"You seem a little flustered, Joanna."
I could feel him standing there behind me, his lips grazing the top of my ear, his breath hot on my neck. All I wanted to do was let my body sink back against him, to let him know how badly I was aching for his touch between my legs. But we were in public, and I had never let Stephen see the effect he has on me...at least, not consciously.
Stephen is my professor – my graduate research advisor, to be exact. I've known him for several years now, and I've wanted him since the moment he walked into the classroom. He is a lot older than I am, probably twice my age in his mid-fifties, with a very imposing presence and a sort of mischievous smirk on his face most of the time. I always wonder what is behind that look when he flashes it in my direction. He has a dark, brooding sense of humor, which perfectly matches his dark eyes, and a lovely thick mane of gray hair that makes me want to touch it every time I see it. Throughout the years of working with Stephen, I have fantasized about him in all kinds of naughty contexts, and although he gives off a very sexual vibe, I try not to take it seriously. He is, after all, advising my research for graduate school. I would be a fool to act on the impulses I feel toward him.
But in that moment, in the corner of the little departmental reception we were holding for a visiting professor, I was having trouble acting at all. Stephen had just made a rather lewd joke about one of the girls in the department, a grad student like me, who had responded to him with a deep, self-conscious blush. He looked positively gleeful at the prospect of turning her cheek red, and I couldn't take my eyes off him as he revealed that naughty smile, feigning innocence at causing her any embarrassment. That was when he turned to me, his dark gaze meeting mine, and said, "now, Joanna, I don't think I've ever made you blush. Why do you think that is?" He moved closer to where I was standing, in the corner of the reception room, noticing the nervous expression on my face. I had no idea how to respond to him without giving it all away – my fantasies about his hands all over my body, about his fingers discovering the wetness between my legs. I took a deep breath and replied coolly, "well maybe you just don't affect me in that way."
He held my stare as I tried to stay calm, and then his eyes began to scan my body. I was wearing a fitted white button-down shirt, which was moving with my chest as my breathing quickened and deepened. I could feel the top button at my cleavage pulling a bit, making a small gap for him to notice the thin lace bra beneath. I kept one arm planted at my side, smoothing out the little blue skirt I'd chosen for the event. I did know that Stephen liked me in skirts...over the few years I'd known him, I noticed he always took a peek at my smooth legs in a short skirt or dress. My other hand was holding a wine glass, which I'd refilled a couple of times to calm my nerves. Now the little buzz was kicking in, and my body began to overheat beneath Stephen's gaze. I didn't know what to do as he drank my body in...so I slowly sipped on some red wine, and watched him look.
He moved next to me, his arm brushing against the side of my breast casually but deliberately. Smiling in his lighthearted yet amazingly sexy way, Stephen murmured into my ear, "You seem a little flustered, Joanna. Tell me, how do I affect you?"
Something about the way he said my name, about the boldness of his question, made my heart skip a beat. I felt a shudder run through my body, a tingle that tightened my nipples against the rough lace of my bra and stirred an almost overwhelming heat and wetness between my legs. I turned to him, my face inches from his, looked him in the eyes, and before I even had a chance to think, I heard myself whisper back, "Stephen, you affect me in places you can't see right now."
As soon as I heard those words escape my lips, my eyes widened. What had I just said? After four years of hiding my fantasies from him, I had just ruined everything with one careless comment, right there in the middle of a departmental reception filled with Stephen's colleagues, my peers, everyone. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with worry and fear, only to see a very different expression on his face. His smile widened, his eyes narrowed into a sexy and slightly wicked look, and suddenly I felt his hand on me, creeping slowly up the back of my thigh. I gasped, backing further into the corner, trying to ensure that no one would see his fingers disappear under my skirt. Stephen's gaze moved to my hardening nipples, which were pushing against the fabric of my shirt as I slowly arched my back, exposing my throat and biting my lip softly. His fingers were tracing the lace trim of my white panties, teasing me mercilessly as he carefully stroked my thighs, my ass, but never my aching pussy. His breath was hot on my ear as he leaned in and said lowly, "what about right here?" He finally slid his fingers against the moist spot beneath my skirt. "Is this where I affect you, Joanna?"
My eyes were starting to close and my knees wobbled as he touched my pussy. I had never felt such desire in my life, so powerful, like if I didn't have him that moment I would collapse. I could hardly speak as he began to rub my aching mound through the moist fabric of my panties, so I just opened my eyes weakly and nodded. I knew Stephen was enjoying this moment, taking pleasure in making me agonize in this way. He smiled slowly as he noticed my hips rolling slightly against his fingertips. I didn't even realize that I had begun to move against him, but the feeling of his hands on my dripping pussy was too good to resist. He raised his voice to a normal tone, backed away from me a bit, and said easily, "why don't you come up to my office and take a look at that book? I am almost positive I have a copy on my shelf."
I snapped out of it long enough to realize that I had to answer him, that we were in fact in public, where he had been touching my pussy under my skirt and whispering darkly in my ear. I straightened my spine and smiled calmly, "um, that sounds like a good idea. Let's go take a look."
Before he even had a chance to respond, I led the way out of the room, smiling softly and waving goodbye to my colleagues and other professors. I could hear him moving swiftly behind me, his hand on the small of my back as we walked to the elevator of the Political Science building. As he pressed the call button next to the elevator doors, I realized that we were finally alone. But before I even had a chance to turn around, to look him in the face, I felt his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me forcefully into the wall. Suddenly his chest was flat against my back, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass, grinding between my cheeks. He pulled my loose brown curls back hard, and whispered hotly into my ear, "are you ready for me, Joanna? Because you have me very ready for that tight little body of yours."
He pushed his cock harder against my ass, making me moan softly at the force he was using. I nodded my head weakly as his hands slid up the sides of my legs, under my skirt. My pussy was dripping wet in my panties by this point. God I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to tear my panties to bits and fuck me roughly right there against the wall. I would've given him anything he wanted in that moment. Anything. I wanted him to go crazy with me, to be rough and relentless as he took me.
Suddenly we heard the bell for the elevator, and the doors open. Thank god it was empty. Stephen pushed me inside forcefully, spinning me around so he could look in my face. He hit the button for the top floor, where his office was located, and started grinding against my pussy. I began to groan as he finally let me wrap my legs around his waist and rub my dripping cunt against his hard cock. My full breasts were pressed tightly against his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist and looked me in the eyes. "Mmm...I've been waiting for your hot little body for a long time, Joanna. You sure you can handle this?"
