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Mrs Robinson In Penny Loafers

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: frankietrotters Posted on: 13 Mar 2005 2 comments
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In the early sixties, I was in my last year of prep school, and in the spring of that year, I had a senior thesis to write. With much deliberation, I chose the subject matter and went to the school library for my research. The assistant librarian came to my aid the first afternoon of card cataloging. She was new to the school and arrived after her husband's sudden death. He had been a major trustee of the school, and she was familiar with the school's culture. I noticed her right away, and there was an instant mutual attraction. She seemed to be an ''older woman'' in her early forties, but had a beautiful face, girlish figure, and a distinctive womanly scent. Her hair pulled up, she dressed like a college girl with a beige sweater and tartan skirt. And for me, the most alluring feature were her brown penny loafers. They were the soft leather Oldmaine Trotters, the subject of an ardent personal fetish. She approached and stood next to me while we shuffled through the Dewey decimal system. I could not take my eyes off her loafers, and her breast rubbed my arm as she reached across to open another card file. I felt my libido accelerating. I had experienced sexual episodes before but only with girls my own age. She overwhelmed me with her womanly presence and arousing odor. Then, she took her foot out of loafer and carelessly crushed it while making another suggestion about the project. My knees weakened, and my cock grew stiff with excitement. She knew what she was doing and was enjoying the subtle torture of her femininity. Suddenly, she pulled away and stood straight while stretching and thrusting her breasts forward. I could feel the precum oozing out of my cock and dribbling into the crotch of my underwear. '' I have to meet the librarian in a few minutes. Why don't you come back over the weekend ? I'll be here both days and I'd love to give more help.", she offered as she put on a sport jacket and left the room. For the next two days, I had intense feelings of sexual excitement mixed with apprehension. They led to passionate masturbation fed by fantasies of cumming on her loafers and breasts. However, fear and guilt prevailed because of the strict boarding school structure and sexual feelings towards a woman who could have been my chronological mother. Saturday afternoon arrived, and with trepidation, I headed to the library. Secure with the confidence of one of the school's leading athletes, I hoped I could be the sexual match for any woman. I entered the main library room, and she was there at her desk. My heart leaped when she saw me. She greeted me very professionally, and for a moment, I wondered if she too had misgivings about her feelings. But, I knew she liked me. We got right to work, and her body proximity was just as close as before. Her smell was the same, but on this day, she wearing an open shirt and grey flannel pants. Once again, her shoes were the very erotic penny loafers. This time, they were black, and the supple leather undulated with the movements of her toes and feet. I also could see a hint of cleavage beneath her blue oxford shirt. We worked together for about an hour. Then suddenly and without warning, she led me to a smaller office. Inside, she closed and locked the door. With impunity, she put a hand on my cock and pulled my head to her lips. " It's been a long time. ", she whispered. " Help me !'' I responded with an expression of audible concern. My whole life flashed in front of me. I was headed to an Ivy League school, and all I could think of was the calamity of being caught and the ruin of my hard earned record. But, her sexual strength was too much. I relented without a whimper. I kissed '' Mrs Robinson ", and it was the most exciting kiss of my young life. She unzipped my fly, and my cock leaped out. She kicked off her loafers and shed her flannels. Then, she pulled off her panties. The hairs around her pussy glistened with moisture. She sat up on the office desk and put me inside her. At first, she just moaned gently. Then an " Ooh! Ooh! ", followed by an " Arrgh! " and a firm command of "Fuck me ! Fuck meee ! " Being a well coached athlete, I answered with hard thrusts. She was delicious, and at one point I thought the head of my dick was going to hit her intestines. It was rough sex, and she orgasmed with a stifled scream and a shuddering twist. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I replied with my cum. It was a never ending garden hose of thick white fluid. My stiffened body shot gobs of cum in and around her pussy. It flowed down and along her thighs. At this point, I reached down and grabbed a loafer. My cock was still hard and covered with cum and pussy juice. I wiped it on the soft black leather of the loafer, and then with my hand inside the shoe, I pushed it into her cunt." I suspected you liked my loafers. I'll wear them for you always.", she grunted. Then, I rubbed the cum and her juice into the leather vamp. I repeated the same move with the other shoe. I put the damp and smelly loafers back on her feet, My cock stiffened again, and her flushed body was eager for more penetration. Suddenly, we heard student voices outside the office, and we quickly recovered and got dressed. After checking each other, we both grabbed a stack of books and opened the office door. Only I noticed a tiny bubble of cum squeeze out of her loafer as she passed the students. I was ready to go again, but alas, this was not going to happen that day. And what a day it was. It was the beginning of an affair that lasted until the night before graduation. More to come, No pun intended. ___________________[sig]frankietrotters[/sig]