by Jessica Sin
“Thanks. You’re sweet. But I really need a hot shower right about now. Oh, and I almost forgot…”
She bent down and took his wet flaccid penis in her mouth and quickly sucked the fluids off. Her tongue quickly ran laps around the sensitive area of his head and around the length of the shaft.
“Oh fuck…” he panted as she finished using her mouth on his cock.
“There, now you don’t have to go through the troubles of wiping anything off,” she said with a wink.
“Next time we get to do something together, I want that! Your mouth feels as good as your pussy does.”
She smiled, “Well, you’ll have your chance sooner rather than later. Start packing some of your stuff and put them in my bedroom. With a cock like yours, you’ll be sleeping in my bed from now on.”
Tom watched as Karen turned away, still smiling, and picked up her pants and left. She was still naked from the waist down. And his eyes were locked onto her rear-end as her luscious ass checks swayed from side to side as she headed up the stairs.
The End
Compulsion
I’ve always been close with my professor. But in recent years we kind of went our own way, with me going off to law school, and her eventually moving in with her fiancee.
But in this past year, both of us faced an unexpected change which led to something that neither of could have ever predicted.
It started when Becky was laid off from her job due to California’s budget cuts. Around that same time, she and her fiancee agreed to mutually spit up. Some timing huh? But at least it was an amicable break-up and there weren’t any hard feelings whatsoever.
Thankfully she was able to land another teaching job fairly quickly, but the dilemma she faced was that she would have to move to another state. Looking for something new in life, she took that opportunity, and that’s where things developed between us.
Compulsion
It was early in the morning when I showed up to help my professor pack her stuff. Her ex-fiancee, Dave, was off at work and he didn’t mind me being there with her.
We were in the living room, and in between putting her things in boxes and carrying her books for her, I picked up a picture frame of her running past the finish line during a marathon in San Francisco. It was something she liked to do annually for both person achievement and charity awareness.
“Not bad for a 46 year old woman huh?” she asked proudly when she saw me looking at it.
I also couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked at that moment, with her hair tied in a pony tale, her eye glasses shining, and a look of pride of her face. She was barefoot, wearing a simple outfit consisting of gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt.
“Not bad for any age. Seriously, I know I couldn’t do it.”
She smiled, “That’s because you never try.”
“Good point,” I replied. “But even if I did, there’s no way I could finish as early as you did. That’s one heck of an accomplishment. You always did have a lot of heart ya know.”
“Thank you. Have a seat. I want to show you some pictures.”
I sat down on the couch and she turned around to rummage through a box, pulling out a photo album. She sat down next to me and opened it while it was on her lap.
“I managed to make the top twenty percentile of all the participants. So not bad for a woman my age.”
She pointed to a picture of her celebrating with her ex-fiancee, and she was drenched in sweat with a big smile on her face.
“Jeez, I had no idea you were in such great shape,” I said.
“Like you said, it takes a lot of heart, and it was worth it for charity. That was my last time running a marathon since it wears your body down, so I gave it my all. These days I stick mainly to pilates and yoga.”
“Whatever works for you. But if you don’t mind me asking, what happened between you and Dave? You two look so happy together in this picture.”
She sighed, “He really is a nice guy. In fact, he’s a great guy. But at the end of the day we’re just two different people. If I want to watch science programs at night, he wants to watch reality tv. If I want to go hiking during the weekends, he wants to stay home and relax. And I suppose the fact that he works with attractive young models all day at the fashion agency doesn’t help our relationship either.”
“You mean he’s cheated on you?”
“No, I didn’t mean that. But it’s hard to compete for attention with women who are literally half my age. You wouldn’t understand,” she said with an emotional tone.
I patted the back of her shoulder. “I do understand. And there are plenty of guys out there who actually prefer older women. I know I do.”
“You do? That’s news to me. I’ve only seen you with college coeds. Besides, it seems like all the younger guys who lust after mature women are only looking for that novelty one-night-stand. I’ve never had any interest in doing that.”
“That’s because you’re a classy woman,” I replied.
She gave me a look of appreciation. “So what’s going on with your love life these day? Dating anyone new? Is she older? Anything serious?”
“No…well…not exactly. She’s around my age and we’re just keeping it casual. Nothing serious.”
“So all that talk of you liking older women was just to make me feel better huh?” she questioned.
“I actually meant what I said about that. Honestly. I’ve always admired the grace and class that older women carry. They’re smarter and much more elegant. And I prefer the way they look over younger woman. You would be a perfect example of everything I just said. I think Dave is a real fool for letting you go and not giving you the attention you deserve.”
She suddenly grabbed me by the neck with both hands, pulled me towards her just as she leaned forward, and give me a simple kiss on the lips. It only lasted a second.
“That’s for being a real gentlemen and for making me feel special,” she said as she let me go.
I paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling of her lips. “That felt…that felt nice.”
“Why do I get the feeling you enjoyed that a little too much?” she asked playfully. “You’re hooking up with a girl your own age and I’m sure she does a lot more than give you quick kisses on the lips.”
“Sure she does. But…it’s hard to explain. It just feels nice from you.”
She looked over at the clock. “It’s 9 am on a Friday morning. I’m leaving tomorrow and I won’t be seeing you until at least a few months after. Have you got anything better to talk about?”
I paused for a moment. “I know I’m going to regret telling you this, but you’ve always been my ideal woman. Whenever I go out on a date with someone new, if she doesn’t have your qualities, then I’m not interested. You’ve really set the standards for me. So to have a kiss from a woman like you is like a dream come true.”
“I…I had no idea you felt that way,” she said with a genuine tone. “I had always assumed you were like most boys who can’t wait to get away after they graduate because they don’t need to be taught anymore. I mean, gosh, is this even normal?”
“I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned that. Let’s just get back to packing.”
She put her hand on my leg for a moment to stop me. “No. I apologize if I came across as being judgmental. I’m not upset. But I am a little curious about this, that’s all. My friends who are around my age tell me about how their students rarely ever call or visit them once they’re out on their own.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sure their kids don’t have a professor that looks like you,” I replied honestly.
“That’s very sweet of you to say. Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure.”
She took a deep breath, “I get the feeling that this is more than just about personality. Are you…have you ever been…attracted to me? How did it start?”
“Is this really necessary?”
“To me it is,” she replied with complete sincerity. “My biggest regre
t these past few years is that we kind of drifted apart with you going off to law school and me moving in with my former boyfriend turned ex-fiancee. I know I would deeply regret it if I moved to another state without getting to the bottom of how you truly feel about me.”
I paused and thought for a second before replying, “When you would let me come over to escape that stuff at home, I would occasionally come in to find you asleep with your blouse slightly open. It was the first time I had ever seen a bare breast and I never forgot it. I tried catching glimpses of you over the years, and sometimes I was successful, and sometimes I wasn’t. Since then you became the standard for what I looked for in a woman, both physically and personality wise.”
“I certainly wasn’t expecting to hear that…”
“I’m sure you weren’t. I never thought I’d find myself explaining that to you.”
She put a hand over her heart as an emotional gesture. “I’m actually very flattered by this. I’m flattered that you would think this way about me. I know it’s strange and not exactly common, but I’m really touched.”
“I’m just glad you haven’t freaked out and sworn to never talk to me again,” I joked. “You’ve always been such a cool and understanding professor. And I guess it hasn’t really hit me yet that you’ll be moving away to Arizona and I won’t be able to see you whenever I want.”
“One foot in front of the other is what I like to say. We’ve all got to move on sometime. I love my life here. But I have a great job offer teaching science over there which pays well, along with having more students to work with. I also get to meet new people and experience a new environment. I’m not getting any younger you know.”
“But won’t you miss San Francisco and all it has to offer? You’ve lived in this area your whole life.”
She smiled, “Of course I will. But like I said, new experiences. And let’s not act like I have no other benefits from living there. I’ll finally get to work on my tan all year round among other things…”
“Among other things? You sound like you have something up your sleeve?”
“Not really,” she replied with a coy and mischievous look.
“Wait a second, after everything I’ve told you where I risked total humiliation, you’re still keeping secrets from me? Come on, what ‘other things’ are you talking about?”
“You’ve always been too curious for your own good,” she said with a smile. “But I guess you get that from me. To tell you the truth, I would get to enjoy roaming around my own place naked again. There’s obviously a lot of hot weather and sunshine here in California, but I just see at it as an extra perk that comes with a new job and a new state to live in.”
“Oh…” I gasped. “I wasn’t expecting to hear that.”
“So it looks like both of us learned something new about each other this morning.”
“You’ve got that right,” I replied. “Dave is a real idiot for letting you go.”
“I wouldn’t use harsh language like that, but I felt more comfortable being naked and he didn’t. That was another source of contention between us. It’s not that he minded seeing me bare while I cooked or graded school papers, but rather he didn’t want to join in which made things awkward. Most men are insecure with their bodies, which I think is really unfortunate.”
A warm tingly feeling crept through my body and I started getting aroused.
“You cooked and graded school papers while you were naked?” I asked rhetorically. “You’ve officially become even more perfect in my book.”
She laughed, “Thanks I guess. I’m glad you think so. All my life I’ve always felt comfortable without the constraint of having to wear clothes. It gives me a sense of profound freedom. And I do my best thinking while undressed, which is why I like to grade school papers naked, not to mention writing articles for the school newspaper or online publications. If the scientific community only knew…”
“Yeah, I bet those nerds would have a serious nerdgasm knowing how you like to write. And I bet your classes would be packed with male students if they knew how their teacher liked to grade their papers,” I joked.
“Hey, those ‘nerds’ are my friends. And students only come to my class to learn. Got it mister?”
“Got it. So when you’re unpacking in your new place in Arizona, I take it you’ll be doing it while unclothed right?”
“Gosh, you won’t leave this alone will you? And this whole time I thought we were having a mature and enlightening conversation,” she replied.
“We are, but it’s hard for me to overlook the fact that you are a secret nudist.”
“Do you think it’s any easier for me to overlook the fact that you like older women? You don’t hear me making wise-cracks about that do you?”
I paused for a moment, “Good point. What an educational day.”
“Look…” she said in a moment of candor. “This may sound a bit out there, but by your own admission, you have a certain interest in me, and I’ve just told you I have a thing for nudism, so why not make this a special day before I leave?”
“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” I asked nervously, with a hint of excitement.
She nodded. “Why don’t we just get naked and get this whole thing over with. You won’t have to spend the rest of your life wondering what I look like fully nude, and I finally get to experience the freedom of nudism with someone who I truly love and who appreciates what I have to offer. What do you say?”
“I say that sounds like a freaking awesome idea. Dave’s probably gonna kill us if he finds out that we pranced around his house naked- but hey, it’ll be worth it.”
She chuckled, “Actually, I doubt that.“
She stood up and placed her glasses on the counter. And she followed that up by undoing her ponytail, letting her long hair fall freely. I could see her breathing become heavy as she bent down to remove her sweat pants, revealing her thin and nicely toned legs. Then off came her t-shirt, revealing her thin upper body with it’s small breasts. She stood in only her bra and panties.
“What do you think so far?” she asked with her hands raised high.
I looked her body over and replied, “I think you’re perfect as far as I’m concerned. You’re the reason why I love older women.”
Her face lit up with pride and she got the confidence she needed to reach back and undo her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She bent down and did the same thing with her panties, letting them drop to her ankles and kicking them away with the tip of her foot. My eyes examined every inch of her, taking in her small but slightly hanging breasts, and her large brown nipples which stood in stark contrast to her fair skinned body. Her crotch had neatly trimmed pubic hairs and I could see her dark brown labia protruding below it.
My heart pounded as my long fantasy of seeing her completely naked had finally come true.
“God you’re beautiful,” I told her. “You’re amazing. Even better than I ever could have imagined.”
“You always were a charmer. Now it’s your turn. Let’s see what you’ve got underneath those clothes.”
I remained seated and pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it on the other end of the couch.
“And the rest of it?” she asked.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. Can I take a rain check?”
She put her hands on her naked hips and gave me a stern look. “A little shy all of a sudden?”
“It’s not that,” I replied. “It’s just…you know how these things go. You’re a beautiful woman. And you’re naked. You can see where I’m going with this.”
She raised a single eyebrow, “Are you erect?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of sweetie. It’s a perfectly normal human reaction, and in my life experience, men’s penises pretty much look the same. So stop being such a wimp and get naked already.”
“Okay, if you insist.”
I took off my socks, stood up, and in simple
movement, I dropped my shorts and underwear to reveal my fully naked body.
She squinted her eyes and leaned her head forward, looking at my crotch. “I thought you said you were erect? Are you cold or something?”
“You better be joking or else I’m unpacking all the things I helped pack.”
“I’m kidding!” she shouted with a laugh. “I couldn’t resist taking a jab at your delicate ego. You’re a perfectly healthy young man. And whoever you’re currently seeing is a very lucky young woman.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “So what now? Do we just hang around doing naked stuff together? Or do we just sit down and enjoy our nakedness? I’m new to this.”
