Thomas returns with a glass of water and the Kahlua and cream. Wei drinks the water and looks visibly better. "Thank you, Professor. I feel better now. I hope I have not ruined your evening." Wei lifts her Kahlua and cream to toast the Professor. "You mentioned the second was a beautiful woman. Cheers to the beautiful woman who is waiting for you in your hotel room." They clink glasses.
"Oh no, Wei. There's no beautiful woman waiting for me there. That beautiful woman is you" and he clinks Wei's glass again.
Wei looks surprised. They both take a drink. After the drink, Wei says, "Professor Thompson, I don't know what to say."
He looks at her and says, "You only have to say one thing. That you will do whatever I tell you to do."
Wei hesitates for a few moments and thinks. 'Do whatever he says to do? How arrogant!' But she is also intrigued. She has always been attracted to older men, especially older powerful men, and everything she has seen so far, from his presentation at the university to their time together at the restaurant, tells her that his is a man who is used to getting what he wants. Finally, she looks over at him and says, "Yes. I will do whatever you want me to do."
"Good girl. Stand up Wei, and come over here and stand up next to me." Wei does as she was instructed. The professor is sitting at the table and Wei is standing next to him facing him. "Turn around, Wei." Wei turns around and has her back to the professor. She is wearing a white cotton blouse and a plaid skirt. It looks like it could be a uniform for a high school girl. The professor finds the zipper on the skirt in the back and pulls it down a few inches, not far enough such that the skirt falls off, but far enough to make it loose. "Turn around, Wei, to face me." She does.
"I was wondering over dinner, Wei, if your pussy was wet, and I made a wager with myself. I thought to myself, 'If her pussy isn't wet, then she's not what I'm looking for and I will send her home. But if her pussy is wet, I will take her to my hotel room and make her mine'" he said looking up into her eyes. He reached his hand up under her blouse to her warm tummy and slid it down behind the waistband of her skirt. He stood up to stand directly in front of her and looking into her eyes the entire time he slid his hand down and found the band of her silky thong. He slid his hand under the thong and cupped her warm, smooth, hairless mound. His hand engulfed it and he felt the smoothness of her skin and the fleshy labia beneath his fingers and palm. His middle finger found the slit between her labia and he slid it into her pussy. She gasped. Her pussy is wet. His finger is slippery with her juices and he explores her pussy.
"You are as wet as a river, Wei" he says looking into her eyes. "So I will take you back to my hotel and you will be mine. But we must do something else first." He slips his ring finger inside her also. Wei gasps again, this time loudly and in a higher pitch, like a squeal. He pushes his two fingers up and finds her g-spot and presses his two fingers against it. He is also pressing the palm of his hand against her hairless mound. The sensation of his two fingers pressing against her g-spot and his palm cupping her mound pressing towards his fingers is a feeling that Wei had never experienced before.
"Oh, oh oh! Gan ma! Aiiiiiii, wo de ma!" Wei almost never spoke Chinese around Lao Wai, they would not understand, of course, but suddenly, without thinking, she was babbling Chinese in reaction to the professor's two fingers in her cunt and his hand pressed against her fleshy mound. "Gan ma! Gan ma! Aiya!" His two fingers were pressed against her g-spot and the pressure from his fingers was pushing against the palm of his hand which was pressed against the smooth skin of her pussy. It felt like his fingers were going to touch his palm they were so close together. He had compressed the inner lining of her pussy, that very thin band of muscle above her pussy, and her skin on the outside covering both into a layer which felt like it was paper-thin between his fingers and palm. She had never felt anything like this before and was caught completely off guard. The pressure was unrelenting. The pleasure was undeniable. She started to make high pitched squeals in response to what she was experiencing. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew that she was in a small room without a door and only a curtain covering the doorway. She knew that her squeals would be heard in other parts of the restaurant, and she knew that normally she would never want anyone else to hear her passionate sounds in a public place, but she had no control over her voice. She was powerless to make them stop and she continued to make those high-pitched squeals even faster and with more volume. "Oh my God, what is happening to me??" she thought.
His fingertips moved in a circular direction, swirling against her g-spot. 'Oh my God, I've never felt anything like this before!!' she thought to herself. She was ashamed of the sounds she was making, she was ashamed that others would hear them, and she was ashamed that later she would have to take that Walk of Shame out the restaurant and that others would be looking at her as that girl squealing in the back. She knew that they would be thinking that she was a slut. She wanted it to end, but she also didn't want it to stop. It was like pleasure had completely filled her and her body could no longer contain it and the pleasure was blowing out of the top of her head escaping her body.
And then she felt the cum wave build. "Wo de tian! Wo de tian!!" and her body convulsed and she felt the orgasm ripple through her from her head down to her toes. It surged through her like the sea, a wave crashing down on her, washing through her. As it subsided, she felt her mind begin to go blank and felt weak at the knees. A moment later her legs turned to jelly and would no longer support her weight. She collapsed, but the professor caught her and wrapped her in his strong arms. He carried her and shuffled over to her chair and sat her down in it, keeping his hands on her to make sure she didn't fall over and hurt herself.
Did she sleep? Did she lose consciousness? She opened her eyes and she was sitting at the table, the professor next to her. The table was bare. Everything had been cleared away. The professor noticed that she had opened her eyes. "Well, Wei, welcome back."
"What, what happened to me?" Wei said weakly.
The professor smiled at her and said, "I don't know you well but if I was a wagering man, I'd say that you had one of the strongest orgasms in your young beautiful life and your body needed a little time to recover."
"How long was I out?" she whispered.
"Oh I didn't take note of the time, but I'd say at least 5 minutes but probably not ten minutes." The professor turned his head towards the curtain and said in a loud voice, "Thomas, call us a taxi or an Uber. Whichever one is quickest."
I closed my eyes again and felt my body sink into the chair. After some time I felt strong hands lift me up. I opened my eyes again and the professor was on my right side with his left arm across my back and his hand at my hip supporting my weight. His right hand was holding my right hand and my right arm was draped around his neck. We walked slowly out of the small room and through the restaurant. I didn't look up. If people were looking at us, I didn't see them and I didn't care. It must have been Thomas that opened the front door and then opened the car door. I collapsed into the back seat. The professor opened the door on the other side of the car, got in, sat down and put his arm around me to steady me. I felt the car begin to accelerate and then blackness again.
