It's wonderful having a younger lover.
He wasn't the first I'd had, and I'm sure he won't be the last. But right there, right then, he made this older woman feel like she were 18 again.
Danny was Filipino. Not the physical type I normally go for. There was something about him, though, something about that dark skin, those chocolate brown eyes, that silky black hair that really turned me on. Not to mention his electric white grin. Something about him always made me go weak in the knees.
Professors aren't supposed to want to fuck their students.
Well, okay, maybe we can want to...but we really shouldn't follow through on that desire.
He had been one of my very first students ever. There was something about him even then. A subtle sexual undertone to our conversations. A thrill when he laughed and reached out to touch me. A delightful frisson whenever he came to see me in my office.
Professors aren't supposed to want to grab their students and fuck them to within an inch of their lives.
Besides, I was married. Fantasies about Danny were all well and good, but everything said I couldn't act on them.
Then the semester was over, and I had a new batch of students. I only saw Danny every now and then, when we would pass in the halls. He always grinned at me and called out, "Hi, Professor!" And I would sigh and move along. Forbidden fruit. Though I suspected it was mighty tasty fruit.
I shouldn't have been surprised at my delight when he stopped me in the hall one day. He wanted to know if it was okay for him to take another class with me. Okay?? Hell yes, it was okay! Get to look at that sexy young man three times a week again? Oh yes, I wanted him in that classroom with me.
And so there he was again, grinning that grin at me while I tried to concentrate on teaching. Professors aren't supposed to want to fuck their students. Especially in the middle of a class filled with other students... But I still enjoyed our time "together". He often stopped to see me on his way out of the classroom. I found myself attracted to his sharp wit and intelligence as well as that sexy body. And often thought about doing a number of very naughty things to that body.
Alas, time moves on, and again the semester ended. I knew that if I ever saw Danny again, it would only be in the halls. Ah well, at least I'd be able to admire him from afar when we did pass each other. Funnily enough, I didn't see him again until the next semester was almost over, when we both attended a school function.
He walked over to me, grinning that grin, and said, "Hey, Professor!"
"I don't think you need to keep calling me 'Professor', Danny." Feeling unaccountably nervous, I used my left hand to brush the hair away from my face.
He reached out and took my hand, looking down at it with a bemused expression. Where once there had been a wedding ring, I now wore something quite different. "Not married anymore?"
"No! Thank God."
The look he gave me sent chills through my body.
It wasn't too much longer before I found myself sitting on his bed, nervous with anticipation. Things like this didn't happen. Students weren't supposed to seduce their professors. He seemed to sense something and gave me that grin as he sat next to me. He stroked my cheek with his long, sensitive fingers and murmured, "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"
I couldn't answer. I could only watch his eyes, his grin, and smile back somewhat uncertainly.
He kissed me once, slowly and passionately, then undressed me with a reverence that left me breathless. He tore his own clothes off, his gaze upon me avid and hungry. Then he was on top of me, pressing me to the mattress, his lips devouring mine. His hand cupped my breast, fingers pinching my nipple. I moaned softly as his mouth took my other nipple. His fingers gently quested downward, and again his lips followed. I gasped with pleasure as he parted my lips and took my clit into his mouth. My gasps turned to moans when he slid two fingers inside me, curving them to press hard against the wall of my pussy. I had never felt anything like it...I thought I was going to explode with pleasure. His fingers stroked and pressed deep inside me as his tongue flicked my clit ever faster. Unable to control myself, I wrapped my legs around his back and grabbed his head in my hands, pressing him tightly against me. In seconds, I was coming, screaming and gasping as waves of the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced broke over me. It radiated from my pelvis through my entire body. I became the sensation; everything else vanished.
