1 comments/ 52312 views/ 3 favorites Lisa & the Professor By: UBU “I know what you want, Professor.” “Oh, do you, Lisa?” I asked, even though I’d realized from the instant she’d pushed open the door and sauntered into my office that she did indeed know what I wanted and, what was more, that she was prepared to demand it of me. “Yes, Professor,” she said, slouching into the empire chair across from me. “How did you put in your book? You want to worship my body, isn’t that it?” “Well --” I stood involuntarily -- the long, high necked muslin dress that had seemed so decorous from a distance was in fact almost transparent, revealing as much as it hid, making it obvious that the only underwear she was wearing was the filmy garter belt stretching down to her stockings. “It is a thing of beauty.” “You ought to know, Professor. You’ve been studying it enough.” “True, true --” The sight of Lisa in the front row at my lectures, smiling knowingly as she crossed her legs or stretched, fully aware of the effect she was creating, was one of the few things that had kept me going that semester. I took a step toward her. “But, certainly, you merit closer --” “Hold it , Professor! ” She put up her hand. “You had better remember one thing..” Her dress was unbuttoned from the hem to her waist, and she carefully laid the skirts to the sides. “Tonight I’m the instructor. I’m handing out the assignments. I’m giving the final examination. Agreed?” I fell to my knees, stunned and disarmed by her sudden revelation, her plump, stockinged legs spread, her delicate lips nestled in dark tangle of pubic hair, her pink stomach just visible between garter belt and dress, her full breast straining at the bodice, her just opened mouth, and above all, her wide, mocking eyes. “Agreed.” ‘Well, you are a quick learner, aren’t you Professor?” She stood up, looking down at me from the corners of her eyes, holding her dress open. “You can get off your knees for a second. Now why don’t you unbutton the rest. You can handle that, can’t you Professor?” I got to my feet, weak-kneed, and unsteady, my fingers fumbling at the first ivory button at the collar, so aware of her, the warmth of her, her breath on my cheek, her hair tickling me. “Why Professor you’re trembling.” Slowly I worked my way down the other buttons, her breasts halfway out at the fifth and all the way out at the sixth, bouncing in front of me, full and round, small nippled, but as I reached for her she stepped back.. “You are not touch me in any way unless I instruct you. You had better pay a little more attention.” She stood there for a second, glaring at me, then put her foot on the chair. “Take off my shoe.” I leaned over, trying to undo the strap of her high heeled sandal, pulling it off her, cradling her warm instep, compulsively kissing her toes masked in the gauzy stocking. “I didn’t say.” she said, pushing my head back. “That you could do that, did I Professor?” We stood there in silence for a second, me with my head bowed and her with her foot on the chair. “Excuse me?” “No. I’m sorry, it’s just...” “No you’re sorry, it’s just what, Professor?” “It’s just that you’re so beautiful....” “Come on, Professor, you can be a little more original than that can’t you? Try to present a unique argument.” I didn’t answer, looking instead up from her foot to the blue tops of her stockings, and the curve of her raised thigh as it met her dark pubic patch in a pale triangle, the California tan lines, her breasts like white bubbles on her tan skin. “Down, boy.” she pushed my back to my knees. “I like you better like that. Now you can take off my stocking. Be careful. Roll it down.” I bent to her again. unsnapping the garter belt, again unsteady from the proximity of her, the female smell of her sex coming to me from where it nestled so close to my fingers. I rolled them down, now having no choice but to touch her calf as I slid the nylon down it and off her heel. “Not too bad. Let’s see if you can repeat the process.” This time, more sure of the mechanics I lingered on the sensations, the feel of the nylon across her smooth thigh, the light polish on her toenails, even as my hands shook. “Steady there. You’re not going to have a heart attack on me, are you Professor?” I realized I’d been gasping with desire and anticipation. ‘Well, I would go happy....” “You’re easily amused. I’m afraid my curve is a little steeper.” She stood above me now, legs bare, the dress hanging loosely at her sides, smiling despite herself, flattered by my clear adoration, flexing a little, posing, tilting out her breasts. “So what have you got, anyway? You really do seem to tent those 501’s, Professor. I’ve often wondered what exactly you were packing.” My present state of mind made it hard for me to follow her. “What?” She snorted derisively. “I’ll make elementary for you, Professor. Stand up and take off your fucking clothes. I’m not really comfortable being the only naked one here.” “Ah, yes, of course...” I threw off my coat and quickly unbuttoned my shirt, and hopped out of my Levis, before I even stopped to think, my incredibly rampant dick indeed tenting the front of my boxers. “Everything Professor.” Brusquely she hooked per fingers on the elastic and snatched them down to my ankles. “Ah, yes, uh...” And there I was, standing in front of her, my not unimpressive dick waving in front of me, pointed at the object of his desire. “Hmmm.” She walked around me studding my cock and ass as if I was a sculpture. “Not bad. I was afraid it’d be much worse.” She reached out suddenly and grabbed my penis, squeezing it hard, and I writhed halfway between pain and pleasure. “And that really isn’t a bad little number there. You can never tell whose going to have a half decent one can you?” She let go of me brusquely. “But this isn’t about your body is it, Professor?” Again she stared me down. “Excuse me?” “No, Lisa it’s about your body. Your beautiful body.” “You’re learning, Professor. Baby steps , but learning.” She slumped triumphantly back in the chair. “Now you may touch me, but touch only, and only where I tell you. Why don’t we start with a little foot massage.” Feverishly I grabbed her smooth, pedicured foot and gently kneaded it, slowly and cautiously moving my way up, cupping her round calf, working up to trace the insides of her thigh.. “Other foot now.” She gave me a slight kick. “Don’t get cute.” I worked on her right foot in turn, following the same slow path up her, once again ticking at her thigh, sliding a tentative finger into her..” She kicked me away hard before I could get any further. “Don’t be an overeager schoolboy, Professor. why don’t you work on my shoulders? They get so sore from taking all those notes.” “Yes, yes,” I bent over trying to touch her with just my hands, her bent legs between mine, my throbbing dick just inches from her chest. She closed her eyes and groaned as I tentatively kneaded the base of her neck.. “Harder.” My thumbs swept over her elastic skin, working out the knots, leaning ever closer, incrementally working down. “Go ahead,” she said when I hesitated. “I know you’ve been dying to touch them.” Greedily I cupped her breasts, gathering them in my palms and lightly pinching the nipples, finally really feeling what my eyes had feasted on for so long. “Oh, god,” she moaned lightly, allowing herself to show excitement for the first time. “Use your mouth, you can use your mouth now.” I was on my knees again, between her legs, leaning against her as I licked and kissed the flesh between my fingers, trying to suck the whole wide aureole into my mouth, lingering to cover every inch of those finally exposed tits, then working irresistibly downward, her fingers tangling in my hair as, with the slightest of pressures, she guided my head down her just rounded belly, back to the thighs where they lay against the edge of the chair, and then slowly, slowly to the center of her legs and the warm folds of her pussy. I took a few savory slow laps then began in earnest, hunting her pleasure with my mouth, following her sensations from the outer lips, to stab down her vagina and then finally suck on her clit, working harder and harder as she twitched and panted in the chair, her fingers clutching me tighter now, guiding me to her more insistently, as we were lost from time, from space, from anything but the motions of this pleasure, my cock vibrating, dripping pre-cum, as she finally started, and I knew that each movement of my tongue brought her an orgasm and I tormented her now, driving her back and back into that chair, helpless with orgasm after orgasm, until she finally pushed me away, laughing, “No, no more, no more....” I crumpled to the floor, almost as spent as she was, despite my still insistently unsatisfied cock, looking up at her as she leaned back, glowing with triumph and pleasure. “Not bad, Professor, not bad at all.” In a moment she stood, carefully smoothing her stockings back on, and hopping into her shoes. “Let’s say a Gentleman’s B huh?” Slowly, she buttoned the dress back up. “I on the other hand will take an A. Plus.” There came a ringing from the hall. “OOPS, there’s the bell. Class dismissed, Professor. You better hurry or you’ll be late for your next one. See you there.” She sauntered out the same way she’d come in, leaving me lying there on the floor, naked and erect.