Our May-December relationship is built on a mutual understanding of our needs and desires. The connection we have is uncanny, and I'm glad for all the things we can experience together so long as it lasts.
You had just been through a messy divorce when we met. You had searched chatrooms for a little release of sexual tension, and I just happened to be a little bored that day and doing the same. We exchanged stats and some of the formalities, "How are you?" and the like. I was quite surprised to find that you were a gentleman about things, not asking anything too crude but always hinting gently. You admired that I reacted the same to you, telling me that I was a refreshing presence. We laughed a bit and compared notes on others we had met that evening. Yes, we did eventually get to our favorite subject, sex, but I will always remember how sweet you were at first. That gentleness continues to this day...in most things, that is...
By the time we finised talking, it was apparent our desires to explore and experiment were varied but shared. You were never too insistent or forceful but eager to please. On one occasion, we started to delve into a bit of our personal lives. I enjoyed having you open up to me and let me be a "shoulder" for you to cry on. Soon, I myself opened up to you with my own frustrations and anxieties. Somehow, though nearly thirty years apart in age, we bonded and connected. It just seemed we were right for each other at that time and place.
We would always send each other a note for the other to wake up to in the morning. Usually it was an erotic rale of a fantasy we had. This tradition continued even after we decided to meet some two months after our initial conversation.
You only lived about twenty minutes from me, but we spent most nights with each other, anyway. The relationship was progressing nicely, and we were both content.
I'm very glad that I convinced you to go back to teaching at our local private college. I knew you enjoyed the job, but I also knew that it would be fun to tease you about it; me being the innocent young school-girl, and you the experienced, wise professor. It heated our relationship and fantasies to boiling.
One morning, I finally decided to act on our bedroom play in person. This was how it went:
I knock on the door to your office at the school, and open the door slightly. You are sitting at your computer reading. I have dressed for you today in a pleated plaid school-girl mini-skirt, and a white blouse tied under my breasts. I know class is in just under an hour, but I cannot resist seeing you, teasing you.
"Hello, Professor," I smile and sit on the edge of your desk, my tanned legs crossed, skirt riding up.
You make no movement but continue frowning at me. I am confused and lean to place a hand on your knee, but you move it away. "Jennifer, this is quite inappropriate. Im sorry, but you'll have to leave."
I stare at you a moment, baffled a bit. Quickly and without warning, you grab my hair and pull me upright, moving me behind your desk, and over your knee, nearly tearing off my skirt. I feel your cock press into my ass, rubbing along it. I have not heard a zipper open, and suddenly I realize what was on the screen, what you must have been doing before I arrived.