As the warm summer months gave way to fall coolness, Lisa and Tom's renewed sex drive and intimacy continued as the couple opened up their desires and acceptance of their newfound sexuality. While they stopped short of declaring their marriage open, they agreed to communicate more clearly about their desires and interests. Lisa also noticed Tom also seemed more accepting of her smoking and drinking; while she didn't feel as though she was making it habitual, she enjoyed the to express herself without judgement.
This particular Saturday morning, Lisa was driving two hours to her son Kevin's university to meet with his professor about Kevin's possible application to medical school. Kevin, a junior, had always been solid in academics and just recently expressed an interest in studying biomedical engineering, something his dad Tom found exciting since Tom was a software engineer. She thought how great it was she and Tom had managed to put both the kids through school; while Lisa herself graduated with a degree in Business Administration, she really didn't enjoy her college years, more of a result of repressive parents who always made sure they knew what she was doing.
As a result, she mused about not having the opportunity to sew her oats when younger; perhaps that's why she was expressing herself more now. As she considered this, her hands reached for her cigarettes in her purse. As she put the all-white Marlboro between her carefully polished read lips and looked at herself in the mirror, she lit it and took a deep drag. Cracking the window, exhaled a steady stream of white smoke. Looking at the cigarette place firmly between her two very well-manicured, matching red polished fingers, she considered her recent behavior and decided most definitely her current behavior was direct result of society and parents always expecting her to be "good". That shit's changing, she thought to herself, enjoying another slow "fuck the world" drag, idly exhaling as she did so.
Another cigarette later, with time to clear the air with a fully open window, Lisa pulled into campus, navigating her way to the administration building. Parking, she pulled out her iPad to check the schedule and office location. Professor Steven Calderson, Office 2601. Perfect. Locking the car, she started walking up the sidewalk to a compact 3 story brick building.
"Mom!" came a call from behind. She turned and saw Kevin in a slow jog to her. He stood just shy of six feet with a soccer player build, well-trimmed dark brown hair, and handsome features reminiscent of a young Tom Hanks. He threw his arms around her in a big hug, raising her slightly off her feet.
"Easy there, big fella," she laughed, returning the hug and hoping he didn't smell any smoke on her. He let her go, kissed her cheek and smiled back at her. She fixed her calf length dressed and made sure no wrinkles were showing. Walking side by side, they entered the building.
"Come on, I'll show Professor Calderson's office," he offered. "He's a great guy and been a huge help in helping me figure out the programs."
"Great," she replied, envisioning a bearded older man in an Oxford sweater and a pipe. Moments later, they navigated their way to a wooden door emblazoned with university logo and Calderson's nameplate. Kevin knocked three times and both heard the professor invite them in. As they entered, Lisa noticed a large well-organized office with an older but well kept wooden desk, two visitor chairs and another empty conference table.
Professor Calderson was nothing like her vision. Lisa was bit taken aback to find a short, stocky, well-built younger guy (maybe mid 30s) dressed in slacks, blazer, untucked shirt. Lisa couldn't help but notice he had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. He was the best-looking professor she had certainly ever met. Clean-shaven, with face curving into a sweet, easy smile, he reached out to shake her hand.
"Well, Mrs. Swanson, such a pleasure to meet the mom of one my best student's," he greeted her, hand wrapping hers and lingering a bit longer than Lisa thought he should. Kevin laughed.
"Professor, you say that to all the parents, " he said. Calderson smiled and gestured to his visitor chairs.
"Please, sit. Can I get you some water?" he offered. Lisa and Kevin declined appreciatively and Calderson reached for two full color brochures, passing them over to them. As he moved the papers around, Lisa couldn't help but notice his strong hands -- clearly in good shape, probably time in the weight room. Calderson reviewed the brochures, with Kevin asking questions, and Lisa occasionally interjecting. After thirty minutes, Calderson sat back.
"And there you have it. We have a couple of more items to cover on financing and scholarships, if you feel like discussing those items," he said.
"Shoot, professor, I can't. Soccer practice is starting," Kevin said. He looked at Lisa. "Mom, could you cover it for me?" Lisa nodded.
"Sure, honey, I've got it. We can talk later tonight," she offered. Kevin rose as Calderson did and they shook hands.
"Thanks, Professor, this was awesome," he said, leaning over his kiss his mom's cheek. Kevin left, closing the door behind him. Calderson smiled at her.
"You have one great kid," he said, "and I'm not just saying that." Lisa grinned.
"Professor Calderson, you are too kind, thank you," she replied, looking into those deep blue eyes. A shiver went down her back into her thighs -- the cool weather? He waved her off.
"Please, call me Steve," he said, gathering papers and moving from behind the desk. "Let's sit at the conference table, I can show you the details better."
They moved to the large round table in the corner of the room, sitting next to each other. As he laid out the documents, their hands occasionally touched -- on purpose, she wondered? Maybe he's just a tactile person, she thought. Moments later, she found his calf nonchalantly -- or was it? -- touching her leg, with some pressure. As he leaned over, she could smell a light touch of aftershave. She determined the touching was deliberate, and found she liked it. What harm was there?
Once Calderson exhausted all the details, he gathered the documents, stood and went back to his desk to get a folder. Placing the materials in the folder, he extended it and his hand out. Lisa stood and took it.
"It's been a pleasure, Mrs. Swanson," he shook her hand slowly, languorously, seeming not to want to let go.
"Please, Steve, it's Lisa," she replied. Their eyes met. Without hesitating, he pulled her close and gave her a chaste, one armed hug, which she returned. It lingered a moment longer than necessary and, just before it became awkward, he gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. Pulling apart slightly, but with him still grasping her hand, he smiled at her.
"Lisa, it's been great getting to know you. I hope you don't mind my hug, just like to make things more personal and familiar," he offered. She smiled in return.
"Not at all, I find it sweet," she replied, kissing him back on the cheek. They broke apart and she turned to leave. As her hand reached for the knob, she felt him unusually close behind her. Suddenly, she felt two hands slide over her voluptuous hips and pull her back. She felt his hot breath on her neck, then his soft lips kissed just behind her right ear.
"How sweet?" he whispered huskily. She froze. His lips kissed along her neck, then down the exposed part of her shoulder. She shuddered, speechless, and Steve pulled her hard back against him, lips now more aggressively kissing her bare skin. She moaned lightly.
"Steve," she whispered, "we can't do this." She found her arm raising above her shoulder to wrap around his head. His hands rose up over her stomach and clutched both her breasts.
"I want you," he breathed, "married moms are so hot. Tell me you don't want this." His hands squeezed roughly and she jumped slightly, both in surprise at the roughness and good feeling. She went to turn around but his strong hands kept her in place.
"No, it's better this way. I want to fuck you," he said assertively. She gave up her desire to turn and face him, instead reaching behind to feel his hardness. God, he was already rock hard, she thought. Hmmmm, not as long as her husband Tom, or even neighbor Matt, but he was definitely thicker. He kept assaulting her ears and bare skin with rough kisses and less than gentle nibbles. Don't leave marks, she thought, but didn't want him to stop. He continued kneading her breasts, rubbing the hard nipples through the dress and bra.
Suddenly, he turned back into the room and pushed her roughly against the conference room table. She dropped the folder of brochures onto the floor, startled by his move and roughness. She found herself turned on by the aggressiveness and apparently loss of her own control. She again tried to turn.
"No," he said firmly, "this is how I want it." With that, he leaned her over the table with one hand on the back of her neck. She found her cheeks pressed against the smoot veneer of the table and felt his other hand slide up her dress above her waist. He pulled down her bikini panties and felt them slide down to her ankles. Bare assed exposed in the office of a man she just met, she was surprised to find how wet she was.
Steve kept his hand forcefully on the top of her back to keep her in position while his other hand slid between her legs. She felt hist strong hand spread her legs apart, his thumb sliding over the crack of her ass, landing precisely over her asshole, like he was about to push a button. His fingers found their way over her wet pussy, moving her lips apart, roughly fingering her clit. She couldn't help but moan.
"Tell me," he urged.
"Tell you what?" she replied, her body surrendering to this man's ministrations. His thumb pushed firmly into her ass up to the knuckle and she grimaced in a mixture of surprise and pleasure.
"Tell me you are my little married slut," he said, thumb playing in her ass while his hand stroked her enlarged clits. Waves of pleasure surged through her body.
"What...I can't think when you are doing that," she moaned. His thumb went deeper and two fingers went into her pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp and loud moan. His hand continued his assault on her ass and pussy while she suddenly noticed the other hand was no longer on her neck. She understood when she heard the clanking of his belt buckle and unzipping of his pants. His hand was replaced by the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy.
"Tell me you are a married mom slut who wants cock," he insisted. He rubbed his cock all over her wetness then up to her ass. She moaned with pleasure.
"God, yes, don't tease me...I'm...I'm your slut wife who needs that hard cock," she offered, hoping he'd stop teasing and fill her hungry pussy.
