In the Company of My Sexy Professor Pt. 2

My heart pounded. I couldn't believe what just happened as I walked back to my dorm. Was Prof Tate serious? Was I really invited to meet her at 7? At her house? I felt like I was being carried along by some other force as I walked up the stairs to my room. In a zombie-like trance, I got in the shower and washed up. I looked down at my watch. It was ten til 5. By habit, I began wanking my uncut penis at the thought of Prof Tate getting herself off. What did that sweet little body look like under those dress pants? I wonder what that pussy looks like? Was she full bush? Shaven? Trimmed? I really hoped she was only trimmed. I really found trimmed pubes to be a turn on. After a few minutes of stroking, I bucked against the shower wall and shot my load against the curtain. My purple head throbbed as it lowered slowly between my legs. I came to and made sure I washed thoroughly, especially around my boys. I go the body trimmer out and made sure things were tidy before stepping out of the shower. I lotioned up, threw on some cologne, and put on my best briefs that really showed off what I had. I was proud of my 6 inches.

A few hours later, still in that zombie trance, I found myself driving to Prof Tate's house. She hadn't told me here address, but I knew the general area and knew her car, so I looked for that silver Volvo once in the neighborhood. Half a dozen houses down, I spotted her car in the short driveway of a small townhouse. I pulled in, stunned I was doing this. Once I stepped up to the door, a note over the doorbell said, "Come into the living room." I grabbed the post-it, opened the door slowly and walked into the house. Closing the door, I heard some music coming from the back of the house. I shut the door, locking it as I looked around and walked into the kitchen. Following the music, I stepped through the doorway into the living room. Prof Tate was laying on the couch, here back towards me, her blonde hair tied into a single braid. I stopped dead in my tracks. This was absolutely not happening. Here I was, in Prof Tate's house, with a throbbing penis. 

Gazing at the figure in the dimly lit room, I could tell she at least had no shirt on. Her blonde braid rested gently against her back. "John?" She said, turning around to reveal the slight smile of a sexy, more mature woman that I had ever been with. Our eyes locked. "John, you wanted this, so you better come over here and own up to it." I staggered over around to the front of the couch. My stomach dropped. That pit of the stomach feeling that used to be so prominent and exciting during early sexual encounters. Prof Tate was sitting up with her legs stretched out to her right...completely naked. "I didn't figure there was any reason to start with a strip tease, John." You have a need and it's been far too long for me." I still hadn't uttered a word. Her figure was exactly what I expected, only better. Her beautiful, white breasts were perky B cups with slightly puffy nipples. He mid section was slim, but thick and realistic; not what you often saw online. Her hips and thighs nearly made me cum at the sigh of them. They had dimples here and there, signifying a real, woman. "John? John?!," Prof Tate called. I snapped out of my trance for a moment. "Yes?" I said. " I don't think your pants are going to last much longer with that hard an erection," she said seductively. "Especially not after we get started." Just then she raised her right thigh to reveal her sweet pussy. Just as I had hoped, she was partly trimmed. Here hair was almost a ginger color. Her lips stuck out a bit, looking loose and delicious. 

"Come on, John. You ordered this," she said. She motioned for me and I stepped toward the couch until she put her hair on my pants and began unbuttoned my jeans. "Let's see that little fellow that has been so lonely," she said as she pulled down my jeans. My penis was throbbing through my briefs. The feeling of her finger nails brushing against my legs as she lowered my jeans was again almost too much for me. She said in a pleasing tone, "Wow, John. That's a substantial package." "Shall we get to know each other better?" she said looking up at me. I nodded in response. Prof put both thumbs inside my waist band and pulled my briefs down. My penis sprung up and nearly slapped her nose.  "My goodness, John. That...that is about the sexiest uncut dick I have ever seen." she said gazing up at me. "You know what makes oral stimulation so good with an uncut man?" she asked. I nodded in response, still unable to mutter anything. "Let me show you," she said with here green eyes looking deeper than ever. With her left hand on my right leg she reached and gripped my penis with her right hand. Leaning forward, she stuck out her tongue until she found my head. In one sexy motion, she swirled her tongue underneath my foreskin, lapping her tongue around my head. My eyes rolled back in my head, unable to comprehend the pleasure and depth of what was happening. 

Closing her lips around my cock, she spit warm saliva against my head and enhanced my experience. She looked up, seeing my breathing deepen. This woman clearly knew what she was doing; this was not her first rodeo. Her tongue whipped around my cock faster and she began to thrust her head into my member. Looking for support, I reached for her sexy, blonde braid, which was now bouncing in motion with her expert work she was performing. With my left hand, I reached as far down as I could grab her left breast. After what seemed like only a few seconds, I began convulsing with that familiar feeling of orgasm, though I had never felt it this strong. She released my cock from her mouth and gasped, "Here." with little control, I shot thick ropes all over her neck and pronounced collar bones. I too gasped, looking for air wherever I could find it. 

Seeming to be unfazed by the warm load I had just shot on her, Prof Tate jumped and said quickly, "My turn. Let's see what you got now, John." She leaned back on her couch, spreading her legs wide and motioned with her finger. I could barely catch my breath after experiencing the best orgasm of my life. I very quickly regaining composure upon viewing that highly sought after pussy spread wide for me. I dove to my knees at the front of the couch and began licking sensually on her inner thighs. Prof Tate laid her head back and closed her eyes. I brushed her perfect pubic hair with my finger and traced down to her now engorged pussy lips. I was overwhelmed by the moist smell exuding from her mound. After teasing for just a moment, buried by tongue deep into her pussy, thrusting as deep as I could. Her slow moans at least told me I was getting somewhere. A few minutes later, I pulled my tongue from her vagina and closed my lips around her cherry-red clit. It one violent motion, we hit high gear, Prof Tate now moaning loudly with satisfaction. She nearly punched the back of my head as she forced my head deeper onto her clit. With a free hand, I pushed two finger into her and thrusted in conjunction with sucking her throbbing clit. This was the ticket, Prof Tate gasped silently before letting out one long scream before settling limp back into the couch. My hand fell from her vagina. My head turned sideways, resting against her inner thigh. 

We lay there catching our breath before she leaned forward, standing up, and motioning me to the bathroom. I gathered myself as best I could before enjoying a another sensual moment in the shower as she gently washed my cock. "Does that take care of the loneliness at least for now?" she asked. We returned to the couch and fell asleep. She woke me around 4 and said I needed to go. We enjoyed a few more evenings together before graduation. After that, I moved back to my home town. I still have her phone number and we occasionally text a few photos to each other. It's been nearly 5 years since that magical night. I think of it all the time and hope maybe we will see each other again. What a babe she was.