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Almira, Part II

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Part II of [url=http://whisperinglily.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=821\]My Story About Almira\[/url]Sorry for the delay, caused by a family emergency....Temptation visited the next day, when Almira arrived late at my office hours with some more questions. It was comforting that she was serious about the course and that she still felt she could come to me for help.After Almira finished asking her questions, she asked me if she could ask me something else. I just looked at her. "Did you find your present?" I really didn't know what to say, so I just smiled. "Did you like it?""Yes, Almira, I did like it," I said. Now she smiled, which put me at ease somehow. "I liked it a lot"."I'm so glad, Professor Koch.""I told you at dinner that you could call me 'Bill'," I reminded her."Yes, but I'd like to call you 'Professor Koch' right now," she replied.For some reason, it hadn't occurred to me that Almira had some big fantasy about teachers or professors or something along those lines, but that remark brought me to my senses. And it also convinced me of something I'd been trying not to hope: that I was the lucky guy who was going to make that fantasy come true. And somehow, through all of that, I had a quick moment of inspiration and responded myself, "That's fine, then, Ms Rossini." It was clearly the right thing to say. Her eyes were immediately ablaze, and a new kind of intensity seemed to fill the room."Did you sniff my panties, Professor Koch?" she breathed. I just nodded and felt my cock start to get really hard. "Did you like the way I smelled?""I did, Ms Rossini. You smelled very, very nice." She almost jumped with those words. "You smelled like a woman who had been dripping into her panties all night long.""I had been dripping all night long, Professor, knowing what I was going to do, and dreaming about what you were going to do." She leaned forward on her chair. "Dreaming about you sniffing my panties and rubbing your hard cock. Did my dream come true? Did it, Professor?""It did, Ms Rossini. It did.""And did you sniff my panties all the time you were playing with yourself? Did you sniff them while you came, Professor Koch?"I hesitated a moment, unsure whether I should tell Almira the truth or just keep following her story. For whatever reason, I decided to take a chance on the former."No, Ms Rossini, I wasn't." She looked crestfallen. But not for long. "I wrapped your panties around my cock so I could feel your juices on me. And then I rubbed my cock with them and when I came, I came into them.""Oh my God!" she blurted out, seemingly losing her composure. "That is so fucking hot!" Her hand dropped quickly, seemingly involuntarily, to her crotch, and she gave herself a quick squeeze before she seemed to realize what she was doing and pull it back away. She just sat there, looking at me, as if she were trying to figure out what to do now that she no longer controlled the situation in the way she had just a moment ago. I just squirmed a bit in my chair, trying to adjust myself without reaching down."Show me," she finally said. "I want to see you squirt in my panties.""They're a little crusty now, I'm afraid," I said, clearly not having a clue."Not those, silly." She laughed. "These." And with that, she reached up under her dress and pulled off a silver-gray pair of silk bikini panties, the same kind as the other two I'd been given. "They're good and wet for you." I just sat there, staring at her. She looked amazing. She was wearing a longish black dress with a somewhat narrow skirt and small buttons up the front to a high neck. The top was fitted tightly to her body, and her small breasts. It wasn't dressy, but it was definitely a cut above what she usually wore, and it highlighted her thin waist. She smiled, but I was still speechless and could only smile back."Please? Oh, please, Professor? Please show me." She was pleading, and I couldn't resist. I doubt I really had the willpower at that point anyway."OK, Al...I mean, Ms Rossini. I'll show you. But there's something you have to show me, too." She sort of shrugged, as if to say she was game. "I need to see your breasts for real, and not just down your shirt.""You liked that, did you?" she said mischievously, smiling a naughty grin and letting me know that she knew what effect she'd had on me. She reached up and cupped her tits with both her hands. "But are you sure you want to see these little things?""Quite sure, Ms Rossini.""OK. You can see them. But only after you get started."I started to get up, then thought I'd better say something. "Do you mind if I move over to the couch?" She was sitting, as usual, in the armchair, and the couch is right next to it, on the adjacent edge of a small coffee table. I wasn't sure if she would be comfortable at this stage with my being almost next to her."Is that where you usually do it?" she asked."I don't masturbate very often in the office, if that's what you mean." She nodded. "But when I do, yes, that's where I usually do it.""Great!" she said. "I want you to do it just like you usually do."I smiled, got up and walked over. Standing just a few feet in front of her, I undid my belt, loosened my pants, and slid them down to my thighs as I settled onto the couch. Almira let out a small moan as she saw the tent my slightly softened cock was making in my boxers. I started lightly to stroke my cock through them. I was starting to feel a little bit nervous and need some company. "Your tits," I said.Almira mouthed an "OK already" and slowly, slowly started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress, counting them as she went down. "One. Two." She pulled back the fabric to either side, revealing her incredibly smooth skin. "Three." I could see the straps of her bra on either side. "Four." And now the tops of the cups. "Five." And with that, she quickly sat forward, throwing her arms and shoulders back and let the top of the dress fall behind her, revealing a sliver-gray push-up bra that matched the panties that were sitting on the table between us."I'm surprised you're wearing a bra," I said. "You don't often seem to wear them.""It helps fill out the top of this dress," she said, laughing again. "I need a little help sometimes." I laughed now. It was nice that we were feeling so comfortable with one another. "Do you like it?""You look great." It was all I could think to say, but it brought another smile to her lips, and that was good enough. "Leave it on another minute or two." She just shrugged again. It was a movement that was quickly coming to seem characteristic of her.I picked up her panties off the table and rubbed them over my stomach a little bit, just feeling their smooth softness. I ran them over my cock, through my boxers, and heard Almira moan softly again. Her eyes were fixed on my hand. Looking at her face, I set her panties on my stomach, looped my fingers under the elastic, and deliberately pulled my boxers down over my cock. That brought out a slightly louder gasp. My cock was very, very hard.I picked up her panties in my hand again and started as if to wrap them around my cock. But Almira interrupted me. "Aren't you gong to sniff them?" I looked at her sheepishly, feeling kind of embarrassed. "Oh don't be so silly!" she scolded, and then jumped up off the chair, took her panties from my hand, and sat down next to me. She brought them up to my face, saying "Smell me, Professor. Sniff my panties like you did last night." Her voice was trembling, and so was I. I looked up at her as I inhaled her sweet scent. She looked down at my dick, which was now twitching with excitement. "You do like it!" she said with glee, and I just moaned as she held her panties up to her own face and sniffed. "I do smell good today, too." And with that, she handed her panties back to me, got back up, and returned to the armchair, sitting forward and looking at me intently.I brought her panties back up to my face and to get one more good whiff and then started to run them lightly over my cock, which jerked in response to the tickling stimulation. It was clear that I wasn't going to last long. Almira reached up and undid the clasp at the front of her bra, pulling the cups aside to reveal two amazing breasts, which were even more beautiful than I'd imagined. They were a nearly perfect pear-shape, with quarter-sized brown areolae and small nipples that were just slightly darker and, at the moment, very, very erect."Damn, you're gorgeous." I wasn't being terribly articulate, but it was again good enough for her. She laughed that same contented laugh."Now you get to work!" she said.I was happy to. I wrapped her panties around my cock, putting the crotch along the top side. My eyes were fixed on her tits. She brought her hands up to cup them again and squeezed them upwards. "You like these little titties, Professor?" I just moaned my reply and kept stroking, looking up to catch her eyes on mine before she lowered hers back to my cock.Suddenly, she slumped back in the armchair and reached down, grabbing the skirt of her dress and pulling it up around her waist. In a moment, her hand was all over her pussy which, at least today, was trimmed very close, with a small triangle above her vulva. "Rub my panties on your cock, Professor," she growled, her voice husky with arousal. "Do it. Fuck yeah. That's so hot." Wow.As if I needed anything more to turn me on. With my eyes darting from her left hand, squeezing her right tit and playing with her nipple, to her right hand, flying back and forth over her clit, to her face, I picked up my pace. Our eyes locked again, and we were both breathing hard, our faces twisted with the intensity of it all, when she said, "Come in my fucking panties, Professor." That did it, and a few moments later my hips rose up off the couch and I began to empty a huge load into the soft silk that encased my cock, spurt after spurt, losing myself in the pure joy of it, as my cum dripped down into my hair.I came down from my orgasm just in time to look over and see Almira's whole body go tense. And then she plunged the two middle fingers of her right hand just an inch or so into her pussy, pressing her palm down hard on her upper vulva, and then suddenly the tension was released, her ass fell back onto the armchair and her upper body jerked forward, as she cried out quietly, her hips jerking lustily forward with each contraction. She just held her hand over her pussy as she rode through it.We lay there a moment and then just looked at each other, smiling and catching our breath. Almira was the first to speak. "Well.""Yeah, well. Thanks for joining me," I managed."And thank you for showing me. I've always wanted to see a guy jerk himself off.""You've never seen a guy do that before?" I asked incredulously."Never.""Well, then I'm honored, but I should tell you it's not always like that, at least not for me.""Me either. That was one of my best ever.""Me, too. I made quite a mess here."She sat up and sort of slid off the chair to knell beside me. She leaned over and took her panties, which were still wrapped around my cock, in her hand, looking at me tenderly and starting gently to clean me up. "You certainly did make a mess!" she said, grabbing a handkerchief from her pocket to use as well. "But it's a very nice mess."When she was done, she jumped back into the chair, saying jokingly, "You don't mind if I take these back?""I don't think they're suitable for wearing right now," I replied. "But no, sure, you're going to run out otherwise."She laughed sweetly again. "Oh, I'm not going to wear them. Not now, not ever. I'm going to keep them, as a souvenir." Now I was the one laughing. "You think I'm a slut," she said, with a sudden air of concern."No, Almira, no. Certainly not. I was just laughing because that was what I was going to do myself.""Yeah, but you've already got two pair." She paused. "You do have two pair, don't you, Professor?" I was busted, but of course I knew she'd known all along. "Yes, two pair," I admitted."Well, that's good," she said, almost squealing in delight, adding with a heavy dose of obviously false relief, "At least I know where those missing panties went now."As she spoke, she was buttoning the last button of her dress. She took the panties, wrapped them the handkerchief, wrapped them between the cups of her bra, and put the whole bundle into the shoulder bag she was carrying today. As I finished reassembling myself, we just kind of looked at each other."Thanks," I said, standing up."Thank you, too," she said, standing with me and then kissing me on the cheek. And then she was on her way, turning as she opened the door to say, with a wink, "I'll see you next week, Professor."