The semester is coming to an end. We are sitting in a too small room, the miniscule library of the institution. A total of 10 master's students. The lecturer has problems with the technology, the images are shaking, and the colors come and go. Probably something loose in the connection to the projector. I tried to help but didn't manage to do any better.
We already have our course assignment, to write a short story that illustrates art history as a subject. The room feels too hot, the sun is blazing outside. We should have had a break several minutes ago, but the professor wants to get to the point, it seems.
We are eight girls, or women, and two boys. Well, I have passed the boy stage, belonging to the overage. The girl opposite has looked at me several times, a smile playing on the corner of her mouth. She is around 25, I would think. Nice slightly reddish curly hair, which goes down to the shoulders. Frames her cute face, small nose and two blue eyes with large pupils, at least when she looks at me. 165 cm tall and weighs maybe around 55 kg. She is wearing a tight top, slightly off-white. No bra, I think, the breasts are quite small, but look well fantastic. They stretch out her top very nicely. That's all I can see, she's sitting opposite, and the table obscures the rest.
I have seen her throughout the semester, we have talked, discussed different parts of the course. Her name is Emma, and she always has good, informed and initiated views. When we have worked together on an assignment, she has had good, creative, and constructive ideas. She often laughs. I have often imagined that she is one of those girls who will giggle rather than slap me if you touch her breasts, which of course I have not done.
Now she looks at me again. The smile is there. I don't notice that the lecture is over, my eyes are glued to hers. I wake up when everyone starts to get up. I quickly gather my notes and pencil. I put everything in my bag. And follow the others out of the room.
Emma and I arrive at the door almost simultaneously. I am slightly ahead. As I walk through the door, I feel a hand on my butt. Is it Emma? What has gotten into her? But the hand feels really nice, touches a little up and down. When we get out into the hallway, I turn around.
"Ugh, how hot it was in the room. I need to cool down. And eat, something," she says.
"Mmm, had trouble concentrating on the lecture," not to say that I was more concentrated on her. "Do you want to join me to eat? Where do you think it's cool?"
"Want to swim, go out somewhere and swim. Bring a salad. What do you say?" she says. Wow, am I getting picked up?
"Fun, sure, but where, how?" I let her take the initiative.
"I know some places; I have a car. We'll buy a salad, then head out to the coast," she says. Wow, I think. What is this? A 25-year-old girl hitting on an old, retired man?
She leads me to the back parking lot. Her short skirt swings seductively over her butt as she walks. She has an old Toyota Prius, probably at least ten years old. She opens the door with the remote and we get in the car. She turns onto the road, drives for a while, stops at a grocery store. We go in and buy two salads and drinks. Then she drives on. She goes towards the coast. Parks, looks in the trunk and pulls out a blanket and a towel and leads me down to the water. We find a rock by the bay and sit down.
Emma unfolds the blanket, kicks off her shoes, stretches.
"Oh, how nice. I never thought the lecture would end. I just wanted to leave. I've seen you all semester. We've talked and worked together, but we haven't really seen each other. Today, as I sat across from you, I had an impulse to get to know you a bit more. I think it's fun to be the one who takes the initiative. And here we are," she says.
Refreshing to have a girl who knows what she wants and takes the initiative. I'm more cautious, especially when it comes to younger classmates, I don't want to get a reputation as a "dirty lobster".
"Fantastic, I've never been picked up like that before. Even if you haven't seen me, I've seen you all semester. Appreciated when we worked together and appreciated resting my tired eyes on you, like today," I laugh.
"Bathing or eating first?" she asks bluntly. No frills and takes off her top, then continues with her skirt and panties. Standing there completely naked in front of me. I quickly pull off my clothes. Can't hide my condition, it stands straight out and points at her.
She has the cutest tits I've ever seen, small with brown warts. Looks wonderfully firm. Her body is perfectly shaped, couldn't be better if a sculptor had created it. The butt just looks so round and good. Want to reach out a hand and caress it.
"You're probably the most beautiful piece of art I've ever seen. Absolutely perfect!" I exclaim without thinking.
"Mmm, I see you appreciate me," she jokes, looking at my now completely stiff penis. She reaches out a hand and feels it lightly. "You're nice, too. I've been looking forward to this, not just today, the whole course."
Now she stands so close that I can reach around and feel her ass. So round, so divinely round and firm. She slides closer to me. Angles her face towards me, lips slightly apart. I bend down a little and my lips touch hers. Just lightly. She stands still, my lips find hers again. We separate, look into each other's eyes. She laughs with her eyes, it seems. Then we meet again, this time longer, deeper. She parts her lips more; I feel her tongue. I meet her with my tongue. How wonderful, feeling her lips, her tongue, feeling her body pressed against mine.
Embarrassingly aware of my stiff penis pressed into her belly. She brings one hand down, angles it upwards, presses herself against me.
The kiss lasts for ages and yet it's over so quickly. We look at each other, she smiles with her whole face, she wants this. Then we meet again. Rocking slightly where we stand, rocking and rubbing against each other. Her small breasts are pressed into my chest, all my nerve fibers focus on how they feel, so nice, so amazing.
We stand, holding each other, kissing, feeling our bodies. Our hands move slowly over each other's backs. Mine up and down, hers down my back and then she has her hands on my butt. What lovely hands she has. My hands find her butt too. We stand with our mouths glued to each other, tongues playing and hugging each other's asses at the same time.
Slowly we sink down onto the blanket. Everything around us has disappeared, only she and I exist. The air is warm, the wind caresses our bodies, where we cannot reach to caress. We are standing on our knees, then she lies down on her side, pulls me down.
We continue kissing. Now some distance between our bodies. Hands can explore new parts. Her breast feels so good in my hand. Following its curve, circling up to the nipple, which stands straight out. How stiff it is. Caressing in circles around it, then between her breasts, finding the other one. Just as nice, just as soft and firm.
Her hand caresses my chest, plays with my small nipples. She pinches them hard. The feeling goes like an arrow straight down to my cock. The nerve fibers have connected with each other. Everything she does propagates down, gathering in my lower region. Her hand continues down right there. Fingers drill into my pubic hair, fingertips to the base of my hardness. Then up the shaft. Embracing the glans.
Oh, God, what is she doing? So nice. She just holds her hand, cupping it around the glans, moving her hand back and forth over it.
My hand has now reached her center point. Feeling the nice navel, so nice to touch. Then further down. Not a single hair, completely clean. I find the top of her slit. Follow it down with a finger. Hear how she whimpers, moans slightly, when I slowly let my finger part her lips.
