical English lit professor look. I’m a sucker for wiry young guys with crooked smiles and leather patches stitched to the elbows of their tweed jacket sleeves.

At first glance, you might think Leonard’s a soft weakling, but you’d have a different opinion after seeing him railing me from behind. For a guy who looked like he didn’t lift anything heavier than a hardcover book, he sure was an acrobat during sex. Lifting me up and fucking me against the wall was nothing. This guy would spin me into a handstand, drape my legs over his shoulders and make a meal out of my pussy without breaking a sweat.

During our affair, it was difficult for me to wait for the last patron to leave the bar at closing time, so we could get our freak on.

One night, we thought we were alone. Leonard already had my pants down around my ankles and was tonguing my pussy behind the bar, when a drunken straggler unexpectedly emerged from the bathroom.

Fortunately, both Leonard and my bare ass were hidden from view. The customer definitely couldn’t see what was happening below my waist as he stopped to chitchat with me.

Leonard, the devil, didn’t pause for a second — not even when he knew there was another man in the room. He and I happened to be standing directly next to the ice chest, and Leonard grabbed himself a cube.

It took everything in me not to gasp when he skated the piece of ice along my gash. He moved the dripping sliver along my slit and all the way up to my clit, chilling my skin and making me ache for the heat his mouth could provide. After what felt like an eternity, he moved the cube off my clit only to pop the remaining bit of ice inside my pussy.

Somehow, I managed to keep it together until the tipsy customer stumbled out the door. Of course, I couldn’t very well jump out from behind the bar to lock up when I had a horny man busying himself between my legs.

“Sorry about that,” Leonard murmured against pussy before he lapped up the liquid seeping from my snatch. Seconds later, he jammed two chilly fingers inside me, but they were quickly warmed by my molten pussy.

I was bent over the bar with my arms stretched out in front of me and my ass rhythmically rocking as Leonard finger-fucked me and nuzzled my ass. As I sighed and moaned, he wriggled his tongue between my plush cheeks and briefly teased my rear hole.

But Leonard didn’t let me get too comfortable. He spun me around, so my back rested against the bar, and closed his lips over my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

Leonard could toss my salad like a boss, but once his mouth was on my clit, there was no turning back for me. He’d do this thing where he tapped out an irresistible beat with his tongue. It was a mind-bending pattern of short and fast jabs that he’d repeat until I reached my peak. A few minutes of that never failed to make me crazy with lust — and that night was no exception.

Leonard delivered a tongue-lashing that damn near reduced me to a puddle on the floor. It was the first time I’d let him toy with me when I knew there was a chance someone could wander in. But deep down, I liked the risk. There was something exciting about knowing that someone might catch us. Maybe they’d even ask to join in!

However, it was well past last call, and no one wandered through the unlocked door as Leonard jammed his cock inside me and fucked me like an animal. But the element of danger lingering in my mind made me come harder and faster than ever before.

Even better, Leonard had the stamina of a porn star, and after a brief break, we were at it again and continued fucking until the first signs of sunrise started to stream in through the front window.

The next night, Leonard upped the risk factor tenfold. After the final patron departed, he reached across the bar, tugged down my tank and sucked on my tits while my manager was just down the hall from where we stood.

“She’ll never know,” he whispered into my cleavage.

He turned his head from side to side, peppering my breasts with kisses.

“After she leaves, I’ll have you naked on top of the bar,” he promised.

Leonard drew my nipple into his mouth and circled the sensitive bud with his tongue. Around and around he went until the nub pebbled with excitement.

As his tongue buzz-sawed one nip, his fingers firmly tweaked the other, causing me to yelp so loudly that Cheryl called out to ask if I was all right.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I shouted back, desperate to prevent her from coming out to check on me.

We were so dangerously close to getting caught, but that didn’t stop me and Leonard from continuing to fool around. I arched my back, thrusting my breasts toward him and wordlessly urging him to continue.

Meanwhile, I kept one ear carefully tuned in to Cheryl. When the loud click of the stockroom door indicated her imminent arrival, I pulled my tank back up over my tits and ushered Leonard into a booth in a far corner of the bar.

By some miracle, Cheryl barely glanced at the seating area as she breezed through and said good night on her way out the door. She didn’t lock up because that was my job after I finished inventory and cashed out.

Little did she know, the only thing that would get done that evening was me. Leonard was back by my side the second he heard the door shut.

He’d sauntered behind the bar like he owned the place and started scanning the bottles.

“I think I fancy another drink.”

He grabbed a bottle of sparkling wine and sat it next to me on the bar, then he pulled his wallet from his back pocket, yanked out a $100 bill and slapped it down.

“So you don’t get any shit from Cheryl,” he said with a wink.

I reached behind him to grab two flutes, but he waved the glasses away.

“We won’t be needing those. Why are your clothes still on?”

He grabbed the hem of my tank top and curled his fingers into the fabric like he meant to tear it to shreds. But in the end, he whipped the shirt over my head instead.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. Tips are better when customers can see a little nip. Besides, I knew Leonard appreciated as few barriers between him and my body as possible.

That’s why I wasn’t wearing any panties either — a detail Leonard was thrilled to discover. He dipped as though he intended to eat my cunt, but he righted himself and declared, “I want your pussy to be wet when I first lick it.”

I opened my mouth to argue that my pussy already felt plenty damp, and it was ready for him to fuck. But take-charge Leonard scooped me into his arms without warning and placed me on the bar.

He propped me up so my knees were bent and my legs were open, then with a gentle tug on my ponytail, he urged me onto my back with my arms above my head.

“Perfect,” he said, as if talking to himself.

Satisfied with my new position, Leonard tapped a finger on my chin and then slowly dragged the digit down my neck, between my tits and over my belly. He didn’t stop until he reached my fuzz-covered mound, which he gave a quick kiss before standing and grabbing the sparkling wine bottle. Without a word, he tore into its foil seal and popped off its tiny wire cage.

“You do body shots in this fine establishment, right?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered.

“Wonderful,” he replied. “I think I’ll have one now.”

He tore the cork out of the bottle and allowed the overflowing foam to spill to the floor.

He held the bottle high above my neck and dribbled the chilled liquid over me, traveling the same path his finger had taken seconds before. The booze ran in rivulets down my torso and over my sex, tickling me as its bubbles burst against my skin.

A drop of wine beaded on one nipple. Leonard ducked down and flicked his tongue over my breast, lapping up the bubbly with a satisfied moan. He closed his lips around the bud and sucked it so hard that his cheeks grew hollow. After a little light nibbling, he released me — but not before grazing the sensitive nub with his teeth.

Next, he slurped the wine that had collected in my navel and lapped up the remaining residue that was clinging to my boobs. Then he showered my neck with tiny kisses and light flicks of his tongue. He grabbed the bottle and tilted another heavy pour over my body, watching closely as the wine splashed against my skin.

“So beautiful,” he said on a sigh.

Leonard dragged his lips over my torso, slurping up all the liquid he could. When he reached my belly button, he again sucked out the thimbleful of sparkling wine that had pooled there. I found myself wondering when my clit might expect similar treatment.

Fortunately, Leonard must’ve been a mind reader because my pussy was exactly where he next headed. He hopped up on the bar and got on all fours, then he dipped his head and feasted on my pussy. His tongue traced the lines where my hips meet my thighs. Then he licked the outer edges of my vulva, making sure to swipe away every last rivulet of wine he could before focusing on my slit. He darted his tongue between my folds and groaned, “Oh, yes. My God, you are delicious. I could just live here.”

After that, the only sound I heard from Leonard was a subtle hum of satisfaction. That was fine by me. When I was bartending, I could listen to Leonard talk for hours. I loved the way he carefully chose each word, expertly crafting every sentence like it was destined to be printed in the next great novel. But when we were fucking, I didn’t want to hear shit from the man unless he was telling me to bend over and take his cock.

As he ate me, his humming felt good — like the buzzing of my favorite vibe. That encounter was the best oral sex I’d experienced in my life — and I don’t say that lightly.

Some sparkling wine must have dribbled into my ass crack, too, because that’s where Leonard headed next. His tongue flitted between my cheeks and did a little wiggle against my asshole, and I shrieked, “Oh fuck!”

My hips hitched and lifted my ass off of the bar. Leonard took advantage of that to yank my cheeks apart and sneak in a quick rimjob.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I chanted.

Someone playing with my asshole always makes me hornier. I can’t explain it, and I can’t control my feelings. I just know that when someone massages my backdoor, my pussy demands loving, too. That’s just how I am.

Taking matters into my own hands — literally — I reached down and started to finger-fuck myself. I rocked the heel of my palm against my clit, while I pistoned a few of my digits into my pussy, effectively stimulating every erogenous zone below my waist.

The fingers on my free hand started to twitch, searching for something, anything to grasp. I cupped one breast and gave it a sharp squeeze, marveling at how fast a bit of pain could morph into immeasurable pleasure. A sharp twist of my own nipple had me howling with delight.

Pressure began to build deep in my pelvis. Every piece of my body felt impossibly tight and tense.

“Oh! Oh! Yes!” I cried, as my climax overwhelmed me. Pleasure flowed from my core, making me shiver. Leonard continued to diligently eat my asshole until I rode out every last spasm of my pleasure. The flicks of his tongue sparked the flames of my arousal, extending the length and intensity of my orgasm in a way I’d never before experienced.

Then, without missing a beat, Leonard moved his mouth back to my pussy as I panted in delighted exhaustion. He licked my slit thoroughly from one hole to the other. When he was done, he shimmied his tongue inside my pussy to make sure he’d savored every last drop of his new favorite cocktail.

By then, I was ready for more than Leonard’s mouth. It didn’t matter that I’d just had a mind-blowingly intense orgasm. I still wanted his dick, and I would have it.

When Leonard lifted his head to look at me, I reached forward, gripped his T-shirt by the shoulders and tugged it over his head.

“It’s my turn to take what I want,” I told him.

I maneuvered myself on the bar, getting on my knees and giving Leonard a little push, so he was the one on his back.

The tables had turned, and the notion thrilled me intensely.

Ready to claim my prize, I popped the button on Leonard’s jeans, pulled the zipper down and discovered he had also gone commando that day. His erect cock popped out of his pants, eagerly emerging to play.

“Now, that’s what I like to see. A tall, hard dick waiting just for me,” I mused.

I helped Leonard shimmy his jeans far enough down his thighs, so I could cup his balls while I sucked his dick. I still fully intended to ride him like a cowgirl, but first I needed to get his dick good and wet.

Let me just say that I’ve sucked a lot of dicks in my day. Short, skinny, long and fat, I’ve blown them all — and ridden them, too. But of all the dicks I’ve loved before, Leonard’s was my absolute favorite to suck, up to that point. With the perfect thickness and length, his member curved just a little bit, allowing me to easily take him deep down my throat.

While my mouth worked Leonard as if he were a melting ice pop, my fingers stroked his balls. The thin, hair-dusted skin felt like that of ripe apricots warmed by the hot summer sun. I tickled his sac, teasing him with gentle caresses as I methodically slid my lips up and down his formidable rod.

Despite having had only a short time together, I could still tell when Leonard was close to coming based on how hard he pulled my hair. When he yanked enough to make my scalp sting, I knew it was time to stop sucking and start fucking.

The bar was slippery with wine and our sweat, but I didn’t let that stop me. I straddled Leonard’s hips and took hold of his dick with my fist, carefully aiming its bell-shaped head at my center. As I descended, my drenched pussy swallowed him up in one smooth motion, and I groaned, “Oh fuck.”

Feeling so full and packed with cock was amazing.

I reached around my back and cradled Leonard’s balls in my palm again. Once we were both settled in, I rhythmically undulated my hips and slowly slid his dick in and out of my pussy.

When I angled myself just right, my clit swept against Leonard’s pelvis with every downward plunge. It was pure bliss. I closed my eyes, tossed my head back and rode that man with reckless abandon.

At one point, I swear I heard the front door’s chiming bells warning us that someone had entered, but no one disturbed us. That means if anyone had gotten an eyeful of us, they’d made a hasty retreat. But I didn’t give a fuck.  All that mattered at that moment was me and Leonard — and our insatiable need to get one another off.

I was close to climaxing, and Leonard definitely wasn’t far behind. The man couldn’t even form words. A series of totally unintelligible groans and grunts were all that fell from his lips — just the way I like it.

I continued to bounce on his boner, and when Leonard reached out and wriggled his thumb against my clit, he triggered my climactic explosion. My pussy rippled and twitched around his cock, rhythmically squeezing him in its vise-like grip until he fell over the edge with me.

Like most nights, we hadn’t bothered with a condom. I felt the rush of his release filling me up with jet after jet of cream. I rode that man’s spurting dick until I’d drained every last drop of pleasure from each of us.

That night was one of the last we spent together. But when you know your days and nights are numbered, you’re much more committed to making them count. I’ll miss the serious academic, who loved to give me multiple orgasms. But I’m confident there’s another one much like him out there somewhere. And when we meet, our love affair will be one for the books!