I was picking up some items at the grocery store when I ran into a former professor of mine.

I’d last seen him on campus a year ago, right before I graduated. Just like old times, my heart skipped a beat and a rush of mad desire swept through me. He wasn’t just the most engaging teacher I’d ever had, he was also exceedingly attractive, with brown hair, a trim beard and the cutest smile.

Startled to see him at my side, I dropped the tomato I’d been holding, which nearly sent a number of its fellows tumbling onto the floor. My old prof saw my predicament and rushed to help me stop the cascade.

“Nice to see you, Jessica,” he said. Our hands touched as we both reached for one last wobbly fruit.

“Professor! I almost made spaghetti sauce all over your shoes.”

He laughed. “You can call me Jonathan now. How’ve you been?”

“Good.” I flashed him my sexiest, most flirtatious smile and told him how his class had helped me land an important internship. We talked a little more, and then he wished me well as he headed off to finish his shopping. I watched him go, knowing he would be invading my dreams all week. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I had been like one of those students who shamelessly mooned over Harrison Ford’s character in that movie, Raiders of the Lost Ark. I may not have written “love you” on my eyelids like one of those girls did, but I wanted to jump Mr. — I mean Jonathan — so bad, it’s a wonder I paid enough attention to pass the course. There’s no way he could have been oblivious to my attraction, but he managed to ignore it. Now he didn’t have to — and I saw the flicker of desire in his hazel eyes before he said good-bye and turned away.

Luck struck twice that day, because 15 minutes later, while still in the store, I encountered Jonathan in the liquor section. I was trying to decide on a wine to buy and had just made up my mind when a hand reached out and took that very bottle off the shelf. Somewhat irked, I turned to see who it was.

“We meet again,” said Johnathan, grinning. “Were you going for this one?”

My irritation vanished, replaced by that familiar thrum of desire. “Well, yes. But you can have it.”

“This is a very nice chianti. You have good taste.” He looked closely at the shelf. “Hmm, it’s the last one. You    take it.”

“No, you grabbed it first.”

“Really, I insist.”

“Look, how about this,” I declared. “I take the wine, but only if you let me share it with you at dinner tonight. My apartment, around seven?”

His eyebrows rose, but he barely hesitated. “You’re on.”

I put my address and number into his phone and said, “See you then.”

Just like that, my plans for the evening went from a solitary meal in front of the tube to an exciting, long-overdue date with the hottest professor I’d ever had. As soon as I got home I prepped a lasagna for two, then made myself dewy-fresh with a long, hot shower. Afterward, I slipped into a comfortable little dress and opened the wine.

He arrived at seven on the dot, looking wonderfully professorial in blue jeans, a tan dress shirt and jacket.

“You look beautiful,” he said, giving me a kiss and a bouquet of flowers. He allowed his eyes to roam over my figure for the first time since I’d known him — or maybe he just allowed me to catch him at it this time. Either way, his hungry gaze made me feel super sexy.

I had been imagining a scenario in which I invited Jonathan in, handed him a glass of wine and made a toast to new beginnings, or some such nonsense. Instead, I found myself impulsively taking his hand and yanking him across the threshold. My breath came quickly as I rushed into his arms. He kicked the door closed behind him, and we kissed passionately, like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in months. I was a whirling dervish in his embrace, feverishly planting kisses on his lips and face and neck while my hands roamed desperately over his hard, wiry body. I even wrapped one leg around his waist, the better to bump and grind myself against the bulge in the front of his pants. I felt the hem of my dress slide back along my raised thigh, exposing bare skin nearly all the way to my ass.

Jonathan was swept along in the fierce current of my desire. His mouth on mine conveyed his urgency, which had ramped up in parallel with mine. His hands were in my hair and on my back; then they moved down to grab my rear end. When his fingertips encountered the edge of my dress and touched smooth, naked flesh, he slid his hands under the hem to palm my bare cheeks. The discovery that I wasn’t wearing panties inflamed Jonathan’s passion.

Grabbing hold of my hips more assuredly, he hoisted me off the floor. I held on to him around the neck and shoulders, and since I’m only 5-foot-4 and 115 pounds, Jonathan had no trouble carrying me to the wall and sandwiching me against it. We knocked a picture askew, but that didn’t slow us down one bit. While I worked madly to get his shirt open, Jonathan was kissing my throat and squeezing my derriere. I moaned into his ear and tried to grind my aching cunt against the prominent swell of his erection. Only the denim of his jeans separated my pussy from what it needed so desperately.

Sensing my frustration, Jonathan carried me over to the couch. As soon as he put me down, he hastened to get out of his clothes. All I had to do was whip my dress up over my head, and I was nude. Jonathan ogled my creamy-white breasts and stiff pink nipples. His gaze slid south to my dark bush. I touched myself there and stared back, watching the object of my desire strip naked before me. Jonathan’s body was chiseled and lean, and I loved his masculine scent.

“I moaned in his ear and tried to grind my cunt against his erection.”

The moment his cock leapt free, I sat forward on the couch and took hold of that magnificent meat. It was long and weighty, and the network of veins running its length gave it character. Jonathan moaned as I took his cock into my mouth and lowered my lips most of the way toward the bristly base. Having him fill my mouth like that, well, it was the first of many fantasies that came true for me that night. I bobbed back and forth, hungrily slurping and sucking Jonathan’s manhood for all I was worth. I toyed with his balls at the same time, enjoying their heft in my palm. Jonathan rocked slightly on his heels and fed me his cock at the aggressive pace I desired. I alternated between swirling my tongue all over his sensitive crown and sliding my lips up and down the length of his shaft, until Jonathan could take no more. With both hands on my head, he arched his back and shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed again and again, drinking it all up. Only a tiny bit dribbled out of the corner of my mouth.

Jonathan was still breathing heavily as I lay back on the couch. He knelt on the floor and, finding my legs splayed in shameless invitation, wasted no time burying his face in my pussy. I ran my fingers through his hair while he fed the flames of my libido. The wet sounds of his lapping tongue mixed with my squeals of pleasure, which were growing higher-pitched by the second. He pressed his mouth to my outer lips and deftly searched out my clitoris. In a moment, I felt his lips close around my hot button, and then I lost myself in a swell of ecstatic sensation as he teased my sensitive bud without mercy.

“The sounds of his lapping tongue mixed with my squeals of pleasure.”

 “Oh fuck,” I exclaimed through gritted teeth, “you’re driving me crazy!” My hips lifted off the couch as I sought to mash my clit against Jonathan’s mouth. He slipped his hands beneath my ass and gave me what I needed, snapping his tongue with lightning-fast flicks across my swollen nub until I succumbed to a blissful climax. “Yes, yes, yes!” My cries filled my small apartment and were probably audible to all my neighbors, but I was beyond caring. Jonathan kept at it until my toe-curling moment finally subsided. Sitting up, I kissed his sloppy lips passionately and said, “That was so good.”

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. Sprawling on the bed, I welcomed Jonathan into my arms and we rolled together, our limbs entwined. After a minute he was atop me, his quivering cock nudging my pussy’s opening. With the slightest, most effortless motion, he entered my sopping channel and slid in to the hilt. I sighed with pleasure as he pumped into me, but as much as I like the missionary position, it would not satisfy the craving I had that night for harder, more boisterous sex. Rolling out from under him, I positioned myself on my hands and knees and shot him an imploring look over my shoulder.

“Fuck me from behind,” I said, my voice uncharacteristically low and strained with need. “Pound me. I’ve wanted this since the first day I walked into your classroom.”

He knelt close behind me, and with one hand took hold of my hip. “Well, we’re not in class anymore, and we’re both going to get exactly what we want,” he said, using his free hand to guide the head of his cock into my sex.

“Ahh,” I sighed as he entered me. “Yeah, that’s right.” I wiggled my rear end a little and pushed backward, taking him deeper. “Now do me, Jonathan. Do me hard and fast.”

His big dick was long and deliciously thick as it filled my pussy. Using both hands to grip my hips, Jonathan began sawing between my nether lips with gusto. He pitched back and forth on his knees and hammered me hard, just as I’d demanded. Each impact of his groin against my supple ass cheeks came with a resounding, fleshy smack. I could feel his ball sac flounce repeatedly against my vulva, strongly enough to send reverberations through my clit with every thrust. A shriek of joy issued from my throat and made Jonathan pound me even more frantically. Soon I felt the beginnings of another mind-boggling orgasm coalesce at the edge of my perception. I lowered my shoulders to the bed and rocked back sharply to meet Jonathan’s hard-pumping cock. He reached forward to coil my hair in his fist, adding a new dimension to our frenzied tryst. Nearly overcome with excitement, I reached under my belly to tweak my clit and caress his slick cock as it pistoned in and out of me. Suddenly, I could take no more. All of the sensations roiling me from the inside out coalesced into a single flash point of pleasure, and I came wildly, shrieking like a woman gone berserk. My cunt creamed all over Jonathan’s dick, which plumbed my depths for a half-dozen more thrusts before it began spurting hot come. He growled something unintelligible and rammed into me time and time again, holding my quaking body tightly against him until he was completely spent.

“I’m glad I ran into you at the grocery store,” Jonathan said as he stroked my ass and tried to catch his breath.

“I am, too.” I flopped onto my side and lay next to him. “But don’t think you’re out of my system, mister. Since you made me wait so long, we have a lot of catching up to do.”

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