It's snowing out and you're in the computer lab locking up at the end of your office hours. Your last student just left. It's dark outside and you're worried about driving your new car in the snow. You're also distracted because your favorite student blew off his study session. You wait until like 8:30, and say "Fuck it, I'm going home." Just then the door swings open and he walks in, covered in snow. He locked his keys in his car and he walked about a mile to get there. "I'm really sorry," he says. And you smile and think, "I have him just where I want him."
He's standing in front of you, shivering with no car keys. You wait, look him over, and wait some more, pretending to be mad.
He says "My extra set of keys is at my friend's house. Could you please give me a ride?"
"Now I really have him," you say to yourself. "Sure, but you're driving." And you toss him the keys.
So you both walk out the door and the snow has really picked up. There's like six inches on the ground and the plows are going up and down the street. Your make him walk in front of you, watching his bulky frame going down the steps. Your car is around the corner and when you get to it, you open the trunk and hand the snowbrush to him, cross your arms and wait for him to get to work. "I'm gonna make him earn this ride," you think.
Soon the car's cleaned off, warmed up and you're cruising down the avenue. You're a little nervous and need a smoke, so, without warning him, you reach under his seat and brush your hand against his leg. He jumps a little, and you can see him just turn his head to you in the dark. You pull out a smoke and think, "I've been waiting too long for this; let's fuck with him a little."
You change your mind and decide to put the smokes back, slipping your hand down behind his muscular calf again. When the back of your hand brushes against his pants, you realize they are soaking wet, and cold. "You're freezing. And you're shaking. Are you OK?"
You put both of your hands on top of his thigh and rub it, trying to warm him up. His leg muscles are huge.
Fifteen minutes later you're in the apartment of a friend, another lacrosse player, who is out for the night. You're on the couch and he's in the bathroom, changing into a pair of sweats.
It's a typical college apartment -- foosball table, beer signs, and dirty dishes in the sink. You're coat is off and you are excited but nervous, hands a little clammy. You realize that you are as horny as you've been in a while, and you recall the last time you thought of him, at home, in bed with a vibrator on your clit, imaging his face buried between your legs. You close your eyes for 10 seconds. When you open them, he's standing in front of you.
He's wearing his friend's sweats and a T-shirt, which are both a little small. His waist is at eye-level, and you can see the outline of his cock pushing through the material.
You look up in his face and he's looking down at you, still shivering. Your hands go behind his knees and you pull him closer, grinning up. He looks nervous but you can see that his penis start to grow, pushing the sweats out. You let go of his legs, lean back on the couch and stretch your legs out, wrapping them around his ankles. He's a little unsteady on his feet, probably from being cold, half dressed, and excited. The fact that you're pinning him to the couch helps, too.
Again you look up at him and ask "What's wrong – are you OK," nodding up to his growing cock.
"What do you want to see?" you ask, smiling at him.
He hoarsely whispers, "You."
You unbutton your top button. "Is that enough?"
He shakes is head no.
You remove two more, just showing him your lace bra.
You look down from his face, past his muscular arms and chest and back to the sweats. His cock is pushing out about 9 inches and pulsing up and down. His breathing is heavy and you ask, "Want more?"
You unbutton the rest of your shirt, arch your back and it slides down your sides. Your nipples are sticking up, pushing through your black lace bra. They are rock hard, so hard they hurt. You watch his eyes roam over your tits as you slowly push them together, staring up at him. You put your hand up to his cock and flick it a little. The feeling of the cotton rubbing against the head makes him lean over and groan. You move your legs and he loses his balance, falling on his ass in front of you. This breaks the tension and you both have a laugh.
He gets up on his hands and knees and crawls toward you. You're still leaning back watching him, waiting for his next move.
You slowly sit up. He can't take his eyes off you – looking from your face to your chest. You can tell he's just as horny as you are, maybe more. Before you can sit all the way up, he's pushing you back down with his hands on your shoulders. He puts his face right up to yours – you can smell the snow on him – and starts kissing you hard. Your lips are locked together and you're moaning into mouths, sliding your tongues together, knocking teeth.
This goes on for like 10 minutes, just kissing and sucking on necks, ears and lips.
He's whispering in your ear and sucking on your smooth earlobes. He's telling you how much he's wanted you, how sexy you are and how just being next to you makes him hard. You're saying similar things to him and arch your back again, to take off your bra.
He softly places his big hand on your stomach. "Shhhh, we have plenty of time. My friend won't be home for hours."
You sink back into the couch, and he gets right in front of you and kisses your neck again. Softer this time, more deliberate. He gently runs his lips over you cheeks and the nape of your neck -- nibbling at your skin.
He's on his knees and your legs are on either side of his hips and he leans in and pulls you toward him, until you can feel his cock mashing against your crotch.
Your breath gets ragged when he starts kissing down you collarbone, toward the front of your neck, working his way to the base of the bone and softly running his tongue and lips on your skin.
You can feel your pussy getting wetter, leaking into your panties. You felt warm down there the minute he walked into the room, earlier at school, so your jeans are now soaked with your juices.
He tickles the top of your cleavage with his fingers, and runs them over your lace-covered tits. He drums his fingers over them until he brushes a nipple, pushing up through the fabric. You shudder and catch your breath. He pinches it lightly and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger and you squirm under him. Then he does the same to the other nipple and you moan. This drives you wild and you can't help but push yourself into his cock, grinding it against him. He pulls back a little and smiles.
HE'S smiling at YOU now.
He backs away and grabs his wet jeans from the floor next to the couch. He sits up and dangles a set of keys between his fingers.
He tells you he never lost his keys at all, but knew you'd let him seduce you given the right opportunity. But he never expected you to try and seduce him.
You want to get up and walk out but you are so fucking wet. Your nipples are aching. You're practically panting, not with anger, but with -- there's no other word -- lust. Right then, you know you're going to let him inside you. You're going to fuck him; there's no turning back.
You wrap your arm around his neck and start kissing him even harder than before, jamming your tongue in his mouth, trying to suck the air out of him. He's kissing you back, tasting your tongue. You feel his hands tugging at the button on your jeans, ripping your fly down.
You go to help him and he pushes your hands away. He's not just taking your clothes off, he's stripping you. Soon your jeans are around your ankles and he's lifting you, pulling off your pants. Your legs are dangling off the couch and on either side of him.
Slowly he pulls his sweats down and his meat pops out. It's so hard it's purple. He steps toward you and puts it right in front of your lips. You take the head in your mouth and can feel it twitch.
You both know that if you do this too long he'll explode, but it tastes too good. The head is huge and you have to open your mouth wide to get the whole thing in. But he won't let himself give in, even though it feels so good, and he pulls away.
Crouching down over you he starts to run his hands over your silky breasts, still in the bra. When he slips his thumb over your nipple again, you shudder and start to whimper. Your nipples are so sensitive and fat, you can't help but groan and grind your ass into the couch and tell him how good that feels.
He gets back on his knees, leans his head forward and locks onto your right nipple, pulling at it lightly with his teeth through the lace. Then he moves to the left, doing the same as he squeezes the other, wet with his saliva.
You're thrashing and calling his name and asking him to touch your pussy, saying "pussy" out loud like a slut, begging him to put his fingers in you. Soon he has your bra unsnapped and he takes his sweats all the way off, as well as his shirt. You're running your hands all over his body and he begins licking your stomach, along your waistline, down and down...
He scratches lightly up and down your sides and nibbles toward you belly button and the top of your sticky panties. His tongue slips under the waistband and he runs it around to one hip and the other, dipping his tongue in deeper when he passes over your pussy.