Chase And Amber

Amber was answering the phone in the front office. Working as a secretary for the university was often mundane for her. There was one bright spot in the tedium of her day, and it was seeing Chase Liston. Chase Liston had been professor of history of the university for a long time. She had sat in on his lectures sometimes, and always found him so captivating. He always spoke with such passion and would strut around the classroom. The way he commanded the audience and held such power over the students always drew her in.

In addition to being so intelligent, she couldn't help but admire how handsome he was. His chiseled jaw added an air of rugged masculinity to his face. His eyes were smoky and had a mesmerizing effect whenever she looked into them. He towered over her in terms of height. She sometimes fantasized about him embracing her, picking her up off her feet, and spinning her around. She imagined his embrace would make her feel safe and warm.

On this day, Chase Liston had come into the front office late at the end of the day. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a light brown jacket. "Hi Amber," he said, "I was wondering if I could review a test from last semester. A former student is contesting their test score."

"C-c-certainly," she said. She stood up and walked out from behind her desk, allowing him to see her dark blue skirt and white blouse. She took out some keys and unlocked a door that led to the archives. She turned on the light and he followed her in.

As he walked in, Chase's eyes traced the curves of Amber's body. She always had such a seductive form without even trying too. He always looked forward to seeing her visit his classroom. He enjoyed the way her eyes followed him as he taught. Her shyness around him only aroused his interest more. It made him want to protect her.

To hold her close and kiss the nervousness out of her body.

Amber pointed to a box on the top shelf. "Y-y-your tests are in there," she said, "I-I-I can go get a step stool."

"I can get it," Chase said. He reached up to get the box. This caused his sweater to rise up slightly, revealing his toned, smooth abs.

Amber blushed bright red upon seeing them and looked away.

Chase noticed her reaction and smirked to himself. He wondered if there was a way for him to stir her up even more. "It is really not safe to have these boxes so high. I can move them all to a better location," he said.

"That's n-not n-necessary professor," she said, still blushing and looking away.

"I'm happy to," he said, "It is just so dusty. I'll need to take my jacket and sweater off to keep them nice." He pulled his jacket off and tossed it aside. He then pulled his sweater off over his head and put it on top of the jacket.

Amber's blush grew deeper on her face. She felt herself becoming more aroused seeing his muscular, defined chest. Her hands covered her face, trying to conceal how she felt.

Chase chuckled to himself and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "I like how much I turn you on," he said.

She slowly lowered her hands. "Really?" she asked.

"Very much so," he said, "You can touch me if you want."

Her hands moved forward and rubbed his chest. Her fingers traced the lines of his abdominals. She felt herself weaken as her hands exploring his warm and hard body.

His hands undid one button at a time, exposing her round and luscious breasts. He undid her bra and slowly pushed it and her blouse off past her shoulders. He leaned in and licked circles around her nipples, hardening them. Amber let out a moan, and he began flicking her nipples with his tongue before sucking gently on them.

Amber ran her fingers through his brown hair. She began to feel a fire burning between her legs. Chase felt her trembling as he traced his tongue down her stomach and licked her belly button. He lifted her skirt with one hand and tugged her panties down to the ground. He traced his tongue up and down the outer folds of her pussy before pushing it inside of her. His tongue slithered around up and down inside her pussy before sucking on her clitoris.

Her body shook hard as his mouth explored her. His eyes watched her closely, noting every time she would writhe in pleasure so as to repeat the moves with his tongue that worked. His hands moved up her body and massaged her breasts and his tongue rapidly flicked against her clitoris. She moaned loudly as her body contorted in many ways from the pleasure. Her hands reached down, grabbed his head, and grinded his face against her pussy and she screamed out that she was orgasming.

He smirked as he stood up. He kissed her lips gently a few times and told her next time would be about his pleasure. Her eyes stared hungrily at his c*ck in his tight pants. She knew she would give it to him anytime and anywhere.