A New Experience

I had learnt a lot from her, things I would take into the workplace for a pay check and a comfortable life. However, she is a beautiful woman I wanted her for a while now, my lecturer, I wanted to fuck the shit out of her and leaving her gasping and still wanting more.

She resembled to a large degree the actress Yvonne Strahovski especially with her flowing blonde hair, I had been under the impression she had German ancestry, although I was uncertain of that fact.

I had three subjects with her, management for two of them and tourism, my elective, was the last subject where she was my lecturer. I remember the past year; I went into her office after my exam and wanted to thank her for everything.

I neared her door and it was ajar, I saw her, her light brown eyes were pointed downwards at some papers on her desk. Her blonde hair flowed to her neck and was orderly and neat. She had on a white shirt, which showed a little bit of her neck line. I then knocked on the door and stepped inside. She looked up at me and smiled.

"How was the exam, Billy?"

"It went very well, it was a nice paper."

"That's good to hear, so are you finished your degree?"

"Not yet, I have one more semester to go"

"Oh, I thought you were finishing this year," she continued. "I don't know if I'm going to see you again."

She then stretched out her hand and I grasped it and gave it a shake.

She said to me, "Well good luck for your results and with your final semester next year."

"Thank you," I replied.

With that, I left her office and headed into my long three month holiday. I returned the following year and never forgot the conversation we had that day.

I tried to rationalise my mind and subdue those thoughts about screwing my lecturer. However, I remembered that, I am an adult and there is nothing wrong with this, to hell with this fucking society thinking they know best.

I carried on as usual, making that last push to finish this degree and get to earning money. I passed her in the hallway and she smiled as I greeted her and we carried on our respective paths. I quickly turned around and glanced at her ass, which always floated not only my boat but many others as well.

"Hmm, that is a nice ass," I thought to myself as she walked up the stairs.

Memories of that day and subsequent conversation came back to me. I thought about it driving home. When I got back home I began to hatch a plan.

The next day, I arrived at university much earlier than usual. I walked to her office and knocked on the door; I then slowly opened and entered the room.

"Hi Billy, take a seat," she said as she ushered my inside.

"How have you been?" she enquired.

"I have been well, just pushing to finish this semester."

"That's good to hear," she continued. "What can I do for you?"

"Well I'm applying for jobs for when I finish university and I would to ask if you could give me a referral. I will apply now, but indicate that I am yet to finish my degree in order to get a head start in the job market."

"That is a good idea; certainly, I will give you a referral." She replied.

"Thank you," I gratefully replied.

She typed it out and turned to me.

"I sense you are here for more than just a referral Billy."

"Oooh okay, is it that obvious?"

"A little bit, Billy, you have always looked at me with lust in your eyes," she continued. "I feel you want to have sex with me, no wait, you want to fuck me don't you?"

"Yes, that is the case Suzaan."

"Well we are technically no longer lecturer and student," she began with an altered tone. "So that would mean I could fuck you and it would not be awkward afterwards, as I don't have to grade you on anything."

"That makes sense."

"Listen I do not just shag anyone, we need to at least have coffee or something together," she said. "So why don't you take me out this weekend."

"Join me for dinner then Suzaan, this Friday; I'll pick you up at seven."

"It's a date Billy."

She signed the referral and then handed it to me. I left and attended my lectures as usual not focussing on the discussion I had in that office. However, once I got home, I reflected on that strange day, even pinching myself at one point just to make sure I was not dreaming.

So I went on through the rest of that week keeping the coming events in mind. The weekend came and Friday night looked like it would be a good one. I put on my best and headed out. I arrived at her house about 6:45 pm and went inside. She greeted me at the door and graciously accepted the flowers I had bought for her. She had on a slender dress that hugged her body and stopped just short of her knees.

"Wow you look stunning Suzaan."

"Thank you, you scrub up quite nicely, and it's nice to see you have shaved."

"Well this is a special occasion."

"Truth be told Billy I'm a bit nervous, this is a first for me, dating a former student."

"I've never dated a lecturer before so I can understand where you are coming from Suzaan."

"Shall we go?"

We headed out and we left for the restaurant. We soon arrived and took our seats and got to talking.

"Billy, are you the only one interested in me?"

"Not at all, many guys on Campus would love to be in my position right now. In fact, one of my friends asked me last year if I knew whether or not you had a boyfriend."

Her eyes widened at my reply and she looked down and then placed her hand against her forehead, she then looked up at me.

"Wow I didn't think myself the type of woman men would lust over," she said.

"Suzaan you are gorgeous, and don't let anyone tell you different," I replied.

She blushed slightly and thanked me. This was a side of her rarely seen before by any of her students most likely. I have admired her body for so long, she was and still is a woman with curves in all the right places, mind the cliché, but it is true.

"I have to ask Suzaan, how long have you noticed I had feelings for you?" I asked her.

"It was been for quite some time now, from last year," she replied.

"Was I that obvious?" I enquired.

She nodded at my question and I was not at all surprised with this revelation. How I didn't end up in a fiery shit storm was anyone's guess. However, further thought lead to the realisation that Suzaan wanted this as well.

"You're a fine young man Billy and I am pleased to have been able to witness your transformation. I know the start of our relationship as student and lecturer was far from ideal, I see you are are not one to hold grudges or let past failures bring you down." Suzaan said to me.

"Thank you, my university career has been a rollercoaster with more ups and downs than the economy. I feel pain and hurt at my shortcomings, I have never enjoyed the thought of failing to reach my goals as I have always wanted to please my family" I replied.

The night went on and after some seafood, wine, and more conversation we headed out. I drove her home and the journey along the way was rather interesting.

"So what will you do now that you are finished?" Suzaan enquired.

"I don't know but I do know I want to work for a car company someday and it's my long term goal," I replied.

"Now for a different kind of question, were you always ogling me during class," She asked.

"Umm only before and after lectures . . . mostly," I hesitantly replied.

"I pretty much felt your eyeballs in my uterus," She said with a slight giggle.

"Well Suzaan, you were my lecturer, I learnt a lot from you and not just in management. I know you are a strong independent woman that has made her own way. This was very daring for me to ask you as it seems many men would kill to be where I am now, next to you," I said to her.

She then without saying a word ran her hand up my thigh towards my crouch; I felt the static up my pants and well into my crouch. This turned me own as she led her hand to my crouch. The road was empty so I shifted down a few gears and gunned it.

She then pulled out my cock and began to stroke as I raced down a derestricted highway; the windows and sunroof were open as I gunned it down the road. The sensations of the speed, open windows and Suzaan stroking my cock were unbelievable. I soon reached her turn off and slowed to a halt.

We stopped the car in an alley and it was deserted we want some action right now. We stepped out of the car and she pushed on top of the hood of the car. She then pulled my pants and boxers around to my ankles and lifted her dress up to her navel and took off her panties and tossed them to me.

I grasped the ball of fabric that was her panties and give them a long sniff; I then turned to her with a sly grin indicating my enjoyment of the gesture. She then slowly slid her pussy on top of my cock and slid slowly but surely up and down. Her movements were precise and within a particular rhythm as she gyrated and rode my grateful cock and kept silent as best she could as the surrounding houses could of at any moment light up at the sound of hear lustful moans.

I then got up and bent her over on the hood and then let me give it to her from behind, I slid my cock into her awaiting pussy and proceeded to pound away and soak every bit of lust the situation offered. The soft and constant slapping of our bodies as my cock plunged in and out of my lecturer. This was culmination of many a dirty thought of my lecturer of all people.

I soon felt her warm and now gushing pussy juice, she promptly got up and started to suck out the cum from me like it was a miracle cure. I came after a while and she lapped it up readily, and happily.

"Lesson over," she said with a cheeky smile and a sly wink.

"Was that an A+ performance," I enquired.

She smiled and shook her head knowingly. We soon wiped off and got back into the car. The engine roared to life we were soon off. I arrived after some swift driving back at her home. She thanked me and stepped out of the car.

I rolled down the window cleared my throat and in an enquiring manner said "Forgetting something?"

She turned around to find me swinging her soaked panties around my index finger.

"That is your report card," she replied in a seductive manner.

We then parted ways, I never saw her again.