Jessica and I were watching this TV show late last night called "Fastlane". It is a new show on the Fox network about some Police undercover types with a hip twist and sexy characters. Neither Jessica nor me was particularly engrossed with the show. But it had been a long week and we were both ready for some easy Escapist entertainment.
Jessica is a very attractive head turning girl. Her long dark hair and disarming smile is just the topping on a luscious curvy body with wonderfully large tits and the sweetest ass ever to swallow in silk. Last night she still had on her clothes she wore to school. A very prim and conservative black button up blouse and a fitting cotton weave black skirt that rode just above her kneecaps. Her legs are just gorgeous shapes like stems of a flower.
As I mentioned, it had been a long week. Jessica had 3 tests and another one to go, and I had a million tugs at work including more than the usual stressful demands from the owner. Work was on my mind as I sat through dinner and only by looking at Jessica and staring at her wet lips while she ate, did I gradually let the day slide into the past. Jessica's lips are always so sensuously wet and nicely accented with whatever lipstick shade she has on. I can't help but imagine that wetness on her lips as she talks as the wetness I have seen before when she lifts her face from my cock and my cum glistens on her lips.
As dinner wore on, I could tell Jessica had something she really wanted to tell me. She hinted a few times and finally just couldn't hold back any more.
"Steve, you know that professor in Accounting I told you about?"
"The old guy?" I asked.
"Yes. He's not that old Steve. I bet he is 60 at tops. Anyway, I was late getting to class and all the seats in back were full so I had to sit in the very front row right in front of him."
"Why were you late?"
"Oh I couldn't find a parking space. But that's the point Steve." Then she paused, lowered her voice to that sexy tone that drives me wild, and like a little girl with a nasty secret, she added, "I showed him my panties."
This little confession perked me right up. We had talked before about her little flashings and I always found her exploits a big turn on. A few times I had even been with her while we were grocery shopping and she had intentionally bent over exposing whatever sexy tiny panties she had on to a total stranger. One time she even teased another woman whom we were both sure was gay and worked at the hair salon just down the street. In fact, that turned out to be quite an experience, but that's another story altogether.
I didn't have to urge Jessica to tell me more details about showing her professor her panties. She knew I wanted to know everything, and she eagerly continued.
"He couldn't help but see me come in late. He was already into his lecture and I didn't want to interrupt so I tried to hurry in front of him and slide into the empty seat. But I guess my purse swung too quickly and as it slid down my shoulder, I grabbed for it. Well, when I grabbed, I lost my notebook. It just fell on the floor in front of the seat. The professor was only three or four feet from me. I quickly turned my back to him and just bent over and grabbed the notebook and well, gee, it was awkward with my purse and all, so I didn't bend my knees much. It happened so fast. I was already bringing the notebook back up from the floor, when it hit me what I had done. There was no way I didn't give Professor Stiles a clear open view of my panties when I bent over. I swear I heard him stutter. And I couldn't help but feel the red rush to my face as I slid into the desk and looked up to face him.
"Wow. That lucky guy. I bet he loved it."
"I think he did. Well, I know he did. But wait it gets better. The more he talked, the more the idea of him seeing my panties kind of excited me. I could actually feel my panties getting a little wet. So I spread my legs and watched his eyes to see when he would look."
"Did he? I sure would of."
"Oh yes. Several times. He tried to be really nonchalant, but I saw his eyes every time I spread my legs sneak a glance. I even made it easier by sliding my skirt up a little higher. It was really exciting Steve. I got so wet. By the time class ended, I had to find an empty girls bathroom and masturbate. I had the most wonderful orgasm. It was amazing."
Just hearing Jessica's excitement as she told me made my cock grow erect. "Wow. Wow. That's awesome. You are amazing sweetie. Just making an old guy's day is a wonderful thing to do." We warmly rose from the table and kissed. My hand started drifting down her body over her hip and rounding in back to caress her ass. Her tongue and mine traded sliding into each other's mouth. I could feel her hips gently rock against the hard cock in my pants. A little wet feeling began to ooze from the tip of my cock. But Jessica pulled away. "Oh Steve, fix me a nice cold drink with two olives and lets clean these dishes up first."
I was a little disappointed, but the night was young. So we did the after dinner work and fixed some nice cold sipping martinis then went into the den to relax. Without an real intention of watching TV, we turned the set on and reclined on the couch. We love to have our bodies touching whenever we are together. I leaned back and rested on the arm of the couch while Jessica kicked off her heels and curled up nested into me. Her bottom pressed against my pants. It never takes me long to feel the need to straighten up my cock when Jessica presses her ass into me. She knows this. She likes feeling my cock grow still and unfurl against her. She usually reaches back and straightens it out or undoes my pants for me. I love it when she does this.
We were just watching the Fastlane show building that slow caressing hand foreplay between us. My hand drifted over her shoulder and cupped her breast then I slid my fingers teasingly where I knew the nipple was hidden. The nipple that I knew, was waiting to be touched. The nipple that was waiting to grow hard and stiffen and sensitive and want to be touched more. Then a scene caught both of our attentions. It only lasted a few seconds, showing a sexy camera shot of a woman lying on her stomach wearing really sexy black lacy panties and my thoughts drifted to Jessica. I wondered what panties she had on. I wondered what panties Professor Stiles had seen. What panties Professor Stiles probably saw in his dreams tonight while his cock too grew hard and stiff and aching like mine.
As the TV picture close-up of the woman's panties appeared before us, I whispered to Jessica, "mmmm.. nice panties..."
"Oh, you like those Stevie? I have those same ones on you know..." She paused and turned to face me. Then with a little nasty eye twinkle, she whispered, "Wanna see my panties Professor Steve?"
Almost as soon as she asked, I wanted to see. Even before she asked, I wanted to see. And she already knew before she asked.
"Oh yes.." I said out loud quickly, as my eyes surely screamed, "FUCK YES!!!"
"You gotta lick 'em if you see 'em. My pussy really needs a good licking Stevie and these panties are really special. Do you think you can lick me through my panties until I cum?"
"Oh yes..I know I can.."
Jessica knew I would gladly make her cum. Sometimes she tried not to cum, but she never could not cum. I always made her cum. Always. The TV show was forgotten and disappeared into the background as she raised herself from the couch, turned and stood before me. I lifted up to a sitting position directly in front of her. Deliberately, but slowly, Jessica reached behind her and lowered the zipper of her skirt. My hands reached forward the foot or so between us, and a caressed her legs wrapping around them like a handrail. Her legs were so smooth and soft like always. She tugged gently at the waist and her skirt fell loose.
That was as much undressing as she was going to do.
I was left to the rest. And I wanted to undress her. I always want to undress her. Jessica knows how much I like to undress her. She likes the seductive loss of her clothes as much as I do. I shimmied the skirt down her legs and past her knees. Once it reached her knees, I didn't just let it fall to the ground. I like playing the part a little of a servant. A servant that takes care of his maid. A servant that takes care of his maid's pussy when it needs anything.
As her skirt neared the carpet, I held it and Jessica lifted each foot no more effort than needed for me to slide her skirt off and keep it from touching the ground. I folded it once neatly and hung it over the back of the couch. In the split second I turned and then turned back, Jessica stepped forward closing the space between us. Her panties were magnetic. My eyes went to them immediately and my entire body surged with lust.
