Note: All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age. This story was based on an actual event but names have been changed to protect two of the people still living. Events have been compressed for sake of time and space and took place before there was a need to practice safe sex.
It was only two weeks before the fall semester would be back in session so Marlene and I were busy getting ready for the big event. I usually spent the morning in my office talking to students or getting copies of tests and handouts stapled. Marlene on the other hand worked all day and usually into the early evening making sure student schedules were complete and professor's classes were reasonably balanced.
When I pulled into the driveway Friday evening Marlene was already home and talking to our next door neighbor, Edith, across the fence; actually a line of thick, chest high trimmed shrubs. I greeted them and gave Marlene a quick kiss so she could continue her conversation. As the girls talked I moved one of my hands up the back of Marlene's skirt and gave her sweet ass cheeks a few gentle squeezes. I showed deep interest in their conversation as my hand rubbed, pinched, and patted the sweetest ass in the neighborhood.
My hand trailed lower to the space between her legs where it was warm and very often damp. A smile broke out on my face and Marlene paused her conversation and smiled back. What my fingers found in the dark, damp recess between her smooth thighs was evidence that someone else had been there since I had last explored it early that morning. The crotch of her panties was stiff from someone's dried semen that had oozed from her cunt; I knew it would be a very exciting evening.
I pretended to scratch my nose so I could enjoy the aroma of the nectar I had discovered but Marlene immediately knew what I was up to and announced to Edith that she had to get inside so we could get dinner ready. We said our good nights and headed inside the house where we could share the adventures of her day.
By the time I put my brief case down Marlene was bent over the kitchen counter with her skirt up asking, "Was there something in my panties you found interesting?"
I quickly moved behind her and pulled her panties down then dropped to my knees; I kissed her flanks and the cheeks of her ass. I could clearly see her pubic hair was matted with dried semen and several small spots of dried fluid on the inside of her thighs. I inhaled the musky aroma of her juices mixed with someone's cum but decided to forego the taste test and stood up and drove my cock into her sloppy cunt. As I pulled back on her hips Marlene pushed against me with her arms.
Our bodies smacked together and I teased her with, "Edith is listening to us fuck. She is touching her wet cunt listening for you cry out."
Marlene loved the thought of someone listening or even watching her fuck.
She didn't hold back and began to wail, "Oooh yes Daddy, make me cum! Fuck me harder Daddy!" on and on until she went limp on the counter.
Before she moved away from the counter I pulled up her panties so she could capture her second load of gooey cream for the day. She turned around and dropped to her knees to give me a good cleaning. We held each other in our arms and kissed gently for several minutes before we started moving around to fix dinner. We sipped wine as we cooked dinner and talked about her conversation with Edith about her resent trip to Jamaica. We wanted to wait until we were through eating to share other details of her day so we would not be distracted.
It was dark outside by the time we were ready to sit down to eat; I was wearing my boxers and Marlene was wearing her gooey wet, lacy pink, bikini panties. I poured more wine, lit candles, and put on some light jazz. Once we finished eating and cleared the table she was ready to tell me about her day.
I poured another glass of wine as she set the background with, "Do you remember the older Harvard professor you met at the university's Christmas party last year?"
I thought for a minute then replied, "Yes, he was tall with a white beard. I believe he was quiet old, wasn't he?"
She replied, "He is now eighty-two and yes he was the tall fellow with the white beard."
I immediately started thinking, Wow! Where is this going to go? Then she began to tell her story:
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I went the Professor's office this afternoon to go over his schedule of classes and student load rather than having him to come to the admin office and have to climb all the steps there. I knocked gently on his office door then stuck my head in;
"Dr. Paul I apologize for stopping by without an appointment...."
He turned in his swivel chair and cut me short by saying, "A beautiful woman does not need an appointment to see a man my age. You are always welcome to stop by any time."
I blushed slightly and thanked him for the compliment. The compliment was not a pick up line or an attempt to hit on me; I truly felt it came from the heart.
As he looked over the schedule I looked around his office. His impressive credentials hung on the walls where there were spaces without book shelves. He had a window that looked out over the campus center where students would soon be rushing to and from classes. In the center of the room was a settee, a beautiful antique Queen Anne piece that was a narrow half stool and half sofa.
When he saw my interest in it he said, "I had that moved from my house so I can rest between classes."
I commented how pretty it was and he nodded agreement.
As he studied the schedule he accidentally knocked some papers off the desk and onto the floor. I moved to pick them up for him but was not able to be very lady like with the short skirt I was wearing. When I looked up I caught him looking up my skirt.
He did not divert his eyes so I said with a coy smile, "Professor, a gentleman would avert his eyes to allow a girl some modesty."
But he replied, "Perhaps when I was younger I would have but at my age I have to take advantage of every opportunity to enjoy such a beautiful site of a beautiful woman. Please forgive me."
The comment almost broke my heart so I replied, "Then, if you won't think badly of me, please enjoy the view."
I opened my legs a bit more and he smiled. I was glad that I had worn a pair of lacy pink, bikini panties instead of my usual white cotton ones. When I stood up he thanked me but I wasn't sure if it was for picking up the papers or the peek up my dress. I put the papers on his desk and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He slowly stood up and wrapped me in his arms and just held me for several minutes; I could feel his whole body tremble. I enjoyed the feel of his tall body against me and the aroma of the cherry pipe tobacco which permeated his clothing.
