Warm Storm

I am a professor at a small, private university in the South. I teach the physical sciences, including a course on weather and climate. For that reason, and because my last name is Skye, my colleague long ago gave me the nickname “Stormy.” Stormy Skye. I don’t mind.   I am in my 30s, divorced, and always horny. I masturbated daily as a teen and even throughout my marriage. The married sex was never enough, so I masturbated. As a college professor, I am surrounded daily by beautiful young women, but I know I would jeopardize my job if I succumbed to lust for those women on campus and in my classes. So I keep a wall up, noticing that some flirt with me but I am careful not to respond. And I masturbate, sometimes fantasizing about them.   One beautiful, warm, Spring afternoon I was working in my campus office. My office hours were over, so I closed my door and began to do some work at my computer. My desk faces the office door, my computer is to my right, and my office window is to my right when I am working at the computer. I worked a while but was drawn to look out the window at the beautiful day and the campus quad, filled with students sunning and talking and doing homework. I have a second-story office so a pretty expansive view of the quad and noticed some very attractive women in warm-weather clothing on the quad.    I have been an avid reader of SoloTouch (ST) stories over the years, and the sight of those beautiful young women in various states of undress was making me horny, so I opened ST, put in my username and password, and began reading stories. I found an especially hot story and unconsciously began touching myself as I read. My penis was responding to the story and I was giving it a good squeeze as I read. I undid my belt, loosened my pants, reached into my boxers and release my penis and balls. I was already at half staff. I had masturbated a few times in my office, just like this, but I was not sure how far I would take it this session.   Suddenly a knock on my office door. I froze. “Professor Skye, it’s April from your meteorology class. I know your office hours are over but I really need to talk with you.” April was an extremely striking woman, probably 19 or 20, with a very fit, athletic body—she played lacrosse, I knew. I still did not answer.   “Professor Skye, please. It’s important.” I gave in. I quickly tucked my penis and balls back inside my boxers and zipped up my fly but did not rebuckle my belt.   “Come on in, April,” I said.   She opened the door and was dressed for the weather—a gauzy top with bare midriff and short shorts. Her lacrosse-conditioned legs were muscled and beautiful. Her blonde hair tied back I a pony tail.   “I’m sorry to bother you, but I really need to talk.” She began to close the door. “Please leave the door open,” I said; sometimes male teachers get in deep trouble counseling female students behind closed doors. She gave me a funny look and left the door half open. She sat at the chair opposite my desk. I glanced over at my computer screen and, to my horror, I saw that I had left the ST story on my screen. No nude pictures were on the screen because the story was long and I had scrolled down, but the “solotouch.com” was still in the search window.   “What’s that?” she asked, looking at my screen. “Oh,” said that’s just a site where scientists post early drafts of their scientific articles for colleagues to read and comment on.” She tilted her head and smiled. “With all due respect, Professor Skye, I know what SoloTouch is. It’s not a scientific paper site, it’s a masturbation story site. I have read stories there for a few years. I know men masturbate and women masturbate too, you know.” By then I was blushing ; I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Our eyes met again.   I tried to change the subject. “What did you need to talk about, April?” The sooner I could get her to leave the better. Her beautiful body and scant clothing were keeping my penis half- swollen as we talked. “Well,” she said, “I wanted to ask about a class assignment, but now that I know you read SoloTouch stories I actually have a different question.” Wisdom suggested that I should have sent her out of my office at that moment, but the hormones were flowing. “April, please close the door if this is a more private conversation. She got up and walked over to the door—her shapely butt and thighs only added to my rising lust. She locked the door without my asking and returned to the chair.   “See, Professor Skye, I have been trying to please my boyfriend by giving him handjobs—you know him, Aaron from our class.” Another well-built athlete. “I am not ready to have sex with him. We’ve been dating only two months and it seems a too soon. We when we kiss and touch I can tell he really wants to have sex, so I told him I would give him a handjob instead.” She paused to gauge my reaction. I tried to have a straight face but my penis was getting straight too, pressing insistently against my pants.   “How can I help, April?”  She looked earnest. “Professor Skye, I am terrible at giving handjobs. Aaron does not seem to enjoy them and halfway through he pushes away my hand and strokes himself a few times until he cums.  Now that I know you read SoloTouch,  I thought maybe you could tell me how a man likes to be touched by a hand.” She had a serious, concerned look on her face.   “Well, April, you know there are lots of nerve endings in the penis ….”  I began, but she stopped me. “No, Professor Skye, don’t tell me. Show me. Tutor me. Teach me how to make Aaron like my handjobs so much he won’t keep pressuring me for sex.”   This was the moment of truth. With my job on the line and my penis doing the thinking for me, I said “OK, let’s move to the sofa.” I stood up, clearly tenting in my pants, came around the desk, and joined her on the sofa I had against the wall. She smiled and we sat down beside each other. “Show me,” she said. “Please take down your pants and show me how a man likes to be touched, masturbated.” I raised my butt off the sofa and in one quick move slid my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My penis is a little over six inches, sort of thick and I have large balls. My penis was sticking out straight from my lap.   “Show me how you have been doing it, April.” She had turned halfway to face me and reached her right hand to grasp my penis. Her grip was firm. By now I was fully hard. “Not that firmly, April,” I said. “You’re not grabbing a lacrosse stick.” She giggled and loosened her grip, but she started rapid pumping of her hand. I put my hand on hers to stop her. She really was bad at handjobs. “Not so fast and furious, April. Let me give you an anatomy lesson about the penis.” She released her grip and I began holding my erect penis with my left hand and use my right to point out what I wanted her to notice. “A good handjob does not neglect the balls.” I cupped mine with my hand, moving them around in the sac. “Most men enjoy having their balls played with, and you can play with them with one hand while you stroke the penis with the other. And while your hand is down there you can press a few fingers against this area between the balls and anus. It’s called the taint and pressing there massages the prostate from the outside. That feels real good to men.” She was concentrating on the lesson. “The shaft of the penis has lots of nerve endings, too, but pay special attention to the urethra, the tube visible on the underside of the penis. And this is the head or corona. It has the most nerve endings and can be very sensitive. Do you know what this is?” I tugged on my frenulum. “Aaron has one,” she said,  “but I just figured it is part of his foreskin. That’s how your penis and his are different, you don’t have a foreskin.” I smiled. “True,” I said. “The frenulum—that’s what it’s called—is the orgasm trigger for both cut and uncut men. You can tug on it like this, roll it between your fingertips, even rub it firmly in small circles with just the pad of one finger.” I showed her. A bead of precum had formed on the tip of my penis.   “Now show me what you have learned, April,” and with that I leaned back and let her show me. She cupped my balls with her right hand while she began stroking my penis, taking it slow. “The precum is slippery, April, so if Aaron makes a lot you can rub it around the head.” She tried that. She then reached down to press on my taint; my penis twitched. “Yes, nice and firm press.” I moaned a little as she did that. She smiled.  The strokes sped up a little and my penis was crazy hard, the head getting very red. My balls started to retract close to my body. “Did I do that?” she asked, concern in the voice that she had done something wrong and hurt me. “No, “ I said, my breathing heavy and rapid, “sometimes a man’s balls retract like that when he is close to orgasm.” My mind was racing; should I cum? She seemed relieved and quickened the stroke even more. “Wait,” she said, and she released me momentarily to remove her top, pressing her left breast against my right arm as she resumed the handjob. “You are so beautiful, April,” I said, breathing so heavily now. She stopped stroking and held my back at the base with her left hand as she began rubbing and tugging on my frenulum. She rolled my frenulum, between her thumb and finger and tugged again. I let out an involuntary groan. I was getting close. She could read my mind. “I want you to cum, Professor Skye, I want you to show me that this was a good handjob.” I did not answer but my thrusting hips told her to go on. And then I exploded, a fountain of cum spurting a good five inches straight in the air and landing back on my penis and her hand and my pubic hair. She squealed a bit and laughed. She released my penis and sat back herself as I tried to get me breathing back to normal. “So what grade did I get for that handjob?” she asked. I smiled. “Definitely an A.” We both smiled. I had some cleaning up to do. “Now go show Aaron what you have learned.” She made a face. “But what if he asks me how I got so good at handjobs all of a sudden? He’ll think I am cheating on him.”   I smiled. “Tell him you learned it on SoloTouch.”