"Another night of pretending to listen to everyone's poetry," groaned Charles as he entered the conference room where the Writer's Club meeting was being held. As he was putting his book bag down, he caught a glimpse of a woman sitting across from his spot at the table. He gasped inwardly. It was her! The beautiful, curvy redhead he'd watched walk down the hall so many times. Seeing her hips sway and watching her breasts bounce ever so slightly when she moved quickly. Just a glimpse of her could make him hard. Now she was here in front of him. Where he could get a better view of her round blue eyes and full pouty lips. "Oh my god, what I wouldn't give to taste those lips," thought Charles. His mind and his gaze drifted downward to the v-neck sweater she was wearing that gave such a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. He wanted to lean across the table and just bury his head in the softness, to kiss those pouty lips, to touch her someway, somehow!
Marie felt herself being watched and a feeling of pleasure ran through her. Scarely aware of herself, she licked her lips and felt her pussy dampen slightly as she turned herself around and bent forward a bit to show off her tits more. She regarded her admirer. He was firmly built, not hugely muscular, but not fat, with light brown wavy hair and hazel eyes that looked like they could read into her soul. A moment's glance was all it took for the thought to enter her mind, "I want to suck his cock." And she would soon. She felt quite certain about this. She felt slightly startled when she heard him talk about his wife to the group, but that really wasn't much of an obstacle. She had yet to meet the man who could resist her.
Charles found it increasingly difficult to focus on the meeting. "I have to think of a way to be alone with her-- I've never wanted anyone so badly!" He worked at the college as a writing tutor which gave him one on one time with students. Maybe if she needed tutoring... "Um, Marie, I was wondering if maybe you might need some help with any of your classes?" He waited nervously for her reply, scarcely knowing what he would do if she did say yes. She seemed to be considering his offer and finally replied, "well, I have been sort of worried about a test that's coming up. I know you mostly help with writing, but would you help me prepare for an oral exam?" Was it his imagination or did she lick her lips when she said "oral?" He cleared his throat and stammered that he would try to be of service and would she care to meet the next afternoon at the tutoring center? His heart leapt with excitement when she said yes.
Marie, of course, knew just what he was interested in when he asked about her classes. For one thing, he could barely make eye contact! And she'd seen that flushed look of desire before. It gave her such a rush to know she had caused it. Thinking about it, she slowly clenched and released her cunt muscles. "I may just let him fuck me," she mused to herself, "I have a feeling that his cock would feel very very good inside me." She squirmed with delight and gave a sigh of pleasure. She could hardly wait until tomorrow.
The next day, Charles waited anxiously at the tutoring center. He wondered if he had imagined the innuendo in her reply. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she really did want his academic guidance. Did he dare to make a move with her? What would she think of him, she knew he was a married man after all. Then he saw her walking toward him and those thoughts vanished. All thought vanished as the blood drained from his head and rushed to his crotch. She was gorgeous! She was wearing a sheer, black fitted top and a long skirt with a slit up the side that nearly reached to her hip. Her high heeled sandals made her sway even more as she walked than usual. Without a word, she reached out to him, let him lose himself in her big blue eyes and gently placed a kiss on his lips while she guided his hands up her skirt. Eying his ever increasing bulge, she smiled slightly. "I think perhaps we should go somewhere a bit less public. Care to follow me?"
