My last appointment of the afternoon was with an eighteen year old co-ed named Tanya Cochran and I confess I was quite nervous. Three weeks into the semester she'd started giving me these incredible come-on looks from her desk in the front row, making it very hard for me to concentrate on the class material. And now she'd handed in an amazingly erotic story for her first assignment, something so hot I was going to have to ask her to revise it, to tone down some of the more provocative bits.
I was nervous mostly because I found her so damn sexy. Her tops were always a little too revealing, her skirts too short, her jeans too tight. And her body! She had one of those incredibly rare figures, trim and slender in the hips and thighs and yet full and heavy in the chest. A tight, tiny little ass, perfectly shaped, and yet tits that bulged and swayed heavily without the constraints of a bra. A walking wet-dream, in other words.
If I were still married, I'm sure I could have resisted her. But I'd been divorced for nearly a year and had not had sex in all that time, though I confess I'd masturbated more than once with Tanya in mind.
When she softly knocked and came into my office I knew I was in trouble. She wore a navy blue blazer over a crisp white shirt, a navy blue skirt, and silky black stockings. The shirt was open damn near to her navel, and the skirt was so short that I could see the stockings attached to the straps of a garter belt. She wore inky black eye shadow and scarlet lip gloss.
"Ms Cochran, thank you for coming. Please have a seat," I croaked. As I stood up I could feel my cock start to erect.
"You wanted to see me about my story, Professor? Didn't you like it?"
"I liked it. I did. It was incredibly well written and you certainly deserve a good grade on it. My only concern is its, how should I say, its eroticism."
"Eroticism?" She made the word sound incredibly dirty.
"Yes. The sexual content. I understand that the whole point was the exploration of your protagonist's fantasies. But for a college paper it was a little too ... sexy."
"You don't like sex?"
"I love sex! Sex is wonderful. But in a college paper, certain things need to be maybe toned down a little."
"Why?"
"Well, certain standards and all that. If the dean were to see a paper like this ..."
"But he won't. I wrote it just for your eyes."
"You did?"
"I knew you wouldn't be shocked. You're a man of experience and can take things in stride. Like my provocative outfit, for example."
"Your outfit?"
"Yes. My schoolgirl outfit, which I wore just for you. And if I stood up and did something like this I know you would take it all in without a fuss."
She really did stand up then and opened the last two buttons on her shirt. She leaned forward over my desk so that her big beautiful tits lolled toward me and I could see the round swells almost to the nipples.
"Ms Cochran I'm not sure this is appropriate," I croaked.
"No? How about this? Is this appropriate?"
She peeled back both halves of her shirt so that both magnificent tits were on full display. She leaned further forward over the desk and the huge mounds swayed down heavily. They were only two feet from my face and my mouth began to water.
"Sometimes the laws of what is appropriate need to be broken, don't you agree, Professor? In real life as well as in fiction."
"Ms Cochran, I don't know what to say," I whispered. I couldn't take my eyes off those gorgeous tits
"You don't have to say anything. Just suck," she smiled. And she took one beautiful breast in her hand and offered it to me like some exotic fruit.
I moved forward and sank my mouth down over one erecting nipple. I began to suck, teasing the nubbin and drawing it up high off its circle of pink. It erected steadily in my mouth.
"There, isn't that nice? Who cares if it's appropriate?" she cooed. Her free hand came around to caress my head and play with my hair.
I moved over to her other tit and began to suck that. This nipple was already stiff, nearly an inch high. It was as hard as a small pebble in my mouth and absolutely delicious. I was in heaven, sucking her tits like my life depended on it.
"I've been wanting you to do this for weeks," she moaned. "And lots of other things besides."
"Like what?" I gasped, pulling my mouth off her throbbing nipple.
"Oh, like this," she grinned. She was suddenly clambering up onto my desk and I heard books and papers crashing to the floor.
She lay back on my desk facing me and propped herself up on her elbows. She gazed back at me with a sly smile as she pulled up her skirt and opened her legs wide. She wore no underpants, and he beautiful shaved pussy was suddenly on full display for me. The lips had parted slightly into a small oval, as if already primed for a cock. There was a tiny pearl of moisture glistening at its apex, right in front of her pretty clit.
"Ms Cochran," I began, as if I had something to say. I didn't, of course. I simply dipped my head between her legs and began to lick her pussy. Her thighs trembled and fell open even wider as I started slurping.
I don't think I've ever eaten a fresher, sweeter, prettier pussy. It was like some delicate little flower that opened wider and wider the more I licked it. First the pulpy outer lips, then the wetter, pinker, more intricate inner lips, rubbery and tender. Finally the tiny bud of her clit, which I diddled up and down, back and forth, like a mini trigger.
