Minutes later I look up, and catch him looking at me. He quickly looks away, and I put my head down, smiling to myself. I carry on drawing for a while, but right now my mind is more concerned with thinking about him naked, and I end up biting my lip. Just my luck, he sees it.
"Something wrong?" he asks.
I pretend to cough. "Nope. Nothing at all." I look up at him, and see that he is looking at me again, and this time he doesn't look away. We hold each other's gaze for a moment, and then he loosens his tie. I can feel myself becoming increasingly flustered. He must see it in my face, because he stands up and walks over, and sits on the edge of the table.
He leans down, his mouth close to my ears, "tell me what you want." I turn my face to look him in the eyes, and our noses are almost touching. I can feel my stomach turning with nerves and excitement. I look at his lips, and he smiles. "I thought so."
It took less than a second for our lips to collide, and in that moment I thought I was already about to climax. After fantasising about this man since the first class he taught, I thought it would be too much, but I manage to relax a little and stop myself. He slides off the table and pulls me to my feet. I look up at him, and he's smiling at me, and then I feel one of his fingers tracing along the outline of my right breast and I shudder.
"Do you like that?" he says, in a hushed tone. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, so I just nod. He has to lean his head down a little to kiss my lips now, because I'm only 5 ft 7. He carries on tracing the outline of my breast, and then moves his mouth to my chin, and then slowly to my neck, and starts kissing it softly. I can feel a tingle 'down there', because even this minimal contact is enough to drive me crazy.
I can feel my breathing becoming more heavy, and he must feel it too, because he puts his full hand over my breast and squeezes it gently. I let out a little whimper. It's slightly embarrassing that someone can have this affect on me so early on, but it's hard to control yourself for a guy like this. I feel his lips leave my neck and feel a little disappointed, right up until I feel his mouth on my breast, nibbling on my erect nipple through my bra and white cotton top. My head rolls back because the pleasure is too much. I have no idea how I'm going to cope if he doesn't stop here, but I don't want him to stop anyways. I am ready, and I am willing, for anything that he wants to do.
I run my fingers through his short hair, and it's incredibly soft. He moves his mouth to my other breast and nibbles on that nipple, too. Suddenly I can't take it anymore. I push him off of me, and practically push him right up to his bookcase. I've never noticed it before, mainly because I struggle to take my eyes off of him, but I get a glance of some of the books that he has. The majority of them are books about technical drawings, and there are a few about engineering in general. It's really hot that he has this many books. I quickly look back at his face, and his smile is there, but this time it matches his eyes, looking very mischievous.
I run my hands up his body and under his suit jacket, and then carry on down his arms so that the jacket comes off. I take a hold of his tie, and pull his head towards mine, kissing him again. This time, he forces his tongue in to my mouth, and I can't say that I didn't enjoy it, because I did. I quickly undo the tie and throw it on the floor somewhere. I pull my head away, and start unbuttoning his shirt. I don't realise that I'm biting my lip as more and more of his chest is being revealed, until I end up biting too hard. I take the shirt off of him, and that joins his increasing pile of clothes on the floor somewhere, too.
I just stare at him for a while, taking in everything I see before me. His face, very nicely structured, gorgeous dark brown eyes, glistening with mischief and pleasure, and a slight beard, which compliments his face perfectly. His chest, his stomach, his arms, his collarbone... The more I look at him, the more I want to pleasure him. I move in and kiss his neck, moving down to his left collarbone, where I gently nibble along it. Then I start kissing his chest, and then his left nipple, and move my head and kisses towards the center of his body. I get down on my knees and kiss him just below his belly button, and even more slowly start kissing my way further down.
I get just above his pants, and look up at him, my eyes asking for permission to remove his belt. He nods. I unbuckle the belt and slide it out of his pants, and then unbutton the two buttons on them and slide them down his legs. I can't stop myself as I lick my lip looking at what is before my eyes, tucked in to some tight white boxers. The bulge is fairly large, and pulling his boxers right down seems like an automatic reaction. His dick falls out, and to my delight, he is already semi-hard.
I take his dick in my hand, and gently run my tongue along the tip of it, and this time, it is him that shudders. I carry on moving my tongue over his head, mainly focusing on the tip, because I have noticed he enjoys that a lot. Then I run the tip of my tongue along his dick, from the tip, straight to the balls, and right back again. I do this a few times, before putting his head in my mouth. I start to suck on it slowly, but thrash my tongue against it. He can't help but groan a little, and that sound of his groaning turns me on even more.
I slide more of his dick in to my mouth, getting as much in as I can. I can't fully deepthroat, but most of it is in there. When I finish sucking him, I turn my attention to his balls. I slowly lick right one, while gently squeezing the left one in my hand. Then I gently start sucking on it, and I know straight away that this is something he thoroughly enjoys, so I make a mental note, because I know there will be a 'next time'. By the time I've finished with his balls, he is fully hard, and his dick looks delicious.
I stand up, and he is looking at me like he wants to eat me whole. He slides his shoes of, and steps out of his pants and boxers. He gets closer to me and starts to slide my top off. I lift my arms up and he pulls it clean off. He looks down at my DD breasts still in my bra, and for a moment I think he is going to bury his face in them - not that I would deny him. Instead he reaches around me and takes the bra off, and flings it. I notice it has landed on a model that he made using one of the CAD machines in the labs about 3 weeks ago. He doesn't seem to care where it's landed. He bends down and unbuttons my jeans, and following suit, slides them down my legs. Luckily I only wore loose pumps today, so they easily slide off of my feet. He looks back up at my white underwear, and grins at me when he notices the patch of wet on them.
He swiftly moves me up against the table, and parts my legs. I leans in close to me and rests his left arm on he table, using right hand to rub against my underwear. "I can feel how wet you are, you know."
"I know," I say, struggling to keep my breath. His hand feels so good against me, for a moment I don't want him stop. "Will you..."
"Will I what?" he asks me, when I can't finish sentence.
I take a deep breathe. "Your tongue. Please."
"What was that? I couldn't hear you," he teases, knowing exactly what he heard but wanting me to say it again.
"Please, use your tongue."
