The most seductive thing about Nathalie was the fact that she was utterly forbidden. She was a first year undergrad at my college, and I am a married man, dependent on my job and in deep shit if I should lose it. The consequences on my part were about as serious as they could get were I to be caught in a compromising situation with one of my students. But, as I say, that was the most seductive thing about her. The devil on my left shoulder kept whispering in my ear all the way through that first semester, and I was experienced enough with female undergrads to be able to distinguish the merely flirty from the serious propositions.
The first time it struck me that Nathalie was up for it was when she returned to my room half an hour after my tutorial law class had ended to collect her keys that she'd "accidentally" left behind on the floor. The keyring attached to them gave her room number and mobile number, and when she knocked shyly on my door to see if I had found them I saw she had been back to her room to change. Clearly she either had a second set of keys or she had left her room open. Either way, what I chiefly saw was a gorgeous nineteen year-old in a white blouse and short skirt looking up at me with a curious look in her eyes.
It was the belly button that did it for me. The blouse was one of those short ones that tied across the midriff exposing her stomach. That and the fact that she'd undone the top three buttons to expose more than a hint of red lacy bra - and the skirt that didn't quite reach her knees - meant that what I was mainly faced with was nubile young flesh. And she knew how to flaunt it.
I knew Nathalie was dating Guy - a final year student in the physics department. She knew I was married to Gaynor, at 34 six years my junior and a researcher at a lab on the outskirts of town. Gaynor is smoking hot, and I knew if ever I strayed it would not be because I had lost any desire for her but simply because a man, however regularly he feats on caviar and fine wine, will occasionally prefer a helping of tender lamb.
I kept Nathalie talking a while that afternoon and we eyed each other up in the way that predators eye their prey before pouncing. When she finally left with her keys I had promised to call by later that day with a book I had mentioned being useful to her course and that I believed was in the Old Library - a venue only accessible by staff. She said she'd be in around 11 PM and I was welcome to drop by.
When I called at 11 that night she answered the door in a bathrobe and negligee. The room, a student single room containing only a single bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a couple of shelves showed the feminine touch. She had laid a rug on the floor, decorated the walls with ballet posters and put fresh flowers in vases on the windowsill and desk. An iPhone in a dock was playing Chopin and the room was lit by a single vanilla scented candle. It was warm. She had the heating on high, and she had poured herself a glass of wine. She now went over to the small sink in the adjoining bathroom to fetch me a glass and poured me one too. It was chianti. As she gave it to me she slipped off the bathrobe and sat on the bed in a pale grey silk negligee that finished halfway up her thighs and through which I could clearly see two pert and erect nipples.
I decided to savour the moment. I slipped off my jacket and shoes and sipped the wine while I asked her about herself and her life at the college so far. She played along, telling me all about her family and her home town and saying complimentary things about my course and the way I impressed her with my knowledge of the context behind each of the cases we discussed. At one point she teasingly lifted a leg and pushed my knee with her toe. I caught her foot and stroked it.
"Mmmm, that feels nice" she said, lying back and stretching her leg out to me so I could continue stroking it.
"Well, I should hope so, Nathalie," I said "considering all the practice I've had over the years at massage."
"Well, if you want to practise on me, be my guest!" she said softly.
I moved over to the bed and put my hands to her neck. I drew her towards me and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Her tongue flicked into my mouth and we stayed together in an open mouthed kiss for about a minute while I fumbled my belt off and removed my trousers. She unbuttoned my shirt and I pushed her onto the bed as I slipped off my boxers. My cock was already fully erect and she saw it and reached down to stroke it. I could tell she intended to take my cock into her mouth, and that is always a wonderful feeling of course when you are a forty year old man and a nineteen year old girl is sucking your sperm into her nubile young mouth, but on this occasion I just wanted to fuck her cunt and ejaculate into her.
I gently tugged her negligee and she obligingly slipped it off. her tits were amazing. I sucked one of her nipples and tweaked the other gently between thumb and forefinger. while I stroked her cunt with the other hand. It was already streaming wet and I parted her thighs and positioned myself to penetrate her.
"Just don't cum inside me," she whispered as I entered her.
