5 comments/ 52866 views/ 2 favorites An Educational Experience By: FreshPeach *DISCLAIMER: I know of no private schools as the one I describe below... if there is such a school by the same name, it is purely coincidental. I apologize :) * ************************************************** It happened innocently enough. I had just sat down in my philosophy class on a sunny Thursday, with only the sparest of views to the sparkly, sunny campus lawns about me. At the posh private college I attended, I was expected to be studious and proficient in all of my subjects. Sometimes, I just wasn’t into it. Today, I was looking forward to bursting out of the double doors and reveling in the sunshine... book in hand, of course. I was just settling into a rather uncomfortable vinyl covered seat. It felt sticky, the seat pulling at my bare thighs. At this overpriced school, I also had to dress the part of wealthy, scholarly lady befitting my family’s image in a traditional white blouse that felt masculine and over starched, as well as a tie emblazoned with the school’s emblem. A modest, knee-length plaid skirt and knee-high white socks completed the look. I always felt as though I looked one of those irritating porcelain doll that dear old grandmother bought for you rather than the hottest new Nintendo game featuring gun play, monkeys in suits, and villainous men in white coats. Or whatever... I never *had* a Nintendo. Despite the length of my skirt, however, it always managed to ride up nearly mid-thigh when I sat down, not covering my long legs in a modest enough fashion. So I suffered the sticky vinyl and the leers of the young men I had class with. It was disgusting. This particular class was set up into a semicircle, and the professor usually orated from a podium at the center. There were the traditional blackboards, the overabundance of polished mahogany, and, of course, the dust motes that you’d expect from somewhere like Penbrook Unversity. Formerly Penbrook College for Scholarly Royalty. Or something like that. It was absolutely stuffy. So, as I said, I was just trying to find a comfortable position in the impossibly wrought chair and desk set... and then my professor, Jason Newirth, strolled in. Dr. Newirth was American. He was from some liberal arts college in Virgina, U.S.A. For liberal, read huge party school. Prof was only in his late twenties, and fresh from the doctorate program. I really liked him and the way he talked about philosophy... and especially they way he bent the rules of the university. The first day of classes, he asked us to call him Jason. Or Jas. Or Hey You... anything but Dr. Newirth. Today... well, today he outright broke the rules. He was wearing a shirt and tie under a navy blazer. He was also wearing a pair of blue jeans, with his shirt untucked. The bottom of his shirt was wrinkled as though he’d had it tucked... and then in a hurry, pulled it out. Or changed his pants. Why one would change out of the suit pants that would match his jacket mid-day, I had no idea. Then a torrid thought colored my imagination. I felt my face heat and hoped it wasn’t apparent. I then noticed that the rest of my classmates began whispering wildly as Jason entered. I knew that they all liked him as well as I. He was new and fun. He was a magnificent change from the stuffy, buttoned-up, white-haired professors we were all too used to. As usual, Jason either didn’t notice the stir or didn’t care, and just launched into the discussion. Immediately, everyone quieted and listened with rapt attention. Even I forgot my longing for the sunny lawns. But not for long. “All right, guys. Today, we’re having class outside.” he stated, not bothering to set his attache down. The uproar again rolled though class. And, just as before, Jason ignored it. With a nod of his head, we rose and followed him. Minutes later, the fresh air and sunshine hit me in the face and immediately, I felt happy and relaxed. A light breeze ruffled my skirt, cooling my exposed legs. The sensation felt wonderful, and for some reason, it made my gaze go to Jason. I caught his eye, and immediately flushed. Soon, we were all seated, though somewhat awkwardly in the lush, cool grass. We were garnering odd stares left and right. Jason didn’t care. I smiled at the notion. We all had our respective texts open, and were ready for his next move. “So, did you all think about what I asked last time?” he asked. There was a general murmur of assent. “Good. Okay, now we’re going to discuss Plato’s Five Constitutions using The Simpsons.” A ripple of honest laughter rippled though us. Jason smiled broadly. “C’mon. I know you’ve all seen them. And this will make it easier to think about it.” For the next half hour, the class talked and laughed, sharing an intimacy and excitement that no other class had ever brought me. I felt sure my classmates felt the same. “So, which Simpson has the most aristocratic soul?” A young man named David raised his hand, a broad devilish smile. I knew David was much like me, for he came from a wealthy family, but hated his classes. I had never noticed him participating before. It made me smile. “Lisa,” he answered. As a class, we burst out with our approval and agreement. Jason also smiled and nodded. “Though Lisa is flawed, I agree that she is most aristocratic. We would all be hard pressed to find a true aristocratic soul among us, or in any good literature because Plato’s ideal is nearly unattainable. Any questions before we leave?” I raised my hand. I was almost surprised that I did. “Well, what would Plato say about Lisa? I mean, she has a lot of Homer-like desires. She might be ruled by reason, but I think she envies how everyone else is more democratic.” Jason smiled at me and I felt myself flush again. This time I felt a deep seated pull low in my belly. “A brilliant question, Jessica,” came his husky, mature voice, “ I’ll ask you all to mull it over for a weekend, and we’ll discuss it Tuesday.” As the class began to gather ourselves off of the lawn, brushing off grass and chatting pleasantly, I somehow felt removed. Why had I reacted to Jason’s look so, I wondered. Just as I was moving to walk back to my dormitory, I heard that familiar voice catch up with me. “Jessica... if you wouldn’t mind... I was hoping to meet with you in my office concerning your paper on Mill.” Slightly worried, I hesitated a moment. “Sure, what about?” Jason smiled, “Don’t worry, I was just hoping to hear an extension of your argument for justice. If you could, is this afternoon around five okay?” I nodded, still unsure. A professor has never asked to meet with me over a paper. But, this wasn’t any professor. “Yeah, it’s no problem. I’ll see you in your office then.” Jason smiled at me and bid me goodbye until then. I had a class at four, so at five to five, I was hurrying across campus to make it to the hall where the philosophy department was located. I skidded into his office just as the campus chapel was chiming five. Jason looked up at me, again with his winning smile cutting across his slightly stubbled face. “You didn’t have to hurry. I’m not nearly that important.” he said, gesturing to a comfy looking couch placed under the window. His office was masculine, but sunny. There was a box in the corner, attesting to the fact that he just moved in. All ready though, there were a few personal touches, like a snapshot of what must have been his family framed on his desk. I liked it instantly. “So, what’s wrong with my paper?” I asked as soon as Jason was seated across from me. His desk was mahogany. Go figure. He chuckled. “Are you this worried all the time?” He laughed again when I didn’t answer. My frustration must have been apparent, because he moved forward to rest his elbows on his desk, his face serious. “All right, nothing is wrong with your paper. It’s perfect. The only problem is that it’s the wrong paper. I asked for you to address the problem of how Mill’s idea of liberty would apply if a person’s ideals where only a consequence of birth. For example, if a man had been raised a Jew, only to find that there are many more religions to be had, would Judaism still be the right choice? Did he even have a choice?” I must’ve colored, because I felt myself flush. I’d never been told I was completely wrong. “My paper addresses that very fact in a succinct way, Professor. I believe I began by stating the problem, then attacking it from Mill’s perspective that choice is the very basis for humanity.” I raised my paper and waved it about for emphasis. “I understand that. But what about the problem? The man finds out that he has choices. I’m sure that doesn’t make him feel better that his upbringing into the Jewish faith were founded.” Jason pushed, smiling. Again I flushed. This time I wasn’t sure if it was from anger or from the way he was edging me on. “I address that, too. Mill would say that the man would use the choices lain before him and make his religion whatever was best for him. He would make it dynamic and meaningful. It would end up the same for him no matter what religion he was born into.” I smiled, settling back into, my arms folded. “I can see where Mill might have said that. But, what about this example. A girl is raise into a life of wealth and privilege. She shuns a social life to better her studies. Then, confronted with a choice to do something bad, what would she do? Would she be able to shake off her good girl image and take risks?” I answered without hesitating. “Absolutely. Every individual is dynamic, not flat. No one is merely a consequence of the image they project. A good girl exterior doesn’t make for a saint at heart.” “Even if that choice is taboo... something completely out of character? Something like being involved with a perceived superior?” he asked, his voice dropping to a rough level. “Yes, of course. Like I said, ‘character’ isn’t one-dimensional.” As soon as the words tumbled from my mouth, I blushed. The reality of Jason’s words sunk in and drug my back into my seat with a force that nearly knocked me free of breath. Jason just smiled. “So, if a professor who has made his longing clear were to ask again in a more transparent fashion, would the wealthy good-girl say yes, like you think. Or is it true that a leopard can’t change her spots?” I gulped. My throat went dry and my palms grew moist. The unfamiliar tug low in my belly made an appearance. I was torn between jumping on Jason’s desk and bolting out the door. I still managed to answer. “Leopards cannot change their spots... but good-girl types are only that. Types. A type is not absolute. The good-girl could say anything she pleases.” Jason stood. His golden brown hair caught the setting sun. His shirt was open at the collar, showing a tiny bit of bronzed muscle. He moved around the side of the desk, his knees scant centimeters from mine. My heart caught and I forced myself to sit up straight in the manly leather chair. He spoke again, “And what does the good girl please?” A smiled curved along my lips, almost surprising me. My body had a mind of it’s own and my logic had ceased to function. Before I could think too much, the word “Yes.” fell from my lips. Damn the only thinking parts of me were shutting down. Jason smiled at me, a catlike, but still genuine smile. I felt like I was in danger. I wanted it. Wordlessly, he stepped away from me, opening a pocket of air that my lungs were searching for. I began to breath again, watching him all the while. He moved to the window and slid a dark wood shutter closed. The room became dark and a manly aroma I had not noticed before took over where sight failed me. It was a little spicy, like patchouli but dark and musky, as well. Before I had time to ruminate any longer, another thought dawned on me. Surely he didn’t mean to... to do this in this very office. I watched him settle on the couch. He did mean to. “Come here Jessica.” he said, his voice masculine and assured. He patted the couch for emphasis. Again my body betrayed me and I stood a moved to him. I sat, and my skirt rose up. This leather was cool and supple on the back of my heated legs and the soft denim of his jeans brushed the side of my thigh. I shuddered. He ran the backs of his fingers across my jaw. I felt their callused roughness as well as the soft hair on his knuckles. When he came to my chin, he turned my face to him. I swallowed hard. He was studying me intently. As he gently stroked the nape of my neck and ran his fingers through my long chestnut hair, he spoke. I noticed how his mouth was formed. It was wide, his lips supple a pink. They had a bitten look to them, like they belong to someone deep in concentration. “I noticed you the first day of the semester. I was new and excited to teach... and I even wanted to follow the rules. But the second I saw your face, I knew I had to have you. You’re face is so much like Audrey Hepburn’s... and you’re mind is as nimble and fiery as her daughter. You’re perfect, Jessica. I had to have you.” I smiled again at his overzealous praise, neither thanking him or shying away from it. Rather, I wanted to hear more. I could barely breath. He ran his big hand down my arm, pulling me slightly closer. Our knees were touching. He settled on my hand, lightly tickling my fingers with his, playing with the palm of my hand. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. They were hazel, flecked heavily with gold. They reminded me of lion’s eyes, prideful and fierce, but so beautiful you want to know they mystery behind them. His hand traveled back up my arm and settled again on my jaw. I knew it was coming before I could process it. He angled my head up and settled his lush mouth over mine. I moaned instinctually. I had never felt anything so warm or so sure in my life. He caressed my neck and my back as his lips played over mine, neither demanding nor pliant. When he licked along my lower lip, I never thought to protest. When his hot tongue entered my waiting mouth, my heart started to race frantically. With that slight intrusion, I wanted everything from him. I slid my hands up to his face and pulled myself closer to him, deepening and intensifying our kiss. Emboldened by my response, he pulled my up into his lap. My skirt was pulled up to a most unladylike height, but the feeling of his hard thighs on my soft ones made me forget modesty. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled it lightly and brushed my nails across his neck. I’d never felt so brazen, and Jason took notice. He dropped one hand to my bare thigh and began to stroke it ever higher. With each pass of his deft fingers, he came closer to the hem. Finally, he pushed under it, cupping the roundness of my bare bottom. He groaned against my mouth and I struggled to be closer to him. My breasts began to feel heavy, my nipples straining against the lace of my bra which felt two sizes to small. Suddenly my skin felt too small as well. I felt as though I could just burst right through it. Sensing my need, Jason slid his other hand up along my back beneath my shirt, sending chills in every direction. He deftly unfastened the cumbersome bra. My breasts tumbled free, the hard crests brushing the hard fabric of my shirt. Before giving me the pleasure of palming one of my swollen peaks, he moved me away from him. He studied my face for what seemed like forever before he smiled. His mouth was pinker, his cheeks rosy. I noticed that the deep, sensual aroma was coming from him. I sighed aloud, my lips parting for him. My need was transparent. Like an expert, he removed my tie and unbuttoned my blouse. He peeled it along with my bra down my arms, his gaze focused on my face. I felt my breasts swell again at the shock of the air on them. He smiled the catlike smile again, then laid me down on the soft couch. Goose pimples popped up on all over me. Jason divested himself of his shirt. His chest was bronzed, scarcely covered my fine golden hairs. His flat belly showed faint definition and a clear line of fur led into the worn waistband of his jeans. I reached from the buttons, but he intercepted my hands with a chuckle. He smiled at me, his cat eyes twinkling. He knelt between my splayed legs and dipped his head low over me. He began by kissing lightly along my neck and collarbone. His ruffled hair played along my neck and cheeks, sending more chills along my arms and causing the feeling in my belly to surge. I was already near my breaking point, and I still had my panties on. I moaned. This acted as encouragement and Jason dipped his head lower. He hovered just over my left breast. His hand began to caress the right one pulling and rubbing my aching peak until I writhed beneath him. His delicious torture was taking its toll, but he soon relieved me and dropped his wet mouth to my hard nipple. I cried out and grabbed his hair, forcing him to me. He nibbled and bit with abandon as my hands explored all I could touch. I felt my panties moisten and knew I needed him inside me. He began to move further down along my belly with kisses. I stopped him at the waist of my skirt. “Please, Jason.” He looked at me, concerned. “Are you okay? Don’t you want me...” he began. “No... I need you. I need every bit of you inside me now.” Jason smiled his superior smile and moved for his pants. I grabbed his hands and moved out from under me. We stood and he eyed me curiously. I just smiled. I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my itchy plaid skirt. I peeled it down my legs along with my damp panties, exposing a closely cropped thatch of dark curls. I heard Jason groan. I then moved behind him and rubbed up against his back. My fingers moved to his fly and undid it quickly. I pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs pulling and playing along his thighs and the backs of his knees. Once he stepped out of his puddled pants, I moved in front of him and knelt. I looked up at him, his face was a mask of shock. “Jessica... you don’t have to...” he started, words not coming as easily as before. I smiled, glad to have the upper hand, “Oh, but this is what I choose.” With that, I took his rigid member into my mouth, savoring every hard centimeter of him. He groaned and dropped his hand to my hair. He pulled and stroked it as I licked and sucked his cock with the expertise he’d proven on my nipples. I ran my fingers up the inside of his legs, gently caressing his testicles, and tugging them lightly until I heard him groan approval. He moved my head away just then. “Okay, we’ve both had our bits of torture. I’m going to take you up on your original offer.” He helped me to my feet and then laid me back against the leather cushions. I nearly purred with anticipation and delight. He stroked my curls lightly for a moment before guiding his long thickness into me. I moaned and tossed my head back as he pushed all the way into me. He grunted with pleasure, then stroked my cheek again. “Are you okay, Jessica?” I nodded and smiled up at him. He smiled back, before pulling out and pushing back into me. I felt my wet heat wrap around him like a glove. He began to thrust in an out of my molten center with increasing crescendo while his thumb found my hidden button through my damp curls. He leaned down close to me, using his body and hands to build me up. Soon, he was pounding into me and my legs were wrapped around him. A few strokes later, I felt my heat come to a head and a blinding warm feeling engulfed my body. As soon as my body began to convulse around his engorged cock, I heard him groan. He held me tight to him and thrusted harder and faster until I felt his release fill me. His heat triggered another wave of ripples fr me and I ground my hips into his, taking him for all he was worth. After what seemed like hours of laying there, still connected, he moved off of me. He stroked my hair and smiled down at me. I smiled blearily up at him. He rested his head on my shoulder and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch onto us. An Educational Experience We had only been asleep an hour when a shrill female voice woke us up. “Jason!” ***** To Be Continued? ***** An Educational Experience Ch. 01 “Recent research has shown that 35.7% of children are already at risk for dropping out of school by the time they reach…” Vanessa couldn’t help it – she yawned and stifled it badly. It wasn’t that she wasn’t impassioned on the subject of high school dropouts or finding solutions to the alarming statistics that translated into children’s lives. It was just that this conference was turning out to be nothing new and she was bored. Didn’t help that she hadn’t slept much the night before and the coffee at this hotel was lousy. She looked around discreetly to see if anyone has noticed her yawn. People do so love to gossip at this “professional” meetings and she would detest being the subject of their idle banter. Fortune had smiled on her today, though, for everyone else was appeared to be busy struggling to maintain their own concentration. Except for him. As she scanned the room, she found him looking directly at her, with an amused grin on his face. Looking over her shoulder and then back, she realized that it was indeed her he was smiling at and for some inexplicable reason, a wave of intense heat surged through her. It was only a few minutes until a break in the conference. Everyone rushed for the door to get caffeine into their systems to stay awake and to use the restroom. He had to have a Diet Coke and was pleasantly surprised when he walked up to the break table to find the lady that he’d had watched from across the room reaching for a Diet Coke at the same time. He found myself wanting to know who she was and where she was from. After having come hundreds of miles alone to this conference, thoughts of being in this lovely sitting and spending the afternoons and evenings by himself were suddenly filled with possibility of companionship. “Hi, I’m Trey and I hope you don’t think me to forward to ask your name. I saw you in the conference and you peaked my interest as someone I would like to meet.” He could see her blush as she looked up into his eyes. There was something in the meeting of their eyes that told him they would be friends. She had beautiful eyes and a smile to match and he felt his heart flutter as she told him her name was Vanessa. He asked if she were alone and she said yes…no one was with her. He grinned to himself thinking that she would not be alone if he had anything to do with it, at least for the rest of the weeklong conference. As the break ended, Trey sat down so that he could see her out of the corner of his eye and loved the pretty smile she gave him when she saw that he was looking her way. He felt himself getting slightly aroused with the flirting they were doing, like a high school freshmen about to ask for a first date… As she looked his way from time to time and flashed him a smile, he could have sworn he noticed her nipples poking through the pretty silk blouse she was wearing. Hmmmmmmmmm… Nice size breasts and she HAD to be wearing a bra. Still her nipples were visible. Was it his imagination or was she enjoying this too??? Electricity. That was the first word that came to mind when she thought of Trey. She wasn’t one to believe in fate, but meeting here at what had promised to be just another dull, dry conference of youth professionals just made her skin tingle with omens and portents. When their hands had brushed, reaching for the same can of diet soda, the entire skin surface of her body responded. Sitting at her table, as the next speaker droned on, Vanessa closed her eyes and relived the exquisite shiver. And when he spoke, his voice had washed over her, like laying naked in a mountain stream, ice water cascading deliciously all around her. She felt his eyes on her and it was turning the heat up in her sexual furnace. It had been so long – longer than she could remember since a man had had this kind of effect on her. Color rose in her face as she felt her nipples harden and warmth flood between her legs. Still she couldn’t help but smile at him, from time to time. It was flirting, she knew and some part of her herself was shocked at this bold response to a man she’d just met. But other parts of her wanted to know what his hands would feel like on her skin, what his mouth would taste like and….she found herself staring at his crotch. Wondering what delight he hid there, she looked up to find him smiling wickedly at her, fully aware of where her glance had fallen. Her face flamed red, but she didn’t looked away. Trey twitched his big cock in his pants as she looked on. He waited for her to look up and smiled sensually at her. The passion in his eyes showed as she looked directly at him. Lunch break couldn’t come too soon! He day dreamed about what it would be like to hold her close and to kiss those red lips and to get lost in those eyes as they made mad passionate love. He had never been affected this way in all his years and it made him feel like a teen-age boy about to get his cherry busted. What was there about Vanessa that was so different from all the other ladies he had been with in this type setting before? He had never strayed in all his 30 years of married life but he knew all ready that if he had a chance …tonight he would with this lady. She had captured his interest in the most interesting way. As soon as the lunch break started Trey couldn’t wait to ask Vanessa out for dinner. Several of the other ladies that were sitting with her had gone out the door and it occurred him that she had waited. He smiled as she looked up into his eyes. Just the look was sensual. Trey knew he had to find out just what there was about this female that had captured him. What would her scent be like? How would she taste? How would it be to caress and fondle her with long hours of kissing and petting and then to finally be able to know how compatible her appetite would be to his as they made hot, mad, passionate love! “Vanessa, would you consider having dinner with me? I know a wonderful steak house about twenty miles from here that served the best steaks in the whole state. I would love to show you around the mountains and the steak house is on the river. I know I would enjoy your company if only you consider….” His heart was racing as he waited for her answer. He couldn’t help but get aroused as he look into her eyes and knew that somehow this was meant to be! Dinner? She thought, as she looked up into the dark depths of his eyes. Is that what we’re talking about? It had been a long time, but she could still read passion when she saw it. Without a doubt she was certain how the evening would end if she went out with the intoxicating man. Seated, she was almost at eye level with what she was equally certain would be a satisfying package and for a moment she imagined herself unzipping those slacks and reaching in… Vanessa shook herself and realized that she was once again staring at Trey’s crotch and that he was even more aware of it than he had been before. In fact if anyone in the room had been looking at them they would have known too. She blushed as she met his eyes again and had to swallow before she could trust her voice. “I love steak,” she managed, feeling the breathless quality to her voice. “It sounds like fun.” His broad smile made her knees quiver and she was glad that she was seated. If she’d been standing he would have had to catch her, to keep her from falling and while she craved his hands on her, she couldn’t bear to have her colleagues see her making a fool of herself with this stranger. It didn’t matter that she felt like a passion-struck fool – THEY didn’t need to know that. It was more than enough that Trey knew it. And he did. She could tell. With his smile came and outstretched hand. “Great. It’s a date then!” As if in a trance, she reached her own small hand towards his and felt it encompassed in his grasp. Large and strong, his fingers closed around hers and shivers ran up and down her spine. He held her just a moment or two longer than one might have expected and she felt his thumb gently caressing the pulse at her wrist and they locked their eyes on each other. Once more, heat flooded through Vanessa, coursing through every pore and pooling into delightful warmth between her legs. His hand was warm and she found herself imaging that hand between her legs, stroking, find the wet heat that he was creating in her… Dinner? No….she didn’t think dinner was on either of their minds…. Trey hurriedly left the room having a difficult time as he went because of the erection he had in his pants. Luckily no one was between him and his car. He went back to his hotel and hurried to his room. As he lay across the bed thoughts of the woman he intended to make be his this evening filled his head. He still felt the passion as he opened the fly on his pants and gave this erection breathing space. How had she sooo turned him on as to cause him, a fifty year old male into masturbating to relief the pressure? Was it her eyes, or her body language? Was it the excitement that he has seen in her getting “nippled up” from his looking at her? NO one had ever excited him as much as this girl did… it seemed as if fate had been kind to both of them by allowing them to be together for the conference. He was anxious to hear about her. Her life, her favorite things and hobbies. Even the way she liked to make love. Trey was dying to hear it all. He returned to the afternoon sessions of the conference and sat in his old seat. Trey couldn’t help but look her way and smiled constantly as she glanced his way. He could hear his heart beat and he thought that the noontime session in the hotel room would have taken care of his excitement until tonight but he had another thought coming. His excitement grew as the flirting built throughout the afternoon. When four o’clock came, he walked straight to Vanessa as the session closed. “I’ll be by to get you about 6 if that is agreeable. I’m looking forward to our getting away from the conference and the crowd for just a little while.” He reach down and took her hand and gave a squeeze as he told her how much he was looking forward to her company. He looked in her eyes and she could feel the passion as he slowly walked away. Two hours and they would be alone together. What would the evening hold for two people very much compatible and hungry for the touch of the other???? She sat in her seat for several moments after Trey had walked out of the room, ignoring the questioning glances of her colleagues at the table. Most of them knew she was married and had a family and couldn’t help but pick up on the electricity she was experiencing with this charming Southerner. Bottom line, it was none of their business. Gathering up her things, Vanessa smiled a farewell to her day’s companions and headed for her car. The air was chilly for this late in spring, but she was grateful for its cool breeze. She knew her face was flushed and hoped the cold would help. They’d exchanged room numbers, since they were in the same hotel and she was in a hurry to get back to shower and change. Damn! She thought – she hadn’t brought anything date-like with her. In fact she wasn’t sure any more just what date attire was! It was a very good thing that the hotel was just down the road – she wasn’t really concentrating on her driving. Fate or the luck of the draw had gotten her an incredible room for this weeklong seminar. Not only had it provided her with a room with a king size bed, but she was blessed with a hot tub on the oversized deck. A room of this type was most certainly not in her organization’s budget, but the hotel had messed up her reservation and given her this one as compensation. At the time, she hadn’t given it much thought, but as her thoughts drifted to Trey it all took on such rich meaning. Deciding to forego the shower in favor of a relaxing rest in the spa, she turned on the jets and shrugged out of her clothing. Perhaps if she let it work the kinks out of her she would get her head on straight about Trey. It was worth a try at least. The balcony had a privacy screen around the tub, so she just brought a towel out with her, enjoying the feel of the late afternoon air on her skin. She didn’t spend much time either in front of a mirror or at a gym and she had no illusions about her 47 yr old body. It had born three children; breast fed them and dealt with the indignities of weight gain and loss. She’d never really given any of that much though – she wasn’t a particularly vain woman. But as she eased her muscles, stiff from a whole day of sitting into the warm and bubbling water, she giggled as she watched her full breasts float on the surface of the water. “Now if someone could just bottle this….” She laughed to herself, watching them bob along, enjoying the feel of the water. Closing her eyes she leaned her had back against the edge of the tub and took several long, slow deep breaths. She had the jets set on high, because she liked a hard massage. One thrummed against the small of her back, sending delicious shivers up her spine while others were pointed at her sides. Yet another jet shot up from the bottom of the tub and she mused that if she moved just right… ‘Silly woman’, she chastised herself. But that didn’t stop her from cupping her breasts in her small hands and squeezing them gently together. Even in the warmth of the tub, she could feel heat growing between her thighs, her thoughts drifting to a dark haired man with a delightful accent. Sitting in the cocoon of the tub, she didn’t try to figure out how he’d gotten to her. The fact that he had was all she needed right now. She was so starved for sex; she figured there was no harm in a little fantasy. Sliding down a little more on the seat, she felt the floor jet pulsing between her legs, caressing her pussy and even surging inside her. Her eyes still closed she imagined Trey there…imagined his hands on her breasts as she pulled and twisted at her already hard nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips at the image and sensation. She wondered what his mouth would taste like and ran her tongue over her lips, pretending to feel his touch there. A sharp intake of breath surprised her – she could almost feel his kiss. Turning around, she let the hard jet that had been at her back pound on her pussy, feeling her clit harden. ‘Damn…it’s been sooo long’ she moaned out loud, feeling a climax building. Her head fell back and she gave in to the rush of sensation, crying out as the sensations washed over her. The orgasm seemed to last forever, ripple after ripple of pleasure going through her and she didn’t move from the jet until she was sure it was done. That was when she heard the sound of a man clearing his throat. As she looked up she saw Trey standing there. He had on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and wore sandals. He also was sporting a huge erection in his shorts and was sooo excited that she saw the tip of it sticking out the leg of his shorts. Trey said, “I just came by to see if you might be interested in leaving a little early this evening. I knocked and the door just opened so I just walked on in. I hope you don’t mind!” He grinned, as he looked her directly in the eye. He was wiggling his toe in the hot tub as she looked up. It was hard for her to keep her eyes off his hard manhood. She had only seen her hubby’s cock before and it was nothing like Trey’s. She could tell that it was much bigger around just from seeing the tip sticking below his shorts. It was as if someone else was speaking when she heard her own voice inviting him into the tub. Trey was so excited as he pulled the tee shirt over his head and hooked his fingers into his shorts to pull them down. He had boxers on and tugged them down, allowing his cock to spring free. Vanessa couldn’t help but stare. It was sticking straight out from his body and was about 7 or 8 inches long and almost as thick as her wrist. She thought …what would this feel like? She was a little frightened at the thought yet excited to know she had caused the hard on. She wanted to taste it…and as she looked, she could see a drop of pre-cum on the head. A sensual shiver went through her as she watched him slip his naked body into the warm water and slide close to her. What am I doing? Her sane mind questioned even as her turned on body felt his arm slide around her shoulders. She closed her eyes as she felt his other arm reach for her, gently skimming over her floating breasts. She felt, but did not see his face coming closer to hers and realized that she was holding her breath. When the anticipated kiss did not happen, she opened her eyes to find his dark ones scrutinizing her face. “This is happening a little fast for you, isn’t it?” he said, not taking his eyes off of hers for one moment. She nodded. “You’ve never done this sort of thing before either, have you?” he continued, still gazing into her eyes, filling her with liquid warmth. Wordlessly, she shook her head. Trey leaned back against the side of the hot tub and took a deep breath. His response to this woman had been so intense he hadn’t even considered the possibility that she hadn’t walked this path before. For that matter, he wasn’t all that experienced in the art of seduction himself. While he’d had a few extra-marital encounters in his life, it wasn’t a practice of his and certainly not with the sudden intensity of this one. He glanced over at Vanessa and found that she was still staring at him. “Did I read you wrong?” he asked. For a long moment, she was silent and he could actually see the battle raging in those lovely dark eyes. Finally she spoke in a firm, if quiet voice. “No. You didn’t read me wrong.” Relieved, he let go his breath in a rush. “I didn’t mean to intrude…it’s just that when the door opened and I heard the spa running…I just had to come and see you for myself…” His hand curled around her shoulder once more, fingers gently caressing the wet flesh. “I don’t know what it is….but you get to me, lady. Big time.” Vanessa let her head sink back onto his arm, closing her eyes again, a soft smile playing across her lips. When they opened again, she turned and looked him straight in the eyes again. “This is probably going to be the biggest mistake of my life,” she whispered, licking her lips in what he knew was nervousness, but very sensual none the less. In the next moment, those lovely lips were pressing gently, tentatively against his own. The kiss was tender. Trey loved her taste and excitement build within him as the kiss lingered. Gently he pushed his tongue into her mouth and he could feel her opening to take him. French kissing had always turned him on and he loved the way Vanessa sucked gently on his tongue as he pumped it in and out. As he withdrew his tongue he was pleasantly surprised when he felt her sliding her tongue back into his mouth. Trey loved this. He sucked her tongue lightly and swirled his tongue around hers, as the kiss grew more passionate. This kind of slow, leisurely, intimate kissing had always been a particular favorite of his, only intensified by the fact that he was already excited with his hard cock sticking out and against the body of this lovely lady. Trey even felt a little light headed as they both seemed to get more into the kiss, holding each other ever closer. It felt as if their two bodies were melting into one as they stopped to look in each other’s eyes. He couldn’t help but smile and as he did Vanessa let out a sigh. Both began to laugh and Trey hugged her tightly as they held each other. She blushed, even as she felt his fingers gently caressing her shoulder. There was a part of her mind that couldn’t accept this situation. That part of her wouldn’t accept her naked body in this hot tub, arms and legs entwining with those of a complete stranger. Yet there was another part of her, a deeper more primal self that knew this man. The most ancient of womanly knowledge that sensed a hunger that could match her own. Like lava bursting forth unheralded from a long dormant volcano, this voice shouted down her civilized self, shoved her in a closet, locked the door and tossed the key. An Educational Experience Ch. 01 When she looked up again at Trey she could see the question in his eyes and tears almost sprang from her own dark ones as she also realized that the civilized man in him would get out of the tub, don his clothes and walk away if she said the word. But she saw beyond, into the depths and felt the hunger that echoed her own. This was no casual flirtation when the cat was away. This was a once in a lifetime meeting. Without a spoken word, she turned and let the water float her back against him once more, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her lips move softly over his. She felt the hesitation…and then the smile as he arms closed around her, pressing her body tightly against his chest. She shivered in delight at the feeling of the soft hair on his chest caressing her hardened nipples and moaned softly in pleasure. His hands slid up her back and slid into her damp hair, holding her mouth firmly against his as she opened to him once more, receiving his tongue. He heard and felt her sharp intake of breath as he pressed his hard erection against her belly only to be followed by a low groan of pleasure as her hips began to slowly rotate against it. More than anything else, he wanted to take this first time together slowly, giving her all the pleasure that was his to give. However his need for her was intense, his mind clouding with the desire to plunge himself deeply inside of her, claiming her in this most ancient of ways. Trey knew that he had to be in control of the moment and fought back the natural desire to plunge his man-hood deep into this very sexy, sensual creature. It was so hard to not take her quickly right on the side of the hot tub. He loved the way she pressed against him and the way she moved and ground her pubic area against him… He sensed that his man-hood had swollen as large as it had ever swelled. He could feel the head that had been made so sensitive by all this hot foreplay. Trey took Vanessa by the hand and pulled her up and out of the hot tub. He led her back to the huge bed that was in the center of the suite. He loved the look of her tits …and especially the nipples… They made him hungry and the desire to have one in his mouth was making his cock twitch with desire. He lay on his back and pulled her on top of him. Her body felt so hot to his touch and he could see the passion in her eyes. He knew his matched her own. He wanted to be deep inside her…for the two of them to become one. He kissed her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He loved the taste. It was like she had been made for him. How could this be??? The two had just met hours before. He loved the feel of her pushing her tongue back to meet his and he sucked on her tongue. It all seemed so natural- so right. As they continued to kiss, he felt her small hand grasp his cock. Pre-cum started running down the length of his hardness… He ran his tongue around the rim of her ear…and then slowly pushed his tongue into her ear…. He loved the chill bumps his kiss produced and the soft whimper she made. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, holding it between his lips…letting her feel his hot breathe…next his kisses trailed to her neck. As he kissed the sweet spot on the back of her neck, he felt wetness on his thigh …her pussy was dripping love juice in her excitement!!!! Trey’s cock grew straighter as she stroked him. Lost in a sensual haze, Vanessa heard the mewling sounds coming from her throat as Trey nuzzled and kissed and caressed her. Every touch was igniting small fires on her skin, threatening to consume her – and she welcomed them. She met his probing tongue with equal passion, searching all the sensitive recesses of his mouth. Even as her hand closed around his cock, she felt a tremor run through her, one of both excitement and fear. She could barely close her fingers around the width and she shivered as she stroked his full length. Her thumb caressed the circumcised head, spreading the slick precum all over it, delighting in the shudder that ran through him when she did. She wanted to feel his full length imbedded deep within her – but she was doubtful that she could take all of him in. He had lifted her onto her side, trailing his kisses down to her full breasts, gazing at them. As his fingers reached for her, and squeezed the soft flesh gently, he whispered directly into her ear, his breath hot upon her. “They’re so beautiful…”as his head bent and he blew hot breath across her skin. She could feel her nipples getting even harder and she arched herself towards him. Trey didn’t need any more invitation than that, his tongue darting out to just touch the tip of her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her. He smiled. “You like that, do you?” Her eyes were closed as she stammered, “Y-y-y-yesssssss.” “Mmmmmm….I do too…” his voice trailed off as his lips closed in around the hard bud and began to suck, his tongue still teasing the sensitive tip, loving the feeling of her writhing against him, the sounds of her pleasure. It was almost more than he could bear, feeling a fresh surge of precum dripping from his cock. She felt it too, as it rubbed against her thigh and she immediately began to slide her leg back and forth across, spreading the slickness over his length and onto her skin. Trey groaned, even as he continued to suck more of her tender breast into his mouth, his free hand pinching the nipple of her other breast. Her breathing was ragged, her hands buried in his hair as she held him to his sweet task, moaning louder. “Ohhhhhhhhh…Trey…..”she cried and he realized that she was close to cumming, just from his attentions to her tits. Amazed, he switched to her other breast and began the same process, his cock twitching against her leg as his listened to her keening moan explode into pleasured cries of her first climax with him. Vanessa’s cries of passion were almost enough to make Trey cum… he loved her scream of passion and the way her whole body shook from the orgasm. If she could enjoy that type of “orgasm” from just his sucking her nipple…what would it be like when he slid his hard cock deep in her tight pussy? Trey continued to kiss down her body. He ran his tongue in circles around her belly button and kissed right on down …. When he got to the line of pubic hair he moved to left knee…and started kissing back up …one kiss at a time… letting her feel his hot breath. As he inched closer to her lips he stopped and moved to her right knee….and started kissing his way back up…he loved how her lips had opened for him. It was beautiful and he couldn’t help but think of a pretty flower opening its bloom as he watched her pussy. He could even see her clitty peeking its head out form behind the hood. Her pussy was beautiful… Her clitty was the largest he had ever seen. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on that. He longed to suck it just like he had her nipples. He wondered if the results would be the same. Trey nuzzled her pussy lips…. And then as she opened, he ran his tongue in circles around her clitty…not touching, but going round and round. He loved how big and hard her love button was growing from his attention. He touched the tip of his tongue to the very end of her clitty and you could feel the electricity. He gently sucked it in his mouth and began swirling his tongue round and round as he pulled it tighter into his lips. He felt the contractions of her pussy as she screamed his name, shaking all over as she came on his lips…. She covered his whole face with the love juice that poured froth from her at the climax…. HE LOVED IT…. This is the way “love-making” is supposed to be! Her head was swimming, her body completely lost to this man’s touch. All of her life, she had fantasized about sex like this but had never experienced it. It seemed that he has some instinctive knowledge of just how she needed to be touched and did not hesitate to use that information to draw not one, but two mind-bending orgasms from her in swift succession. Even now, as Trey slid back up the length of her body and brought his face to hers, she shivered with pleasure, as she tasted herself on his lips, in his mouth. Without thinking about it, she began to lick his face, washing it of her cum. She’d tasted herself before but she savored it on his skin as if it were the finest delicacy. Her lips worked over his entire face, to his ear, capturing the lobe between her teeth and biting lightly. His deep throated groan of pleasure sent new heath through her. Despite two wonderful orgasms, she ached to feel him inside of her, filling her as she’d never been filled before. In fact, curiosity over the size and shape of his cock led her to trail wet kisses down his torso. With a smile, she captured his flat male nipple between her lips and returned the pleasure of sucking on it while her hands proceeded across his belly, fingers teasing the soft pubic hair she found below it. She could feel the drops of hot precum moistening it and she was eager to know HIS taste as well. Vanessa moved, placing herself between his legs, sitting back on her heels to admire his build. Her hands absently caressed the inside of his thighs while she simply looked him over, aware of his eyes on her as she did. Lightly, she tailed her fingers through the dark curls, tracing the outline of his thick cock and running them over his shaved balls. She smiled as it twitched in response to her touch and licked her lips as yet another drop of precum oozed out of the tip. With a smile, she bent towards him, her eyes locked on his as her tongue slipped from between her lips and she began to lick his swollen head. Trey groaned and his head fell back on the soft bed pillow for a moment at the intensity of the contact, only to lift it again in order to watch her. Her tongue felt sooooo good on him – swirling around and around his sensitive head. His pulsed raced at the sound of her contented humming as she tasted him. When she finally sucked the entire head into her mouth, it was all he could do to keep from shooting the entire contents of his balls into her mouth. His hands reached for her head, needing to encourage her in what she was doing, but resisting the urge to force her all the way down on him. She was in control at the moment and he liked it just fine. Lost in his taste, his feel in her mouth, Vanessa couldn’t help but ponder over his size. It was all that she could do to take his delicious head fully into her mouth…perhaps an inch or two more and even that was more than she had ever come close to doing. He was huge! She had a good eye and knew he was at least 8 inches and very thick. Her pussy began to throb at the thought of feeling all of that inside of her and her heart raced. ‘Would it hurt?’ she thought. It didn’t matter. She needed it, wanted it more than she had ever in her life. Trey lay back and pulled her on top of him….he loved the feel of her hot skin against him…Vanessa kissed him and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He could still taste his cum on her lips….and even though he had tasted his cum before, this was much better. He decided that it had to be because it was on her lips that had made it better. As they swapped tongue, their hips ground against each other…Trey could feel her wetness dripping against his thigh and she could feel his hard cock sticking between her cheeks. Trey told her to take his cock in her hand and to use the big head to massage her clitty. It sent a thrill through her to hear him tell her what he wanted…for both of them. Vanessa could feel her clit excited and knew that it had to be hard and sticking out from behind its hood. Her hand trembled as she took his cock into her hand, feeling its heat and enjoying the steel rod under velvet. The precum coating the head made it slip easily back and forth across her own hard little nub. She loved the feeling as their juices mixed. She could feel another orgasm building as she rubbed her clit with his hardness. Trey could hear that she was close, already becoming attuned to the sounds of her breathing and moans. “Yesssss, baby….”he told her. “Cum for me….I want your cum all over my cock…” It excited her to hear his voice talk about the excitement he felt when she came. Her pussy was wetter than she had ever felt it, literally dripping its juices down on him. He knew when the orgasm started deep within her. As she screamed his name and ground against him, her hand almost painfully gripping his cock as she spasmed, he struggled not cum himself from the sheer joy of it! He loved the feel of her pussy juice… her own special love juice coating him. It seemed to go one forever – one wave of pleasure after another, washing deliciously over her again and again….When it passed, Vanessa slumped weakly against him, their bodies slick with the sweat of their lovemaking. She still felt his cock, hard against her, wedged between her soaking pussy lips, the head against her still oh-so-sensitive clit. His lips pressed gentle kisses all along her neck, trailing up to her ear, pulling her lobe once again between his lips. Shivers ran through her as he sucked gently on it and blew hot breath into her ear. She moaned when his tongue once again licked the contours of her ear and then plunged into it, repeatedly fucking her ear. “I want you,” he whispered, his voice rasping with passion in her ear. “Take me inside of you…now…..” She understood instinctively. He was all too aware of his size and wanted her to control his entry, to be certain that there was no pain, no discomfort – only pleasure. It sent a thrill through her to feel this level of caring from a lover. Her mouth found his once more, opening to him, her tongue plunging deep inside of his hot mouth, moving in and out repeatedly. With only the slightest of adjustments to her position, Vanessa could feel the slick head of his cock pressing against her pussy, ready to enter her. She held still, just for a moment, reveling in the sensation of her body opening to him. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she began to slide down further along his length, feeling herself stretching to take him in. It was a sensation unlike anything she’d ever experienced and she moaned with pleasure as she felt him fill all the recesses of her pussy. Instinctively, her hips began to move in circles, allowing her to corkscrew down onto him, making him groan with pleasure. It wasn’t more than minutes but she’d felt lost in a blissful eternity when she found herself impaled on Trey’s big cock, fully imbedded in her hot, wet body. They both lay totally still, enjoying the sensation and smiling at one another. “Are you ok?” he asked, gently stroking the soft inside of her thighs as she straddled him. She was nodding when she felt him move inside of her. Not a thrust, but his big cock twitching in its pussy sheath. Vanessa gasped and then smiled at him, tightening her own muscles and squeezing him tightly. Trey’s eyes closed in pleasure and his head went back and she repeated that same internal caress time and again. Reaching behind herself, she found and began caress his smooth balls, stroking them gently and she began to move up and down on him. It was a tighter pussy than he ever remembered feeling, and he was wild with the sensation, trying to pace himself and keep from cumming too soon. It was next to impossible though as he lay beneath this sensual woman and watched his dick disappear into her dripping went body time and again. Her hands were holding her breasts, pinching her nipples so hard they were getting red. As her pace increased his own hands found her hips, fingers pressing into the soft flesh and encouraging her. “Oh baby…yessssss….” She whispered hoarsely, a wail within the sound. “Oh god Trey, yesssss, fuck meeeeeee….” That was all it took. As he felt her spasms grabbing him, milking him, Trey felt his own orgasm hit, welling up from deep in his balls and bursting forth into her body. Pulse of pulse spurted from him, the sounds of her climaxing scream blending with his own cries of release. When it was over, she collapsed once more on top of him, her ragged breathing matching his own. His hand absently stroked her sweat-damped hair for an endless time before either of them stirred. Vanessa lifted herself up and smiled at him. “Wow” was all she said. Trey smiled and watched as her eyes widened in surprise. “HOW are you doing that?” she whispered as she felt him growing hard inside of her again. “Just wait and see, hon. The best is yet to come….”