The Professor Part II

Realizing that their surroundings were somehow- less than desirable- they made their way back to his office which happened to be a good ten minute walk from the lecture hall where the tryst began.  Not wanting to flaunt the affair, the pair found it very difficult to make their way back without touching, smelling, tasting one another at various intersections along the way.  How does one make small talk when the only words that come to mind are "I want you inside me". Everything else feels lackluster. For the briefest of moments, walking side by side, she felt the pads of his fingers graze the back of her elbow.  The simplest of touches and yet she was now unable to navigate her way. Suddenly the task of walking seemed superfluous.

They passed under an old wooden bridge on campus just moments from his office. Unable to control her desire the student reached out and pulled The Professor behind a large wooden truss which was shielded from the main thoroughfare. Books, papers, phones, a mug, all falling to the ground around them as he pinned her body against the weathered wood with a hungry urgency. She pulled his head towards her breasts and he dropped the neck of her shirt down revealing a thin, sheer bra. Licking at her hard nipple over the fabric drove her need from demanding to uncontrollable. He slipped the bra down and quickly had her in his mouth, drawing her deeper into him. "More", she whispered between moans. The dark look that came over his face as he dropped to his knees in front of her made her wet and fucking ravenous!

Slipping her foot out of her sandal she rested it on his shoulder. Just as she had imagined him during class earlier, here he was- on his knees- between her thighs. "Is this okay", he asked her. Ever the gentleman he wanted to offer her control. As if her body would allow her to stop at this moment. Still, the gesture was not lost on her. "Please", again she whispered. Not trusting her voice. He placed his hand on the inside of her elevated knee and spread it further outward. Taking in the site before him- not wanting to rush. She put her head back and allowed her lids to get heavy as he laid the first kiss on her inner thigh. His fingers worked their way up before his lips did and played with that delicate line between her skin and underwear. Her underwear slipped easily to the side and his lips grazed at her skin. Not quite entering her- his tongue lapped at her sex and she came immediately. No one had ever handled her that way. It was obvious he was no freshman but his skill served her well.

She pulled him up to meet her. She wanted to taste herself in his mouth. The sweet mixture was heady and she wanted to return the favor. Mostly because she was so consumed by him that there wasn't much she wouldn't want to try as long as it was with him. With a little more feist than force she pushed him against the wooden truss and drew his tongue into her mouth. His hand quickly wound around her and cupped her ass. Fingers slowly reaching toward each other and closer to her wet thighs. She kissed that 'V' at his neckline and tugged his shirt loose from his jeans. He was so hard against her touch. She rubbed her nose over him as she unhooked his belt and began to unbutton his jeans. Something about the buttons increased her desire to have him in her mouth. He was fantastically hung! He stood out as being not only impressively long but wide enough that she looked forward to how slow he would have to initially enter her.

A small drop of dew formed at the head and, mixed with her own saliva, she wound her tongue around the tip and down the underside of his shaft until she came to his beautiful sack. Taking each in her mouth at a time she relished the way they moved over her tongue. Paying careful attention not to leave them out of the moment- she cupped him gently and began to draw him into her mouth while firmly grasping his shaft with her other hand. His breath was loud and heavy and quickly became hurried as her grip on him intensified and her mouth asked for more. She felt the need in him rise and she looked up to see the change in his face before he came. The taste was gratifying. She had made this strong, intelligent man a slave to the same carnal desire that she bore.

Not ashamed to taste himself on her- he also drew her against him and held her gaze for a moment before kissing her very slowly and with great intent. She softened in his embrace. The kiss was a conversation. And though they had not yet had much by way of a traditional conversation- they were learning the nuances of one another in these first moments.

There was no hiding the ridiculous grin, glowing cheeks, 'not quite put together' clothes that they were both sporting. They were not ready for the sexual repartee to come to a close just yet...

To Be Continued

The Professor

She wandered around the university looking for her next class, "something- methods..." she thought to herself wondering where on God's green earth building 'F' could be.  Upon finding her class she was relieved to see that there were still spots available on the front row. You wouldn't call her an ass-kisser but she liked to make eye contact with the professor and sitting in the back was always so distracting. Sally Bimbo twirling her hair here, Jeffrey Jock rubbing his thighs there. Pulling a notebook and pen from her bag she scanned the room to see who she would be spending the next couple of months with. Same group of idiots she had been avoiding in the previous two classes. "Honestly" she thought, "why do they even bother showing up". 1030 on the dot - a handsome middle aged man in a tweed coat walks into the lecture hall from the rear. He had 'Professor' written all over his worn leather bag, loafers, and faded jeans. His dark hair was kept short and just a hint of grey peeked through at his temples. He smelled like old books and aftershave as he walked past her to place his bag on the table. Immediately she felt her cheeks flush and a twinge of warmth between her thighs. She regretted being in the front of the class immediately and wondered if there were any spaces in the back. Flipping around she found that the room had filled up quickly (of course).

The Professor introduced himself briefly and while doing so made eye contact with a select few students around the room. As his eyes came to fall upon her his speech started to slow. His breathing became a bit more noticeable. She couldn't look away. His lips parted and all she noticed was the way he'd wet his lower lip with the tip of his tongue after he'd been speaking for a while. Noted as well were the slow strokes that his forefinger made along the handle of his mug as he looked down at the floor where her feet were crossed at the ankles. Her eyes  traced the strong line of his jaw down along the 'V' of his collared shirt. Just a little hair at the juncture. How could she not close her eyes momentarily and dream about the expanse of his chest against her hands, lips, breasts? Her breath caught -attracting the attention of several around her. She coughed a bit hoping to hide the sound that had just escaped her lips. Of course she had caught his attention as well... his gaze intensified.

He walked over to the table and sat his coffee mug down. He straddled the edge of the small desk addressing the class with a warm yet smug air that read "I'm much smarter than you but I'd still like to invite you back to my office after and tear your clothes off". Maybe she was projecting that last part. As he spoke he rocked gently side to side on the corner of the desk.  Perhaps only noticeable to her secondary to the fact that he was seated directly in front of her and his belt was at her eye-line.  Maybe it had more to do with the way she could not stop thinking about parting her knees and allowing him to crawl between them and nuzzle her tiny, mesh thong to the side with his nose.

Beads of perspiration welled between her breasts as the daydream enshrouded her mind. All of a sudden The Professor stood and thanked the class for attending and excused them. Had an hour passed already? As she put her unused notebook and pen away she could see him gathering his things together.  The class began filing out and being at the front of the class she was now among the last to leave. She could not imagine trying to concentrate for the rest of the semester and began to leave the room with an unrequited feeling of desire. A slight wind ran up the back of her neck making her hair stand on end. As she reached up to quiet the aroused hair follicles The Professor reached for her hand and pulled her back into the room with him!

His lips found hers immediately. Her eyes closed as she was consumed by the feel of his large lower lip between her teeth. He tasted so incredibly good! He traced his lips along her neck now and up to her earlobe. Immediately she wanted more of him. All of him...

To Be Continued...

Dr. Google

About a year and a half ago I made the transition from hospital nursing to office nursing.  Specifically from Labor and Delivery to an OB GYN office. My primary function is what you would call phone triage (i.e. I answer questions on the phone and decide if/when the patient needs to be seen or if the problem can be solved over the phone). p.s. that's just the tiny tip of the ice berg.  

Any how. Over the period of a few months I noticed that I got a large number of phone calls that started with the line "So, I was doing some research (on Google) and I think, based on my symptoms, that X  (insert anything you'd like here) is the root cause of all my problems (in life).  

I laughed it off the first few times because I used to do the same thing.  The difference being that I am an educated health care professional and the majority of the people I talk with are not. And that's great. 

No big deal.

 Over the next year it happened on a regular basis and it started driving me bananas!! (And not the good Bananas like my dear friend over at The Japing Ape). 

These are intelligent people who are convinced that they know more than a physician because they spent 15 minutes on some woman's blog from Arkansas who is convinced that all of her anecdotal information is true for everyone.  

Now. Partaking in the blogosphere (is that a real word?) as I do.  I realize that some people may take the musings of my brain... practice them in their own lives... and contrive some type of fact or insight (or pleasure) from the experience.  Let's face it, I have a few good ideas now and then ;)  That doesn't mean that my ideas have been studied, tested, and trialed by a large group of my peers who can determine that there's a correlation between what I've experienced and what most people will experience.  Then again, that's not always important when dealing with things like VIBRATORS. Of matters relating to infertility, hormone replacement therapy, contraception, irregular menses, and a whole slew of other such issues, peer reviewed information and evidenced based practice are important.

(I may be on a soap box here... feel free to stop reading at any point) (And if you're wondering... yes, the picture above is me. I've had a full facial reconstruction, boobs, lipo, collagen, extensions, bleaching (asshole and hair) and colored contacts) (NO not really). (I could add a few more parentheses here if you'd like).

You either make the decision when you go to a western doctor that you are going to subscribe to that brand of bullshit or you're not. For my sake though, if you're going to call and question every little thing that your doctor tells you because DR. GOOGLE told you otherwise... don't waste my time. Please.

With that said... if I like you, if you're family, if you pose an intelligent question... then of course I'm happy to listen=)

Thank you and good night!

Mistress (Nurse) Auri