What was I thinking? I am happily married and I was finding this hunk of an eighteen-year-old sexy kid, attractive as hell and I didn’t know what to do. I mean really.
I was teaching physiology and kinetics at a local junior college, while I was still working on my Master’s degree. I am twenty-six, almost ten years older than John, who was a student in my class. I didn’t set out to have an affair with John, it just happened.
The first time I felt really attracted to John was after his first six-week semester exam was completed. He laid the exam on my desk, as I sat and perused through some of my school assignments. He lingered for only a second after sliding his exam onto the desk. I sensed he had a question to ask, so I looked up and found him looking down at me, very serious like. Before I could ask him if he needed any assistance, he turned and walked off without saying a word.
I looked him up on Facebook. WOW! After sorting through his photo album, I found myself mesmerized my one photo of him shirtless and hanging out at the beach with some of his friends. Just looking at the photo made my adrenal glands kick in. I slipped my hand between my legs to adjust my moistened panties.
I had to get to know this guy. He was like a Greek god or a model with his short, jet-black hair and physique. I devised a plan to see where my intuition might lead me.
I told the students that I needed some students for a special project and that I’d post their names on the bulletin board so students could sign up. I checked the bulletin board after a few days, but didn’t see John’s name on the list. After the Friday lecture and homework assignments, I called out John’s name and asked him to come and see me after class.
I settled down into my office chair. I could hear John talking with some of his classmates outside my office door.
“Dude,” one guy said, “She is married.”
“Yeah,” said another, “but even married girls like to mess around.”
“Go for it,” said another, totally oblivious to the fact that I could very easily hear the conversation.
There was a tap at the door.
“Come on in,” I shouted from behind my desk.
John stepped into the room. He was wearing shorts and t-shirt and carrying a backpack.
“Sit down,” I instructed. He took a seat in the chair in front of my desk. My palms were sweaty as I began to talk.
“You didn’t sign up for the special project,” I pronounced.
John cocked his head a little and asked, “Why?”
“I think,” I replied, “You’d be a great fit for the project.”
“What does it involve?” John inquired.
I told him the project involved testing a muscle enhancer and body relaxer product. I chose my words very carefully.
John smiled.
“I’m all ears,” he said.
“You have to be all heart, and mind as well,” I replied.
“OK,” John replied.
The plan was hatched. I was nervous as hell. What if he rejected me? I would feel like a total fool.
I told John that there would be a product presentation at a local hotel conference room in about a week and that I’d text him information about it if he would provide me with his cell number. John gave me his cell number and I wrote it down. As he stood up, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement, knowing that I’d be able to experience this hulk of a young man. He smiled and thanked me for thinking of him, then as soon as he had appeared, he left.
Outside the door, I could hear his friends pelting him with questions as they walked away.
The next day, I reserved a room at a nearby hotel. I was a little nervous and almost backed out, several times.
I had John in of my two classes for the next week. This was going to be tough. It was all I could do to avoid making eye contact with my prospective conquest. On Wednesday, as everyone was leaving the classroom, John walked up to the podium and asked if we were still on for Friday. I told him I was looking forward to seeing him on Friday.
“Should I come a little early?” he asked, a mischievous-like smile crossing his face, as he leaned in on the podium. Oh, God! He was toying with me. I knew it. I leaned forward and whispered,
“That’s up to you,” I replied, with a wink.
“Ok,” John replied, turning and walking off. I had to quickly retreat to the women’s room. My panties were soaked.
I didn’t have to teach on Friday. I had told my husband, Mike, I was going to a symposium that required me to spend the night, and I promised to call him as soon as I got out of the evening sessions. Mike was a good husband and he never put any pressure on me when it came to me pursuing my Master’s degree.
“I’ll miss you,” he dutifully said, as he gave me a peck on the cheek on his way out the door.
“Me too,” I dutifully replied.
Once Mike was gone, I made my way to the shower. I shaved every square inch of my body, save my head. I grabbed a nice sleeveless flower-print sundress from the closet and laid it out on the bed. I snapped on a bra and put on the sundress. This was new and unchartered territory for me. I decided to go panty-less, not for any specific reason, but just because I could.
I grabbed my clutch purse and jumped in the car. I was nervous, but excited at the same time.
I parked at the hotel and checked in at the front desk.
“I’m expecting a guest,” I told the front desk clerk.
“We’ll call your room when your guest arrives,” the front desk clerk replied. as he handed me the card key to the room.
I stepped into the hotel room and set my purse down on the desk. It was a simple room, as far as rooms go. I stepped in front of the full-length mirror and checked my attire. I was a fairly attractive woman, and even though I felt self-confident, I was extremely nervous.
The guest room phone rang, startling me.
“Your guest has arrived,” said the clerk through the phone.
“Send him to my room,” I replied.
There was a ‘tap-tap’ on the room door. I opened the door and invited John into the room as I stepped to the side to allow him to pass.
‘So where is the conference?” John asked.
I took a deep breath.
“It’s right here,” I replied.
John looked bewildered.
“Don’t worry,” I replied, closing the door and latching the inner locking mechanism.
John didn’t say a word as I approached where he stood at the foot of the bed.
“Here?” he asked.
“Here is as good as any place,” I nervously replied as I stepped closer to my student.
“I have a question,” I said, standing in front of him.
His eyes locked on to mine.
“Do you find me attractive?” I asked.
John swallowed hard.
“Yes,” he replied. I silently slipped the straps to my sundress off my shoulders and pulled my arms through the opening, allowing my dress to slip down off my shoulders and exposing my brassiere covered breasts.
I watched as John’s eyes briefly took in the sight of my cleavage.
He swallowed again.
I pushed my sundress past my hips and stepped out of it. I unsnapped my bra and allowed it to fall to the floor. I was completely naked in front of him. I didn’t say a word as I stepped closer to him and took his hands into mine and placed them on my breasts. I closed my eyes and squeezed his hands in mine.
I took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled.
“Please don’t tell me… ” I whispered, “No.”
John slipped his hands off my breasts and onto my waist, pulling me in closer, as he slipped his hands onto my buttocks, pulling me in closer. I could feel his tool pressing against me through his shorts. Our eyes were now locked onto each others’. I pressed my lips to his and melted. Right then and there, I melted. I was a mess. He tongue-lashed me into a quivering mess.
“You know what I want,” I whispered.
“This is my first time,” John replied, “so teach me.”
I helped him strip out of his clothes. Pulling off his shorts, I briefly spotted his tool, straining against his cotton briefs. Oh, my God! He was huge. Pulling off his underwear, I was surprised at how really huge he was, as his cut and purple cock arched upwards.
I had him lie on his back, on the bed while I gently placed my lips on the tip end of his manhood. I had sucked on plenty of cocks in college, but John’s was unique, in that he was so big that I was unsure if I would be able to accommodate him.
I worked his cock into my mouth, but there was no way I could do him any justice. He was that big.
“I want you to eat me,” I begged.
We flipped into a sixty-nine position on the bed and John began to kiss my inner thighs, working his way to my womanhood. I had to explain to him the various parts of a woman’s soul. John quickly picked up on what to do a and how to do it.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him.
He followed my instructions perfectly and in seconds, I was another quivering mess. I dug my fingernails into his muscular shoulder, shaking and trembling.
“Put it in me,” I begged.
John flipped around and slipped his tool up to the edge of my vagina, rubbing it back and forth across my womanhood. Oh, my Gawd! A gush of womanly fluids shot out of me. I had lost all control of my body. I reached down between my legs and pushed the head of John’s cock into my vagina.
“Don’t we need some protection?” he asked.
“I’m on the pill,” I quickly replied. “Shut up and fuck me.”
I could feel John’s cock pushing deeper inside of me as my pussy expanded to accommodate him. I stared up and into his deep blue eyes. Oh, my Gawd! I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
I closed my eyes as John pushed himself deeper inside of me. I dug my nails into his shoulder blades. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he gasped for air, as he rocked back and forth on top if me, his cock gliding in and out of me. His elbows landed on the pillow next to my head and he pressed his hot lips to mine. I exploded at that point, and he did the same. I could feel his hot cum filling me up and pouring out of me. My entire body shook and my world, my conscious world, went black for a few seconds.
He was still inside of me when I opened my eyes. He smiled and kissed me on my forehead. Oh, my Gawd! I was awe-struck.
He rolled off of me and back onto his back. I wasn’t done. I quickly re-mounted him, straddling him as he repositioned himself on the bed. I quickly shoved his still hard cock back into my aching pussy, rocking back and forth on top of him, my hands planted on his chest.
I closed my eyes and shook as another of several orgasms ran through my body. I collapsed on top of him. We lay there, kissing for the longest time, even after nature took its course and his manhood withdrew from me.
“That was some muscle enhancer and body relaxer,” John whispered, mimicking what I had told him about a week prior. I chuckled.
“So is this it?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, “I’m pretty sure there will have to be a follow-up exposition at some point.”
John laughed.
“You are crazy,” he said.
I readily agreed with him. We spent the night talking about everything two people could possibly talk about, and between the pizza and the wild uncontrollable sex, I felt totally uninhibited. Sometime around three or four am, I drifted off to sleep, while curled up next to John.
I woke about ten am to the sound of the shower water. I slipped into the bathroom and into the shower. One more salacious romp and I was hooked.
I managed to make it back to the house, tired and weary. Fortunately, Mike was gone. My pussy ached like it had never ached before. I took two pain relievers and crawled into bed. I didn’t get up for the rest of the day or the next day.
I am now planning the follow-up exposition. I have a crazy thought. Oh, my God. I am so messed up. John just texted me. He has a friend…
