She had a hot, sexy vibe, sipping pinot and wearing a short, bohemian skirt with tennis shoes. She moved through the gallery, gracefully, but with some swagger, and I could hardly take my eyes off that little skirt. We were in the middle of an art opening, spotlighting faculty work...we had a couple friends showing their photographs.
She took a sip from her glass and reached up to steal a kiss. It lingered some and her gaze fell to the bulge, that often defined my jeans. Looking around to see if anyone could see, she gave it a quick squeeze. She whispered, "I like it when "he" shows...it's like he's always waiting for me," and got that sexy Megan-smile.
I tried to look stern, but I couldn't help but smile. With those blue eyes, puffy lips, and that smile, I wrapped my arm around her waist. "Young lady, wait till we get to the car; you're going to be finishing what you started."
"I hope so...like it when I get to finish...you," she grinned.
I whispered, "I want to lift that little skirt and fuck you silly...you little cock-tease!" She giggled and took another sip.
We were going out to dinner but the second we got in the car, she was pulling "him" out and stroking, running her fingers over the shaft. To focus more attention on the growing task, she worked my pants down, but I leaned over and pressed my tongue through her lips. With the steamy kiss lingering, I pulled her blouse off and slipped off her bra.
We were parked on a quiet, side street and the streetlights gave her fair skin a soft glow. I ran my hands over her silky, soft skin and wrapped them around her breasts. I fondled and tweaked her puffies; they were soft pink but a couple of shades lighter than the nipples. Overcome with arousal, they stiffened and felt engorged in my mouth. She moaned and stroked my cock, as I sucked her breasts.
Sliding my hand under her skirt, I slipped a finger into the tiny divide between her lips; she was wet, and I eased inside. I raised back up to bring my lips to hers, again, and our tongues did that steamy dance that always ends well. I wondered how we were going to do it in the car and thought about moving to the backseat...but then I realized it wouldn't look great for a professor to get caught in the backseat, with a grad student. I'm sure it happens all the time, but if I stay where I'm at, I could at least keep watch and potentially drive away. I put the keys in the ignition, just in case.
She nudged me to lie back and, took it back in her hands, slowly closing his fingers around the throbbing girth. She stared into my eyes and ran her fingers up and down the shaft; she licked sensuously, sliding her lips down over the head.
As it pumped through her lips and her tongue worked the shaft, I gripped her head and pushed deeper. I watched my smokin' hot librarian, face-down in my lap and pleasuring my cock. She didn't let up and it was perfect on every level, watching her head bob up and down...I just wanted to savor it.
Breaking my trance, the jiggle of her breast caught my eye. I felt the warm, fleshy mound filling my hand...her nipples were erect, and the puffy areola stood proud of her breasts. I teased my fingers over the nipples, savoring the exquisite erections.
I pulled her off my cock and took one into my mouth, digging my fingers into the firm mound...massaging and groping. Her hand went to the back of my head, holding it there, as I licked and nibbled her nipple. With my lips stretched, I got as much as I could...and felt the engorged areola under my tongue. I licked and suckled, circling each with my tongue, exploring the raised puffy mounds that crowned each breast.
When she pulled away, I knew where things were headed. I looked down the street again, as she squirmed around, got between my legs and grinned up at me. She cupped my balls, almost gleeful with their masculine heft and what they could deliver. Moaning softly, she kissed the head and swirled her tongue over it. She opened her mouth wide, stretching her lips and slipping them over the head.
With her mouth straining to take it, she pulled off and smiled, "Love this...just fuck my mouth some...I want to finish you, sweetie."
Using her other hand to stroke the base and gently cradle the balls, she gradually worked it deeper, taking it into her throat. I gently rolled my hips up to meet her lips and started pumping, pressing my fingers into her hair. I slowly...and sensuously pumped through her thick, pillowy lips; they were stretched tight and pushing me, closer and closer, to release. "Mmmm...Megan...god Megan...uhhhh...uhhhh...ahhhh...that's...that's so good!"
The desire to release grew within my balls, and I slowed things down to push it back, but it didn't help. I gave up my control and pumped with more urgency; at first, I wasn't going all the way...and just teasing her throat. Megan, however, had something different in mind, impaling her throat and taking it all the way. That was it...all I could handle...and started groaning, "Uhhhh...yeah...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah...uhhhh...cumming...cumming!"
Hardly surprising, she gripped tighter and kept it in her throat, as I exploded. She took it all and quickly swallowed as I emptied my balls.
My brain was still attempting to focus, when she kissed me; I could taste the cum.
She whispered, "Lets skip dinner, sweetie. We can find dinner at your place; there's always something in that fridge...and most of it's edible."
All I could say was, "Yeah, let's do that."
Not skipping a beat, even though she gave me a roadside blowjob and took a load, she giggled and went on, "Very unusual for three guys, you know...to have a clean kitchen and edible food."
"I know...but maybe we're just more mature."
"Well that's questionable, sometimes," she giggled, "but you're probably right. I don't see any of you eating ramen."
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I was going to check out the fridge, but decided dinner was coming later...much later. I was still horny from the car and decided to start a fire in the fireplace...screams romance...right?
Megan, again, had other plans...I knew what was about to happen, when she wanted me to check out something in the bedroom. When I got there, she was topless and had a sucker in her mouth...like a tootsie pop.
"What's with the sucker...did you go to a bank?"
"No, I picked up a handful at the gallery...it's cherry...wanna share?"
I looked around at the candles she had scattered, and she giggled as she pushed me back onto the bed. I scooted up to the edge, where she shared her sucker, rubbing it over my lips and kissing me. We started kissing more passionately and she climbed onto my lap.
When we came up for air, she started tracing her areola with the sucker and grinning, "Can I offer you some candy young man?" She giggled, "I've always wanted to do that!"
