Dr. Scott Gardner parked his beemer in the valet parking at the executive golf club. The door was opened for him and he stepped out, handing the young man his key. He shoved the redemption tag into his pocket and walked into the club's lobby. Presenting his invitation, he was directed to the banquet room where one of the local universities was holding its promotion luncheon. He was there at the invitation of a friend who was being promoted to full professor.
Scott felt like he belonged here with these over educated, full of themselves yuppies. Single, thirty years old, he held PhD's in Psychology and Behavior Science. Having cleared his afternoon, his usual modus operandi was to hit on a horny thirty or forty something woman. Then, spend the remainder of the afternoon fucking her tight pussy and her ass, if he could get it. As he waited in the receiving line, he spotted Professor Corrine Hopkins. He had bedded her before, so it promised to be a comfortable and very satisfying afternoon. Her dowdy cloths belied the fact that she was a hot pants fucking machine. She also could suck cock like no one else he knew. Fat ass, bit of a tummy, she was comfortable and she loved to have her big floppy tits fucked. A chubby little body a guy could fuck all day and yes, she loved to get it in her well cushioned ass. Scott decided to spend the afternoon enjoying every hole in the professor's pleasantly pump body.
Stepping into the receiving line to meet those featured at the event, he shook hands with his friend and moved on down the line. The last couple was a man that was being promoted to dean of something. As he approached the new dean, Scott found himself standing before the man's wife. When their eyes met, he was stopped in his tracks. She offered him her hand. As he took it for a hand shake, he thought, "What an elegant creature!" He had never been this close to a more stunning woman than the green eyed beauty smiling at him at that instant. And, an enchanting smile it was. Standing five foot eight or nine, she appeared to have a "Marilyn Monroe" figure, 36CorD, 24, 36. After releasing her hand, he shook her husband's hand, a man he knew to be Robert Landreau. Usually very good with names, he was so taken by Robert's wife that her name went right by him.
To Scott's delight, Corrine had found a place at a table in the center front of the room. It would allow him to sit next to her and face the podium. Since her husband was the featured speaker, he knew that the fair Missus Landreau would be seated on the platform. Scott also knew that her husband would introduce his lovely wife. He sat down next to Corrine, "Scotty! How are you doing?"
"I'm good Corrine, how are you?"
"Better now with you sitting here next to me. I'll be much better if you will spend the afternoon filling me up. Satisfying my itch with that tool you have hanging between your legs. Not to mention what you do to me with your tongue and fingers. Annd Scotty, the way you handle my big ol' tits, umm nobody does it better..."
"Ahh professor, professor, such a naughty little girl. Hubby not satisfying you like he should?"
"Oh Scotty, you know him. He thinks that once we pass forty, we should be satisfied with it once every couple of months or so. That just doesn't do it for me. But, to make things worse, I've always got one or two seniors or grad students that want to get into my pants, hands on my tits or both. Damn, they turn me on. But, you and I both know, that's still a good way to see my position and credentials go down the drain, even with tenure. Then there's my friend Scotty who takes care of that for me once and awhile. I had a little thing going with our minster a little while ago, when he and his wife were on the outs. Gawd, could he fuck, almost like you. I know you are one of the biggest playboys around. But, what do you say? Can we get it together when this thing is over?"
"Yeah Corrine, I can handle that. I always like getting my hands on those big tits of yours and I the feeling of being up inside your snug little pussy. I sure like that well cushioned, tight little ass of yours, too."
Corrine giggled, "OK but, we shouldn't get to graphic here, someone might overhear us..."
After the speeches and the lunch plates had been removed, those on the platform began to mingle with the crowd. Scott watched Catherine move about the room. When she was close to his table, he excused himself to use the restroom. Raising just as she was about to pass by his table, he found himself face to face with the lovely Catherine Landreau, "Doctor Gardner!" she greeted him.
"Missus Landreau..." Scott responded, "You remembered my name."
"Oh sir, I asked the lady sitting next to me who you were. My oh my, your reputation precedes you." Just being in his presence stirred something within her that she didn't want to define, or even acknowledge. Catherine was in fact a married woman.
Scott smiled, then said, "Oh, well then please, madam, tell me what reputation is it that precedes me?"
Catherine smiled a beautiful smile that caused her green eyes to sparkle like well cut emeralds. Scott could not get over the sheer beauty and innocense of this woman. If he didn't know she was married, he would swear she was a virgin. It might be just his opinion, but Catherine Landreau had to be the most exquisite woman he had ever met. Also, he had to admit that she stirred an attraction in him that, in all his knowledge, he could not define, or in any manner describe.
Catherine told him that the woman said he held PhD's in Psychology and Behavior Science. That she went on to portrayed him as a lady's man. "She said you would leave here today with one woman that you will take to bed for the afternoon. Then you will be at the reception tonight and take another woman to bed for the night, or at least most of the evening."
Scott chuckled, "That fairly well wraps up my MO."
Catherine continued, "She also said that you didn't seem to care if they were married or not. Is that sir, your intention with me?"
"No ma'am." was his quick response, adding, "You, Missus Landreau, are above anything like that."
"Oh? What makes you think that of me?" she asked. Turning over in her mind how quick he responded to her question.
"You my lady, have too much class and sheer elegance to be treated like that. You possess a certain innocense I cannot find the words to describe. But, it places you head shoulders above most of the women here, today. Will you be here tonight?"
Catherine had never heard a man, especially a playboy, describe her like that. "Class?" "Sheer elegance?" an undescribable "innocense?" she thought turning his words over in her mind, "Boy, he is smooth and with his credentials, extremely dangerous." But, she could not help thinking, "Still, there is something inside me that this man causes to stir and I am having a hard time dismissing it." Trying diligently to remember that she is in fact a married woman, in a guarded response she replied, "Yes, I will be here tonight with my husband. He is kind of the star of the event. Will you be here?"
He contemplated her answer for a few moments, then said, "Yes, I will. I guess you are just an accessory to your husband's stardom..."
Catherine's smile disappeared and her emerald green eyes became a stormy dark green. She wanted to ask him what exactly did he mean by that comment. But, she was afraid of his response. So, she just said, "I'll see you tonight, Doctor." and stepped around him.
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As soon as Scott entered the reception hall that evening, he began looking for Catherine. He spotted her by the drink table. To make it look like he was not there just to talk to her, he moved around the side of the room. Greeting those he knew, he kept an eye on her movements. If the truth be known, had he not met Catherine earlier that day and knew she would be here tonight, he would have rather stayed in the arms of the comfortable Corrine. Giving the appearance that he was on his way to get a drink, he managed to meet the lovely Catherine face to face, again.
"Good evening, Missus Landreau."
"Good evening to you, Doctor Gardner."
"Madam? I must apologize for my remark about you as just an accessory... I didn't intend to hurt your feelings, or demean you in anyway."
