Archive-name: School/bedtime.txt
Archive-author: Shadowcat
Archive-title: Bedtime Story
It's your last class of the week and you are glad as hell cause its been a
bitch but there is one consolation your new prof. She is gorgeous and moves
and smells just as good. You have been having a hard time concentrating on
your class work all hour because you notice even through her heavy sweater
that her nipples are erect and you would swear that she isn't wearing a bra
underneath it , which raises and undying question in your mind (and else
where) if she is wearing any underwear at all. Just as you for the fourth
time in as many minutes wish that you could wrap your lips around her
aureole, you hear her say that class is dismissed , but as you start to
stand she points a pencil at you and says that she needs to talk to
you. You restlessly wonder what could have gone wrong so early in
the semester as it is only the third week and this must be a new
record even for you. But patiently you wait till the rest of the
class has left then nervously you walk up to her desk. Her long
wavy red hair is draping down over her shoulder like a cloak
and it makes it that much harder for you to think of her as a
superior but you try. Then she looks up and you see her emerald
green eyes looking you swear right to your heart and you look
away hoping she can't read your mind. She reaches over oh so
gently places her hand under your chin and lifts it so that
you are forced to look into those most enchanting eyes. She
smiles and asks you what is wrong you weren't having any
problem looking at her in class and you realize that she
caught you staring at her and you turn a shade of red
that is definitely a new addition to the painters art.
She gives off a laugh that sounds more like a tinkling
of bells then a human utterance. She then tells you that
she doesn't mind and in fact is quite flattered she then
looks at your crotch and repeats quite flattered. once more
you make a new chromatic effect. She just smiles and asks
what you have planned for the night. You are slightly stunned
by her forwardness but answer that you had only planned to
possible go out drinking with the guys and then crashing.
She says that that sounds rather dull and asks if you wouldn't
rather come to her place for a drink , as she presses her ample
bosom against your arm. Not wanting to let the spell break you
ask where she lives and explain that you would like to get a shower
and change before you go over. She grins and says that the two of
you can stop over at your room for you to grab a change of clothes
and you can take a shower at her place. Not believing your luck you
agree and say that it might be a good idea for the two of you to meet
on neutral ground and suggest that she wait for you at the student union
and that you will meet her there in 10 minutes. She agrees and tells
you to make sure that you bring your black denims and gray flannel shirt
that you had been wearing last week. This definitely confirms that you
haven't been the only one looking seeing as those are your tightest jeans.
It takes you about 3 minutes to get to your dorm--a new school record;
another two to find your clothes then 4 to get to the union leaving you
a whole minute to rest. Just then she walks in looks around as if hunting for
someone she can't find ,gives you a nod then leaves. You give it a few
minutes for comfort then you get up and follow her out. She is sitting
waiting in her car. You get in and it smells like roses. You nervously
sit back and you're off. About a block away you hit a red light and she
bends over and kisses you dead on the lips. The shock slowly wears off
and you look at her--she seems to have a look as if this is an every
day occurrence. When you arrive at her apartment it is on the outskirts
of town and you are sure that no one will recognize you. You slowly
head up the stairs that lead to her flat watching her supple ass
all the way and you are almost positive she is wearing nothing
beneath. You reach the top of the stairs and she shows you where
you can take your shower. You shut the door behind you, breathe
a sigh of relief and get undressed. After a few minutes under
the hot water you hear what sounds like the door opening and
softly closing. Just then the shower door slides open and there
she stands completely unclothed from her soft red hair to her
two bare feet. You stand there in amazement as she asks
if she can join you. You blink twice and say sure, and she
slips in beside you then closes the door and picks up the
soap and begins to lather your chest. Just then the soap
slips from her hand and not missing a beat you pick it up
and begin rubbing it over her firm soft breasts, and
decide that they are far from a disappointment. You then
ease your way down to her stomach and lather it up. You
feel a hand on the back of yours and she slowly guides it
to the flame red bush at the apex of her thighs and you feel
her hot wet passage on your finger tips and you begin to
slowly rub till her clit emerges from its hood then you ever
so carefully make circular motions with you fingers just above
her panic button till she can take almost no more, and asks you
to stop. She then turns around to rinse her self off and you get
your first real glimpse of her firm raw ass. just as your mouth
begins to water she turns and takes the soap from your hand and
begins to once more wash your chest and stomach, then slowly moves
her way down till she is holding your erect cock in her hand and
gives you the most expert hand job in history. Just as you are about
to blow she stops and says that you had better rinse off and get
dressed for dinner then gets out of the shower and leaves the room.
You quickly hop out of the stall, dry your self off and get dressed.
When you get out of the bathroom She is standing there wearing the tightest
pair of slacks you have ever seen and they accentuate her muff well enough
so you are positive this time that she is wearing no underwear. She
informs you that dinner will be ready in a couple minutes and suggests that
the two of you go in the living room and have a drink while you wait. The
conversation over drinks is anything but sexual as she asks the standard
what are you going to do with your life shit that always goes on when
you don't know what else to say. Dinner also proves to be nice but far
from exciting till dessert when she walks over to the refrigerator and
takes out only a can of Redi-Whip and announces that she is dessert and
sets the can down on the table and undoes the zipper to her pants
(which you notice goes all the way from the front to the back).
She steps out of the jeans and sits down on the table in front of
you with one foot on each side of your chair and hands you the
whipped cream. You spray a little bit around the outside of her
quim then shoot some up inside and begin to run your tongue all
around making sure you get every last bit and almost bringing
her off but just stopping on the brink like she had done to you.
She is hot and ready and says that you aren't going to get away
that easy as she grabs your wrist and leads you into the bedroom
where she pushes you backwards onto the bed and yanks the
jeans right off your body and massages you cock till its hard
and ready, then eases her hot quim over your cock till you
can feel every inch inside her hot spasming cunt, and
she gives out a long low moan as you feel every muscle
grip and release through her orgasm. Then after what seems
like forever she looks down and grins and says that now
its your turn to go to heaven and slowly lowers her
warm soft lips around your cock and slides up and down
till you think your mind will leave you then she gives
one last deep throat and you blow your load deep down
her throat and the two of you lie there in the glow of
you passion , only to continue once more the next day--
but that is another story entirely.
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