I'd passed the months in agony reliving that night with Dr. Walker. As his ex-orchestra student, I had hungered for him for years, and on that fateful night of my high school graduation, he had given me the fucking of a lifetime. I remember the fire of that night so clearly, his maturity and charisma oozing out of him as he lapped up my cum and then shot out his own inside of my fresh youthful pussy. He'd overtaken me, overpowered me, and conquered me in my cap and gown as I lived in pure ecstasy. It kept me up at night -- the irrevocable fire and fury that he gave me -- and I'd been left in a daze since then, fantasizing to every second of his slender hands wrapped around my waist and his veiny cock plunged inside of me.
We had lost contact after that. External forces pulled him to work halfway across the country, and starting up college, albeit virtually due to the pandemic, I was left to focus on my studies here. He was starting a new life as an orchestra professor, and I knew that there were probably hotter and more limber college-aged students to fuck than me. Not a day went by that I hadn't thought of him, though. The memory of him made me come at least once a week, and sometimes, just when I would say his name, my pussy would begin to throb. God, I would have sacrificed anything in the world to see him again. I would have sacrificed anything to have one hour alone with him.
One chilly Friday afternoon, the fantasy overtook me. I had spent the whole morning masturbating -- on the bed, the shower, the kitchen counter -- I couldn't help reliving the ecstasy he gave me again and again. I'd slip my hand under my lacy thong, just as he did that night, and I'd submerge my fingers inside my dripping pussy just to feel what he felt that night. I'd play with my clit imagining it was his gifted tongue, making me scream and cry as he threatened to plunge his thick cock into me as soon as I finished coming all over his face. I couldn't stop. He had driven me sexually insane.
Between searching up "teacher fucks student" and "professor" on every porn site I could find, I checked the refrigerator for some lunch to keep me going. It was completely bare. I knew that as much as I hated it, I needed to pause my copious amounts of pleasure to buy some groceries. Thus, I half-assed an outfit over my lacy thong, grabbed a face mask or two, and embarked to the local store. It was a difficult drive, I'll tell you that. Swimming in worlds of pleasure, hunger, and animalistic need, it took everything in me to not put an erotic podcast on and pleasure myself in the parking lot. However, I decided that the faster I got out of there, the faster I could go back to making myself cum with my favorite 10-inch dildo.
Rushing in, I was nearly done with my quest as I stopped to grab some spinach with the rest of the leafy greens, and as mist began to shower the produce before I could touch it, I heard him...
"That'll be fine, thank you very much..."
His voice crooned through the aisle, unmistakably and unequivocally his. The Australian tinge in his speech, paired with that mature gravitas of his charisma, I knew it was Dr. Walker. My heart pounded out of my chest, my pussy throbbing so viciously it felt as if it was sounding an alarm. My eyes darted over to the origination of the voice, and by god, was I right. His salt and pepper hair had grayed throughout these missing months and his face mask completely covered his sultry lips, but his unrelenting masculinity and his commandeering stance were just the same. With tight, charcoal grey jeans clinging to his thighs and his immense bulge, it was only perfectly paired with his perfectly tailored leather coat. Noticing heated eyes upon him, he turned to me, and his face became flushed in disbelief. With an ordinary face mask and a bulking winter coat on, I thought I was unrecognizable -- but he knew me. He knew every inch of my body and he knew what passion these darting eyes contained.
"....Anna?"
In shock, I replied, "...Dr. Walker?"
"My god, darling, what are you doing here?" He stood incredulously, his eyes studying every inch of me. It was a fiery blend of confusion, shock, absolute hunger, and primal need. He forgot just how much he needed me.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be halfway across the country teaching young college girls how to play violin?" I was left in a haze. He wasn't supposed to be here. He couldn't be here. He belonged in my darkest fantasies, my deepest web searches, and the loneliest hours of the night -- but not here.
He smirked as he mustered up a reply, "I... I, um, wow. You look stunning, Anna. It's just that... I'm visiting my sister right now. She's going through a divorce and I'm the only person close to her..."
"Couldn't a visit have waited until after the pandemic?"
"Well, uh... I guess you just feel called to do things at a certain time..." He looked from the tips of my coat to my protruding breasts with those all-knowing eyes. "Sometimes you're called to something or somewhere, and who am I to decide that."
And sometimes you're called to a certain dressing room on your high school graduation night. Sometimes you're called to lonely nights screaming his name. Sometimes you're called to a generic grocery store for fate to change your life again with a man you've never forgotten.
"Well, we might not have been able to decide those callings," I countered, "but we sure as hell can make the best of them, can't we?"
"We can, darling, we can..." His brows furrowed with pleasurable intrigue as his crow's feet emerged from the growing smile under his mask. He stepped closer as he set down the produce he'd been holding in hand.
"How are you?" he so kindly interrogated. "Are you well? Have you been staying safe, my dear?"
He toppled over me as his commanding eyes met over mine. A sultry 6'2" compared to my simple frame, he domineered in every way. With a knowing smile, I wholeheartedly replied, "Yes sir, I always put myself and my safety first, and I've just gotten tested last week."
"You have always put yourself first, haven't you? You were so different from your peers, Anna, I hope you still remember that. The way you held your head, the way we could talk of Bizet or Bach for hours, the way you were always willing to try anything new. God, I've missed that... and I've missed putting you -- and your pleasure -- first."
My mouth gaped open, he knew he pierced my heart once again. He knew with every inch of himself that I was completely his -- my hungering body and my helpless soul, all his.
He continued, "I got tested right before my flight a few days ago, so I think we'll be perfectly fine, won't we, love?"
I nodded shyly, enthralled in his piercing blue eyes.
"You were always a bit timid around me, weren't you? Quite speechless most of the time," he stated as he grabbed my face gently with his right hand, brushing my wavy hair off of my reddened cheek.
Before I could offer a rebuttal, he added, "Well, I'd like to correct myself. Your shrieks and pleads were anything but quiet on our night together, now were they?"
I shyly conceded, drawing my eyes to the floor. As he picked my chin up to meet his unrelenting gaze, I replied, "Well, what can I say, you bring out the absolute best in me."
He smirked as he brought his hand down from my quivering chin to the neck of my open coat, dragging his slender fingers down through the zipper line, touching the nape of my neck, my protruding collarbone, and my perked nipples. His eyes glazed over with lust and intrigue as he looked through every inch of my aching body. God, how he missed it. I could feel him battling his urges with everything that he had as he quickly pulled his hand away before he could pinch my protruding left nipple.
