I had been teaching undergraduate school for about 3-years when I met Nancy over a summer semester. She was in the front row of my beginning accounting class. Bright, cheerful, eager, and slightly older at 32 than I, she sat pertly, directly in front of me as I moved back and forth across the front of the room, trying to elicit responses from mostly brain dead students during a hot, summer semester. But there is more to the story, so I digress.
Since I had been teaching at the local Division I school, I learned quickly that a part time honorarium college professor could receive privileges, even married ones. Not much older than the students, still in my early prime, I posed an interesting dilemma for the female students. I was 28, employed by one of the largest CPA firms in their consulting group, traveled the world doing assignments, and made significant income for my age. I dressed expensively, highly expensive tailored suits, drove an expensive sports car, and most importantly, flirted with the females in the class. Coupled with my physical stature, I was successful at attracting the female.
I am a big boy, standing 6’6” tall, weighing about 230 lbs, great physical shape. I worked out very regularly, played tennis, softball, and ran. I prided myself in my physical looks. Having big hands and rather large feet gave away secrets to the ladies. They were not disappointed.
I had been a real jock during my college days, playing quarterback on the football team. I had many ladies, and now, in an environment where they watched me, listened to me, I again had the chance to meet many, many more. Often after a 3-hour evening class, I would invite the students to have a beer at a bar across the street from campus. There, I watched, listened, and made very subtle moves on the ones that I thought might be receptive to a relationship with the instructor. Extremely important, I never played in the context for a grade, just a relationship that was to be predicated on sex, lust, and play. And there were takers. Each semester, I had 2 or 3 that, before the semester was over, had been skewered by my trusty one eyed monster.
And now, I was watching Nancy each class. She took my breath away. Tiny, a very petite lady, standing all of 5’2”, and weighing a 105 lbs. She gave as much flirting as she got. I had to have her. Even in July in Denver, the weather is very warm, hitting high 80’s and low 90’s almost daily. And in an old classroom, with no air conditioning, it was warm. So, it was easy to invite the students to have a beer after class. I always had takers. Being the last one to leave, I would get a good feel for which ladies were interested in me. Nancy had stayed late with me both times already this semester.
Next to the bar was an old building with a rental hot tub business. “Private rooms” screamed the ads on the outside of the building. During class one evening, hot as hell of course, I privately suggested to Nancy that she accompany me to the hot tubs after class.
“I would love to”, she responded quickly.
I could not believe my luck. I thought she would chicken out by the end of class, or come up with some excuse to make it another time, but she followed me to the parking garage. We stowed my books and her back pack in my car. I left my jacket and tie as well. We walked across campus to the hot tub building. Without hesitating, she briskly walked into the office of the business as I held the door. I was now beginning to believe she was going to pull a “gotcha” on me, laughing all the way back to the car. She stood beside me as I paid for the private tub for an hour, took our towels, and were off to the hot tub.
I followed her, watching her ass sway with each step. My mind was racing, heart beating, my breath coming in short bursts. We had no suits. This was going to be a joke on the ol’ teacher. We entered the room, I reached to close the door gently. When I turned back to Nancy, she was already in the tub. I looked around, finding a pile of clothes on the bench. She was propped, crossed arms on the edge of the hot tub, watching me intently. My feet turned to lead, or so it seemed. I could barely get myself to the bench.
“Come on in” she quipped “the water is great!”
“Aren’t you hot?” I inquired. “The room is stifling” I continued. Here it was July, and I was going to get naked and go hot tubing with a fantastic looking student. My cock chubbed quickly and noticeably. I was ready to display my wares. Nancy did not move, but watched my every move. I stripped, facing away from her. She would see my ass first.
As I turned to move to the tub, Nancy grinned ear to ear. “I knew you would be hung like a horse” she blurted. I returned the grin. She stood, spread her arms and lay back in the water, floating on the air bubbles. I gazed at her magnificent body. Tight, hard nipples on firm breasts, tapered, rippled stomach, flaring at the hips, and a blonde mound. She watched me take her body in. I quickly slid into the water. My cock was getting harder by the minute. I could not believe the beauty in front of me, relaxed, sexy, and willing.
Quietly, slowly, she turned her body while floating, using her hands to make the turn lightly on the water. She gently nudged her head against my shoulder, reaching up she touched my cheek. Turning, she brought her lips to mine, kissing me softly and gently. Her body floated down into the water, settling on my lap. Her legs stretched around me, holding her body snuggly against mine. My cock reached up between us, her pussy sliding against my cock softly. She continued to kiss me.
