The Professor Clairs Affair

Professor Wenstrom posted a job on my University job site looking for a Personal Assistant, with a good salary, and part-time hours with most weekends and the summer off. I called right away. The interview was set for the next day. Feeling slightly nervous I took a deep breath and knocked on her office door. I heard a woman's voice say come in, she was sitting behind her desk and pointed to a chair for me to sit down. Once the interview started, I felt relaxed. All the tasks she mentioned were doable. My high school job referral was my family on their farm, which fascinated her. Professor Wenstrom asked many questions about the farm and growing up there. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Vivian. I will call you either way about the job." A few days later I had the job and would start right away.

The condo building she lived in was in a very nice Chicago neighborhood, not far from the university and the lakefront. She looked more at ease today. A stylish petite woman with blond hair, she was about 15 years older than me. We sat down and chatted, the professor told me to call her Clare and gave a quick tour, as well as the keys to the building and condo. Clare mentioned that she was from Philadelphia, married and her wife would be joining her in the new year. Being in a new city, she began to express concerns about safety and what kind of nightlife might be close. I knew my best friend and roommate, Denny and I, would be going out that night, so I invited her along to some clubs that we frequented. She immediately accepted my invitation.

We arrived in the Boystown neighborhood and quickly got into a club. Denny asked if she wanted to dance after we got our drinks, but she wanted to wait a bit. So Denny and I got out on the dance floor, and then a cute guy stole him away from me. As I danced my way back to our seats, she stood up and indicated that she wanted to dance. Sometimes we were all out and wild, other times soft and tender. Occasionally Denny would be by our side with a new dance partner. One dance she stepped in close to me and held me tight to her body. Clair was getting handsy and her mouth was on my neck. I lightly pushed her back, questions shooting out of my eyes. Clare giggled and told me it would be okay if she had an open marriage. I thought she may have been lying, but I didn't care. We went on the whole night kissing and touching each other. Then she whispered in my ear, come home with me. That's just what I did.

Once we were at her place her hands were like magic and my clothes were strewn all over the floor. Her kisses went from my mouth to my neck as we strolled toward her bedroom. "Vivian, watch me" she uttered and I sat on the edge of the bed. One by one her clothing joined mine on the floor. Swaying to nonexistent music, her eyes were on me the whole time. It was quite a show. She cried out "You are so sexy, I can't wait to taste you." I managed to eke out a yes as I pushed myself back on the bed, spread my legs, and touched my already wet pussy. Her body was next to mine in a split second. Our kisses became passionate and intense.

Hands, lips, and tongues searched out every piece of visible skin. My mouth sucked and my teeth nipped at her breasts with my tongue circling her nipples. I slid my hand to her wet pussy, fingers pinching her clit and sliding inside. Then I was on top of her, my breasts lightly skimming her body as I advanced down. I knelt between her spread legs, lowered my head, and tasted her. Sucking and fingering her cunt, her breath labored. Clare's hip movements became turbulent. "Don't stop" she pleaded and I didn't. I kissed and lapped as her clit pulsated between my lips. Her moans and pleas became loud as she came. Clair pulled me up her body and licked my lips to say thank you. Her fingers worked my nipples until they were nice and hard. She then moved her hand between my legs playing with my clit. A moment later she was licking and sucking every part of my pussy. It did not take me long for her mouth to give me an earth-shattering orgasm.

It blew my mind that I had gotten such a great job with fabulous benefits. As the school year moved on, our sexy romps tapered off. Clair and her wife were still living apart. Whether it was a job or the house she never told me. The winter break was in a week when she told me that her wife would be flying in soon, so they could drive back to Philly.

Before her wife, Regan was to arrive in a day. I got to the condo, "Vivian, I have a surprise for you," she said with a huge smile. Taking my hand, she walked me into the primary bathroom. I could smell the citrus scent before I even got in the room. She half-suppressed a laugh, "Take a bath with me." All I could do is nod with a wide grin. The tub was still filling, she made quick work of her clothes as did I. We sat at opposite ends of the bathtub, I leaned forward and cupped my hands on her face. Our mouths firmly pressed together and our tongues danced. She pulled me up on her leg, my pussy spread as I rubbed it against her. I felt her arms around me, holding my body tight, with our wet breasts touching. I brought my hand down and started to finger her, then move them to her clit and back again. We were almost in a panic to get to our climax as we sloushed in the water.

The day came for me to meet the Professor's wife, I felt guilty and anxious. I brought them a tin of homemade cookies for their drive back to Philly. Regan was very pretty, almost the complete opposite of Clair. Even not knowing what to expect, I wasn't surprised that Regan was very distant, cold and rude, so was Clair.

During the winter break, I meet a woman and we started to date. She was my age and very sweet. We'd had great talks about everything, even about our dating relationship, were going to take it slow, and see where this could lead. For now we were not dating any one else. I wasn't sure what to expect from Clair when she returned to Chicago, but I knew I'd have to tell her.

My job situation was frosty with Clair at first, but thing warmed up a bit. She did apolgize for lying to me about the open marriage and her behaviour towards me when Regan visited. I told her about my girlfriend and her face looked shocked. "Okay, Vivian, whatever," she said snidely. We went on like employer and employee for the rest of the semester. On my last day with Clair, I was helping her pack up her car, Regan was not there to help. We got back up to the condo, when she grab me from behind. "I want you, this has been unbelievable difficult not to touch and taste you," she whined. I turned around, her arms still on me, "No...I...No, I can't." and I turned to leave.

I never spoke to Professor Clare Wenstrom again. A few weeks after the last time I saw her she fired me in a text. Going back to the condo to leave the keys was sad, but I was glad it was over.