0 comments/ 74263 views/ 19 favorites Janie in the Library By: divergirlxoxo I had seen him around the halls a few times, but he had only smiled weakly at me and glanced at the ground. For the longest time I didn't even know his name. I assumed he must be an adjunct professor at my prestigious graduate school; he dressed professional, and his silver hair was a clue to his age bracket. For the life of me, I do not understand why he was so intriguing. He stood about six feet tall, and his body-type was that of a wrestler or rugby player; he was stout and had muscular legs and arms. Colin, as his name turned out to be, had kind blues eyes but he wasn't dashingly handsome by any standard. I was about a year into my studies before I realized he was not only an adjunct who actually taught courses, but he was also the head of a research center and was awarded more grants than any other adjunct professor at the school. Colin took his work seriously. It wasn't until the first day of class during my fourth semester that we were formally introduced; he was teaching my advanced biology course! The third time Colin incorrectly called me Jane, I realized I would have to speak up more and perhaps see him outside of class so he would get to know me; afterall I didn't want to be just a number. After the second class meeting, I approached Colin to ask him about a specimen in the museum, where it could be located, and if I may study it. He was cordial and professional, and an over-all pleasant man to be around. I was not afraid to approach him, but was in awe of his intelligence and abilities. "Let's go take a look at the specimen; it's on my shelf space in the warehouse," he said calmly before leading me down the poorly-lit corridor to the warehouse. The warehouse is a large, dark, area where they store all kinds of things: sampling gear, experimental equipment, recently collected specimens not yet inducted into the museum, and much more. It's always a few degrees too cold the warehouse (hence my nipples began to harden). I am usually fairly outgoing with a bubbly personality, but I found my demeanor reserved and shy in Colin's presence. I kept quiet while he continued to talk about the specimen, where it was collected, how I could recognize it, etc. as we entered the warehouse. The cool, stale air of the room hit us, but Colin continued to talk unwavering and even managed to steal a glance of my cleavage. My heart beat quickened as I realized he was not immune to my womanly charms. The specimen was placed on a high shelf, so as Colin crawled up the ladder still chatting, his crotch was at my eye level. I blushed as I caught myself looking at his groin, and was distracted enough to loose the line of conversation. "...Janie?" "Um, yeah, Dr...." "– Please call me Colin. I asked what courses you've taken in anatomy? I answered him and lowered my lashes, still embarrassed that I was contemplating the proportions of a cock belonging to a man 16 years my senior. He didn't seem to notice my blush and asked where I did my undergraduate studies. We learned we had both attended the same university; unfortunately, when he graduated with a Bachelor's I was in elementary school! I finally started to relax around Colin as we talked about old professors we'd had to deal with in the past, the ones that just wouldn't retire. Colin also began to loosen up; he joked with me and even let a four-letter word or two slip into the conversation, which I thought was hilarious. I found him to be quite humorous, but also patient and very sure of himself. Colin was sincerely interested in my graduate work, my hopes and dreams. The following week I met with my graduate advisor, Stella, who is also an adjunct professor but one who is in the field so often, she didn't get much time to really advise me. In fact, we had been so out-of-phase, that at almost two years into my degree program, I hadn't yet started my project! The meeting was to remedy that. "Janie, you're just going to have to pick a question that is going to keep you interested for a least two years: one year for data collection, and one year to write it up," she said to me. I bit my lower lip and tried not to show my growing disinterest and distaste for my current thesis topic. She had helped me get into this school, and now she was counting on me to finish. During our conversation, I noticed Colin walk into the shared quarters and take a seat at his desk next to Stella's. Stella turned back towards her computer and I took this as my hint to leave, and mull over my issues in solitude. I let out a deep sigh, not hiding my frustration, and stood to go. I could feel Colin's eyes on me as I exited through the heavy door, but didn't turn to look at him. Tears were welling up in the corners of my eyes. Why did this have to be so hard; I just want to graduate?! As I walked down the hall, I heard the same door open and close behind me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned, expecting Stella to be there to comfort me. However, my eyes set on the blue-grey pools of Colin's eyes. Consolation and comfort radiated from his eyes, with even a bit of sympathy. An audible gasp escaped my lips as I was not expecting him to pull me so close, nor that he would be staring at me so intently. "Janie...are you okay; you seem a bit upset? Are you looking for a thesis project?" he asked in his husky voice, one eyebrow cocked. "...um, well, I don't really have one at the moment." I looked up at him wide-eyed, batting my lashes quickly to keep the tears from spilling over. "Follow me; I have an idea for you." Colin led me into the warehouse where he showed me three new specimens in need of a researcher. The two of us talked for a good hour and by lunchtime, Colin was my new college advisor and mentor. This meant I had to completely switch my project. Luckily, Stella was understanding and let me go. My crush on Colin continued to deepen over the following weeks. We got to know more about each other slowly, as both he and I were professional in our conversations. I tried to put my silly fantasies to rest since I doubted he would ever take the bait; I figured he could probably get into trouble with the dean if he was caught fornicating with a grad student. I told myself he was too much of a nice guy to ever hit on me. Towards the end of the semester, I was required to speak at a National Conference, and it was my first big talk. Colin was incredibly supportive. The day before my talk, Colin and I met in the library to go through my slides together. I was dressed nicely, like I always do for him. It was past lunchtime, and we were putting away the laptop when I snagged my nylons on a table leg. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed in annoyance. "What happened?" Colin asked with concern. "Just my nylons." I reached down to rub the little blemish on my tan leggings. The run cascaded down over my supple calf. Colin stared blankly at my leg but said nothing. The air felt heavy and I blushed deeply. Silence ensued for a few minutes while I thought of something to say. "Are you going to lunch now?" "Yeah, I'm gonna go get a sandwich," he said. "Can I come?" Colin stared at me for a second as if he didn't hear me correctly. "Oh sure, but I was gonna walk to the deli," Colin said, eying my high heels. "Um, can I meet you down there? I don't wanna walk in these," I said referring to my sexy shoes. "Sure." I had ordered my sandwich and was waiting at a table by the time Colin strolled into the deli. He ordered and then we sat together outside. Our conversation flowed freely and there was no lag in discussion. In fact, I found myself revealing some rather personal information about my childhood, family, and relationships. In turn, Colin told me that he was divorced. This was our first non-academic conversation, and it lasted almost an hour. I offered him a ride back to campus, but he declined. My heart sank and I wondered if he was even interested in me physically. The following day was the big day, and I was nervous about my speech. I showed up a couple of hours early to mingle with the other members. Colin caught my eye after a few minutes of rubbing elbows with potential PhD advisors. He looked handsome in a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt. He introduced me to a few big-names, and then the two of us talked until it was dangerously close to my presentation. We both decided to take a seat in the room where I was scheduled to present, and listen to the lecture in progress. I had a difficult time focusing on the lecture going on; not only was I nervous about my own speech, but Colin was sitting right next to me and I could feel his body heat radiating toward me. I had a lot of questions about the proceedings, so every few minutes I would lean over to him and whisper in his ear: "Should I use the mic or just speak loudly? Is there a laser pointer up there? When should I walk up to the moderator?" Despite my preoccupation with remembering my speech, I noticed Colin would shift in his seat every time I whispered in his ear. It was as if he was turning his body toward me and allowing me to lean onto his lap. My talk went well; I did a good job. Afterwards as I walked back to my seat, I was greeted by a few of my friends who all gave me hugs. Colin approached me and wrapped his big arms around me in turn. Not only was I overwhelmed by his actions, I noticed he squeezed me rather firmly. All the adrenalin and excitement had me giddy, and I almost kissed his cheek. Instead, I hugged him back sincerely. Later, Colin's hug got me thinking. He was the only male professor who had ever touched me in such a way. His strong arms had felt like a warm robe fresh from the dryer; he was comfortable to me. Despite all the confusing emotions running though me, it had felt right. The following day, I again went to the conference to attend more talks, this time only listening from the audience! I was about five talks into my day when I decided to take a break, give my brain a rest, and peruse the snack counter in the lobby. I was selecting a delectable-looking brownie when Colin appeared out of my peripheral vision. He also had a brownie in hand and smiled at me. I returned the gesture, walking over to his vicinity. As I approached him, he held out his arms and offered me another hug. I was bewildered, but graciously accepted the chance to have his bear paw-like hands on me once more. I blushed profusely as he released me and together we indulged in the chocolate brownies. This time, our conversation was personal again. We talked about our first year in college, drugs, alcohol, sports, and some stories without politically correct terminology. We got so caught up in conversation that I almost missed my friend's talk, which I had been waiting for all day long! The next few weeks, Colin seemed to be hanging around "our spot" in the library. We chatted a few times about school matters. As the holidays approached, I decided to bake him a pie. My heart was pounding as I walked down the hallway to his office area, pie in hand. Surprisingly, he was leaving out the door at the same time I was entering. We almost collided and luckily I saved the pie from crashing to the floor. When he realized it was for him, he smiled appreciatively, thanked me, and then hugged me again. My heart soared as I allowed Colin to squeeze me gently (I was still holding the pie). I was working in the library later that day when Colin approached me to thank me again for the dessert and to wish me a happy Thanksgiving. He left and I felt disappointed at having to wait an entire week to see him again. I wondered if he would be missing me as well. The first day back from break had me working in my usual corner of the library. I kept an eye out for Colin, as he had a way of sneaking up on me when I was deep in thought. He usually leaves to go home around 4 pm. At 4:30-ish I decided to take a break from my studies to peruse a few stories on Literotica.com. I often did this in the library after hours, but it was pretty daring to do it so early in the evening. With this is mind, I made sure my laptop was facing the window, not towards the entrance. The erotic story I was reading was getting juicy and I felt my pussy dampen. The idea of doing something so naughty in a public place really added to my arousal. I glanced around nervously before moving my hand between my legs. I was wearing a long skirt without any panties. It was easy to tease aside the fabric and allow my hand access. I listened for the tell-tale click of the library door, but heard no commotion; the place was empty. My heart beat pounded in my ears as I neared the climax of the short story (pun intended). My hand was wiggling furiously on my clit, and my breathing deepened. All other incoming stimuli were drowned out by the buzzing of arousal in my ears. I must have been so engrossed in my reading that I didn't sense the presence of someone standing behind me. All of a sudden I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat and I nearly jumped into the chair next to me. I squeaked in surprise and my laptop slid to the floor, the lid slamming closed. I looked up through my matted bangs to see Colin standing there, smiling sheepishly at me, his face almost as red as mine. "...s-s-sorry, Janie..." "Ohmigawd, you scared me, Colin!" I whisper-yelled at him. I felt my voice shaking. Had he seen what my hand had been doing? Could he have been reading my laptop screen over my shoulder? "I didn't mean to..." he stammered. I couldn't think of anything to say as I wiped my slick fingers on my cotton skirt. "I didn't see anything," he lied. This told me that he had seen everything. My heart felt like it was going to melt into my stomach, and my ribcage would implode. I felt tears coming to my eyes. I think Colin sensed this because he continued his apology, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have invaded your privacy. I thought it would be fun to sneak up on you, but then my eyes caught on certain words of the text you were reading, and um...I'm sorry. Ah, let's pretend it never happened." Before I could get up, say or do anything, he left the library. My mind raced. Would he get me into trouble over this? What if he decided to drop me as his student due to awkward feelings created by my ill-planned public masturbation? About 20 minutes passed as I stared blankly at the wooden tabletop wondering how to get myself out of this humiliating mess gracefully. I decided to send Colin an email to apologize. I mean, we were grown-ups and I'm sure we both have enjoyed plenty of masturbation over the years. It's a normal part of life and I shouldn't feel so embarrassed. I picked my laptop up off the floor. At 5:26 pm I sent: Colin, I just want to apologize for my actions in the library today. I am a victim of a wandering mind and poor judgement. In no way did I intend for such a situation to occur. I hope we can still have a professional relationship and that you continue to regard me in high esteem, as I do you. Please accept my sincerest apologies, and understand this will never happen again. Sincerely, Janie I held my breath as I hit the "send" button with my cursor. I hoped my email would reach him before he left for home. I was so hopeful he was still at his desk that I kept refreshing my mailbox, awaiting a reply. He had always been prompt before. Finally, after ten agonizing minutes, I got a reply. I clicked it open immediately: Janie, Please don't be sorry. I know you feel embarrassed, but so do I. In all honesty, I was just as surprised to have witnessed you enjoying your "mind-wandering" (as you call it), as you were of my intrusion. I had to clear my throat to bring me back to reality. Let me assure you that I still hold you in high esteem, even more so now that I have seen such a private side of you. Don't worry, I will not tell anyone. In a few years, hopefully, we can look back at this incident and laugh. Best, Colin I let out a sigh. My heart was tingling in my chest. I pondered a few key sentences from his email and then began to write a reply: Colin, Thanks for the kind words. I'm glad it was you who caught me rather than some silly male grad student. Otherwise the rumor would be all around the school by now! I admire your honesty and applaud your discretion. I can assure you there won't be a next time...but if there were, you should wait to clear your throat until after I've finished. Ha ha ha. =) Smiles, J. I knew he could appreciate my humor and hopefully it would lighten the mood between us. This time, I got a reply three minutes later. This was funny because we were emailing back and forth but his desk was about 30 meters down the hall. J. – So, we are already laughing about it? Good. I have a joke to add as well: I probably won't get to edit your manuscript tonight because I'll be busy letting my "mind wander" about what just happened. C. My heart skipped a beat as my pussy pulsed on its own accord. What was this, mild flirting? How could I face him after what he caught me doing; and now after these steamy emails? However, I decided to play along and see how far it would go. By now it was after 6 pm: C. – Just make sure I get my manuscript back without the pages stuck together! If it's any consolation, I will probably pick up where I left off later tonight as well, if not sooner. J. There was a lag in emailing at this point, and I worried that the joking had gone too far. It was way past "sexual harassment" material. Minutes passed and I began to worry more and more. Finally there was a reply: J.- My God, I would be so lucky to watch you do that. Today I only saw a glimpse, but it was enough to almost ruin my shorts! You are making it difficult to concentrate on my work! C. I smiled, he totally wanted me. But I still wasn't sure if he would go through with it. Couldn't he loose his job if anyone found out? Figuring it didn't hurt to play, I continued: C.- It's well past normal working hours, so you can't blame me for your inability to concentrate. Anyhow, I'm going to get back to my own "work" - I need some relief before I can continue with homework as I was rudely interrupted earlier. J. Again there was a lapse in email. I half expected him to come strolling though the library door. It was now dark outside and most everyone at school had gone home. I continued to casually stroke my pussy though my thin cotton skirt. Damn, I was wet! Minutes later: "What do you think about when your mind wanders?" Now it was like a slow internet chatting session. I found my fingers typing on their own accord. "I have one favorite fantasy where a man with some sort of power over me makes love to me tenderly, yet with a smidgeon of roughness. Right here in the library." "And how does he do that?" "He moves his big hands all over my body, squeezing me in certain places. Then he bends me over this desk and takes me passionately." "And do you protest?" "A little but I can't say no to him. I admire him so much, I could never deny him." "Do you like his cock inside you?" "I love it! I have dreamed of it for months! It is just as I imagined!" "So you are nice and wet for him?" My heart was racing. "Yes, so very wet! I want to take him completely inside me!" "I'm sure he would want to give it to you roughly and very deep. I bet your ass would like a swat? Would your hair like a tug? I would love to lick the back of your sexy neck." How did he know that's what I like? "My pussy is so wet right now!" "I want to lick you all over. I bet your pussy is sweet, just like you!" At this point, my legs were spread wide and my fingers buried deep inside my pussy. My toes curled uncontrollably and I felt an orgasm building quickly. I couldn't believe this was happening! My very professional, and much older professor, was telling me through our school's email system that he wanted to taste my cunt! "Please cum fuck me Colin! I need you inside me!" Janie in the Library Ch. 02 My alarm clock woke me with an annoying buzz as the first rays of sunshine fell across my pillow. My birds could be heard protesting the blanket over their cage. I wiped my eyes and glanced at the clock. Why did it always feel like I was sleep-deprived? Oh yeah, I am in a graduate school program; of course I am sleep deprived. Then my thoughts flowed to last night. Colin. My professor. In the library. The emails. The sex. My stomach turned and I felt a mixture of nausea and exhilaration. I couldn't tell if I was excited or upset. As I showered I remembered our tryst. He had been a tender lover, yet with a firm hand; dominant but not unkind. He had felt wonderful inside me. I shampooed my hair and let the suds run down my back. I felt like a schoolgirl in love with the junior high bully. This couldn't possibly work, could it? I dried myself off and slipped on some green silk panties. My pussy was sore and it felt comforting to have my high-end lingerie against my sensitive skin. Or was this just an excuse to wear my sexiest panties in hope that Colin would get to see them? Who was I kidding; I had developed a desperate crush on my college advisor, mentor, and professor. This was supposed to be a professional relationship! My jeans slid up over my womanly hips as I recalled the previous night. We had stayed on the carpeted floor of the library for some time, talking and complementing each others' sexual expertise. We had dressed in silence, and Colin helped me clean the wet spot off the rug. I was so shy I could barely look at him. He hugged me goodnight after walking me to my car. I didn't return home until after midnight and fell asleep with the realization that we had not discussed the "morning after." What was to become of us? I loaded my car with my daily essentials: my purse, my laptop, my books and gym bag. My mind was cloudy with memories. As I sat in the drivers' seat, I had to move the sweater I had been wearing the previous night out of the way. It smelled of him. My heart fluttered. As I approached the campus, my whole body began to shake with apprehension. I wanted more than ever to see Colin, yet at the same time, I was tempted to turn the wheel and drive far, far away. More than ever, I was nervous someone would find out. Either we would be on a hidden camera somewhere, or my friends would guess my secret the moment they saw my face. Twisted fantasies of the dean yelling at us flashed through my mind. I also had an urge to tell someone. I had gotten the one man I had been lusting after for months; there was a sense of accomplishment in that! But who in their right mind would approve of such a fucked up situation? Who could I possibly confide in? He was old enough to be my father...barely, but he was! I walked towards the front entrance of my school's main lobby. It looked empty and lonely, and for a moment I wondered if it was Saturday. No, I was early, for once. I wanted to go into the library but found my body walking away from it on its own accord. I passed the front desk and headed into the restroom. I ran my sweating palms under the faucet before looking up at my reflection. The person staring back at me from the mirror did not look like me. I looked like a slut who fucks her teacher. I laughed at myself and fixed a stray hair. Maybe I should have taken the day off. I took a deep sigh and held my head up high. I smiled at myself in the mirror and talked myself into leaving the safe haven of the women's restroom. I passed a few people in the halls but it was all a blur and I glanced at the ground whenever anyone smiled at me. I found a spot in the museum where I knew I would be alone with my thoughts. I set up my laptop so it looked like I was busy, but I doubted I would get any of my thesis work done today. I actually felt very much alone. I decided to check my email but found nothing exciting in my inbox. A wicked thrill shot through me as I remembered Colin's emails from last night. I had saved a few of them and found myself re-reading them with growing excitement. I couldn't believe the raunchy, sexy things he said to me in his emails last night. My professional and distinguished advisor! He was like a Jeckel and Hyde: refined and intellectual one moment and a ravenous sexual deviant the next. And kinky! He had licked my neck, swatted my ass, and spanked my clit all in the same session. Not to mention he made passionate love to me like no man ever had. With the men my age, we had to work at sex for a few months until it was that good, but Colin did everything right on our first night together. About 30 minutes passed before I was finished with my day-dreaming and decided to get some work done. I set up my work station with all the proper equipment, put my audio files on shuffle, and went to the warehouse to get some specimens. I located a few jars that I needed on the shelf. They were slightly dusty and just out of reach. Glancing around, I spotted the ladder and moved it over. I climbed up three steps and placed my small hands over the jar I wanted. It was heavier than expected, so I had to lean over the plastic bin. "Hi, Janie..." I recognized Colin's voice immediately and almost fell off the ladder. I sighed and pushed my blonde bangs out of my eyes. The smile that spread across my face was not of my intention. I must have been blushing as well. Colin smiled up at me like the knight waiting for Rapunzel to throw down her golden hair. "How are you?" he asked. "Confused," I admitted. He widened his eyes briefly, indicating he understood my confusion. He sighed, "Shall we talk about it?" I glanced around the dim warehouse. God, this whole situation was making me paranoid. "How 'bout lunch?" I asked. I didn't want to sound too eager. "I have a meeting with a student. We could meet after that, but unfortunately my office is a shared space so we would need to go somewhere private." We both thought for a moment. "Why don't we go out for dinner instead?" he inquired. I could tell he was holding his breath. "That's a possibility," I nodded. I fought the urge to come down and bury myself in his embrace. Actually I didn't trust my weak knees to navigate down the stairs. He seemed even more attractive than usual today. He was wearing a red Polo shirt and trousers; nothing too fancy. Nevertheless my eyes feasted on him like I hadn't seen him in weeks. His unwavering stare met mine, and of course, I blushed and turned away. "So I will email you?" "Sure," I said, stifling a giggle. He turned on his heels and I watched him go. Later that day, I was in the library hunting for an article, when Colin walked in. I was excited but looked up nonchalantly and blinked at him as he approached. "I made a reservation," he said. "What!?" I said, a little too loudly for a library setting. "For dinner; I made a reservation at Mox's Latitudes." I scowled, "I heard you, but in God's name, why?" "So we can eat in peace, and nobody from here will interrupt us. Be sides, I wanted to take you someplace nice," he explained in a whisper. I rolled my eyes at him, but he had a point. None of the professors lived around here, so we would probably be safe. And most of the students couldn't afford to eat at a place like that. "Okay, what time?" He smiled, "seven." I was waiting in my car in the campus lot when Colin appeared. He glanced over at me in the darkness before getting into his car. We had decided through email to take separate cars to Mox's Latitudes. I didn't see anyone else about, but played it safe by putting a few minutes between us. It took me a mere 5 minutes to reach the destination, and I saw Colin walk into the restaurant as I parked. In the car, I changed into my gym top which is really low-cut and sparkly. I usually wear it with a sports bra so it looked quite different with my green silk push-up bra underneath. I paired it with my cardigan sweater from the night before and changed into the emergency pumps I keep in the trunk. My black belt matched the shoes. I ran a comb through my blonde locks and a lipstick across my lips so I looked presentable. I was nervous as I crossed the threshold into the lobby. What if Colin told me he didn't want to continue this relationship? I wasn't sure I wanted to either. The doorman greeted me and escorted me into the bar. Colin stood by the bar with a Tom Collins; he brightened when he saw me, immediately approached, and pulled me into his arms. My tension faded as Colin embraced me. He whispered into my ear that I looked lovely. We sat at the bar and waited for our table. I was silent for a few moments until I got comfortable with my surroundings. Colin ordered me a glass of wine, which I declined for a gin and tonic. I could tell he wanted to wait until we were seated at our table before discussing our situation further. I gave him my bedroom eyes and lightly flirted with him as we discussed my project, the weather, the baseball season. Finally we were seated and left alone in a dim corner of the restaurant. I couldn't help but grin at him from across the table as the candle light sparkled in his crystal blue eyes. "So, the lady is confused," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "And you're not?" I countered. "It's tricky, the situation. But I am not confused about how you make me feel." I almost choked on my drink. Playing coy I asked, "And how do I make you feel?" There was a silence while he thought of a response. I waited for him to answer and hid my nervousness by sipping my drink. "Janie, I can't get half my work done during the day because I am thinking about you. My mind wanders to, among other things, your charisma, charm, poise, and intelligence." "...among what other things?" I asked playfully. God, I was good at hiding my emotions. Inside I was doing cartwheels. He looked so handsome in the candle light. "...well, for one thing, I have to excuse myself to masturbate in the men's bathroom at least twice a day. You've got my sex drive pushing the limit. I'm and old man; you could give me a heart-attack," he joked and winked at me. I giggled, "How long have you felt this way?" "Mmm, probably since that first day I was showing you around the warehouse. You had your hair up and I remember wanting to feast on your delicate neck." I blushed deeper. "I went home that night, took a cold shower, and tried to get you out of my head. My career is important to me," he said harshly. His last sentence stung me. I felt the blood leave my face. There it was; the reason I would never get to kiss him again. It took all my strength to hold myself together. "But everyday I saw you, Janie; I just wanted you more and more; no matter how much I told myself it was wrong." There was a pause, and then, "I started planning my day around coming to visit you in the library. At night alone in bed I began to fantasize about what it would be like to hold your soft womanly body against mine. Tasting you. Making you laugh. You have this adorable way of scrunching your nose up like a nymph when you laugh." I just sat across from him, not comprehending the words that I was hearing. After a moment of silence in which Colin stared at his interlaced hands, I reached out and placed my hand on his forearm. He moved his head up to look at me. He continued, "So, I would like to know what you propose we do. I have told you how I feel and now the ball is in your court. But please understand that I will respect your decision, whatever it may be." The waiter came to take our order but we hadn't even glanced at our menus yet. Colin ordered the special after our young waiter recited his well-rehearsed lines. I did the same. After the waiter left we continued our conversation. My mouth opened and the words came out slowly and deliberately, but my voice sounded like someone else's. "Colin, first and foremost, this is your career. This is my life too. If we got caught, the dean would surely expel me and possibly fire you. I don't know if that is a risk we should take to indulge in a little affair. You will never come across another position like this, at our school, with the department chair ready to retire and you next in line! You must have your head way up in the clouds to want to mess up the deal you've got goin'." Colin lowered his head as if I were his mother giving him a lecture. He sort-of sulked for a moment, and for once, looked much younger than his 45 years. My words were the words of his conscious, and he felt guilty. I couldn't believe what I had just said. My heart and soul wanted to comfort him, to reach out and tell him I was equally infatuated with him as he was me. But I knew our relationship would never work. So I left it at that. We finished our meal quietly and politely. Of course he paid and tipped generously. We parted at the lobby door with a simple hug. I had to fight to hold back the impulse to kiss him. Neither one of us looked at the other as we each walked our separate ways. As I drove home, I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I should have never flirted with him; this was entirely my fault. Colin is not stupid, but he is a man. Men have needs, and I tempted him. Now we have a situation where both of our careers are on the line. Although I was very upset at the outcome, I knew I had done the right thing by turning him away. That night as I crawled into bed, I couldn't help but wonder what Colin could possibly be doing at that exact moment. With the lights off, I stared into the darkness and imagined his face: his masculine chin with 5-o'clock shadow, the crows feet at the corners of his eyes, and oh, those blue eyes. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was resting on my genitals and slowly working in circles. My fingers found a way into my green panties as I imagined how Colin would look above me on the bed. Oh the things I would do to him if he was in bed with me, I thought. My slippery fingers increased their pace on my clitoris, moving the nub of flesh in small frantic circles. My other hand moved to pinch my left nipple. I let out a faint gasp as I imagined Colin's mouth over my teat instead of my own fingers. As my breathing became more urgent, I moved my left hand downwards to meet my right at my sex. I pushed my left index finger inside my pussy and caressed my inner walls. In my mind it was Colin's manhood parting my pussyfolds. My hips bucked upwards to meet my own hands, as the dizzy falling feeling of relief engulfed me. I lay motionless for a moment as the heavenly sensations of post-orgasm slowly faded. But my peaceful state didn't last long as feelings of loneliness, guilt, and anxiety crept in. It was a long while before I could fall asleep. The following weeks were awkward, tortured, and definitely lacked sex. I mostly avoided the library and stayed hidden in the museum. Colin took a week-long vacation and didn't even tell me. I had to learn from a fellow student that he went to Yosemite National Park to get some work done. My colleague specifically told me that Colin was stressed out, and so decided to finish a long-overdue manuscript at his mountain cabin. I missed Colin while he was away. I was hoping my infatuation with him would fade, but the next time I saw him, the feelings were just as strong. I went into his office to talk about my thesis; a purely scholastic conversation, I told myself. "Hi, are you busy?" I asked, poking my head inside the door to the joint-adjunct professor offices. He was seated at his desk dressed in a grey suit. His eyes brightened as he turned away from his laptop to look at me. But then he looked back at the screen. "Sure, what can I do for you?" We talked about my project proposal. He was very short and cold with me, and rarely would look me in the eye. I got the information and the help that I needed from him and excused myself. I felt my cheeks burning as I walked down the faculty offices hallway back to the main corridor. I could barely feel my feet as I walked. My eyes blurred behind tears that threatened to spill down my face. Quickly, I walked back to the museum so no one would see me cry. It was Friday, so I left early. I decided to come in the following day to work in peace without Colin upsetting my day; he never comes in on the weekend. Saturday mid-day was gloomy, just like my mood. I arrived to campus but didn't notice Colin's Jeep Cherokee parked in the faculty lot. The lab where I work was completely empty like a ghost town. I set up my equipment and grabbed my key to the warehouse; the doors automatically lock on the weekends. I fumbled with the lock for a moment before success. The uncomfortably cool and damp air of the warehouse hit me and made me shudder. I don't believe in ghosts, but if I did, I suspected they would live here. The specimens I needed were housed in a plastic tub at the back corner of the building, next to a flume, the aquarium pump, and some loud machinery that keeps everything running. At first, I was just bending over to look through the jars; however my breasts kept threatening to pop out of my low-cut blouse so I knelt down instead. I found a few specimens I needed, but kept looking. I stood and followed the bins up the shelf, reading labels and glancing at the contents. I heard a loud thud from the other end of the large room. My head shot around to find the source but I could not see any movement or suspicious shadows. I went back to my searching. A feeling like I was being watched overcame me. Internally I laughed at myself and crouched down over another plastic tub. Satisfied that I had found all there was to find, I abruptly stood and stepped back; right into something. Something large. Something warm. Something that grabbed me around my waist. I dropped the jar, but luckily he caught it. He being Colin. My eyes were wide with surprise as I looked up into his face. His eyes were intense, like a predator on a prey item. I couldn't think of anything to say as he set the jar down on the nearest surface but continued to stare at me. His arms came to rest around my waist again, and I felt the heat from my groin spread out over my body. Immediately, my nipples pressed an outline into the taunt white fabric of my blouse. Colin did not utter one word, nor did I, afraid it might break the spell we were under. He circled his arms tighter and pulled me against his chest. I closed my eyes and waited for his kiss, my lips puckered and slightly parted. Colin moved his mouth to my ear, though, and whispered to me. "Tell me you want me to stop," he breathed. "Wha...?" I murmured, clearly confused. "Janie, I want you so badly that unless you tell me to stop, I am going to take you right here in the warehouse," he warned. I swallowed hard. My pussy juiced up instantly. His deep husky voice, his body heat, his minor threat all made me incredibly horny. There was no hope for me; I was doomed. I knew I would never be able to the say the words he desperately wanted me to say. How could I tell him to stop when it felt so right? How could I walk away from an embrace I had remembered so vividly from before, whole-heartedly missed, and thought I would never experience again? The answer was I could not. "...Please, Colin," I whispered into his rough cheek. "Please, what, Janie? Tell me what you want." His voice was ragged. "E..Everything. I want all of you. Please don't make me beg," I whispered urgently. Without another word, his mouth found mine. He tasted salty and musky, with a hint of coffee flavor. His hands were on my backside in a second, groping and squeezing me though my thin khaki capris. I kissed him back as thoroughly as I could while still breathing. He made me feel light-headed and already I felt tell-tale moisture leaking onto the crotch of my cotton thong panties. Janie in the Library Ch. 02 I pressed my body against his in an effort to feel his hardness. It was unmistakable, poking me through his light-colored slacks. I jutted my chest out at him by arching my back. He kissed a fevered trail down my neck to my clavicle, then bent his head and nuzzled my cleavage. Colin boldly licked at the deep furrow, and at the same time, moved my blouse and bra straps off my shoulders. My large pink nipples peeked into view and were immediately coved by one of his thick paws. He quickly caressed one and then the other, pulling on the rubbery teats and making me coo. I leaned back against the metal frame of the shelves as he crouched before me. Colin moved his hands down to finish the task of unbuttoning my blouse. I ran my nails through his silky grey hair. After he opened my blouse completely, he moved right on to the fly of my pants. My crotch tingled against his quick fingers, and I shuddered as the cold air hit my sodden triangle. "...Oh I want to taste you, Sweetie..." I looked down on him as he pressed his face to my panty-clad mound and sniffed. He breathed long and hard and even licked the front of my panties. I whimpered in approval, jutting my pelvis forward to meet his face. He became a man possessed, pulling my pants down rather forcefully; his nose probing my cunt through the material. Colin finally moved my panty crotch to one side so my pussy was in full view. He just looked at it for a second, admiring the shaved sides and trimmed patch of brown wisps. My plump labia hid my inner lips like a flower before full bloom, although my clit could be seen curled up under its hood. Moisture coated my flesh, and even I could smell the musky aroma of my arousal. Colin ran his fingers under the thin sides of my panties and gripped them in each fist. He pulled swiftly and with enough force to tear the fabric from my body. It shocked me but also aroused me further. Free from the confines of the underwear, I kicked off my pants and rested a leg on a nearby cardboard box. The angle allowed my clit to pop out. It stared at Colin intently while he stared right back. A second later his mouth was on it, stabbing at it with his tongue, licking the entire length, and sucking it all in. I gasped and groaned quietly, wondering if the groundskeeper or perhaps the janitor would find us. But when Colin sucked on my pink nub with force, I couldn't help but squeal in delight. "Such a sweet cunt, Baby," he growled at me. My juices flowed out and Colin was happy to clean them up. The more his tongue swabbed over my flesh the messier I got, however. He continued until it was obvious my leaky cunt wouldn't stop flowing. He kissed his way back up my body and impatiently unfastened his fly. Now it was my turn. I knelt in front of him, eager to see his dick. Before, it had been too dark for me to see much of the detail. Even now the lighting wasn't bright, but better than the dark library had been. He was wearing burgundy Ralph Lauren boxers, the material strained in the front. I reached my hand inside like a giddy, greedy nymph, and pulled out his impressive cock. The girth was remarkable, but he was also above-average in length. Tufts of black and grey hair at the base concealed his balls. The head was large and pink at the tip, with a droplet of clear pre-cum at the eye. The shaft was smooth and covered with large veins. I proceeded to give him head by putting both of my small hands on the base of his shaft. I guided him into my mouth while he watched me, speechless and hypnotized. He was almost completely hard in my mouth but as I sucked him, he gained about another inch and became noticeably harder. I pushed my tongue flat to the bottom of my mouth and curled it out around his dickhead before pumping him quickly into and out of my mouth. He really liked the quick deep thrusts, I could tell by the grunts and sighs he made. I relaxed my throat and took his entire length inside, to his surprise and elation. Colin growled some sweet profanities at me and grasped a fistful of my hair. He tugged it lightly and bucked his hips into my face. I backed off a bit so I wouldn't gag, and moved away to take a breath. Strings of saliva connected us, and I used them as lubrication for a hand-job. I cooed at him, admiring his nice fat cock, and continued to squeeze him tightly. More pre-cum pooled at the tip. I licked it up with one lap of my pink tongue, an act that almost put him over the edge. He backed away and helped me up to my feet. "Bend over Sweetie," he instructed. He turned me around and pushed me up against the shelves. My white round ass stuck out at him invitingly. Colin moved up behind me and placed his bulbous dickhead at the entrance to my slot. "Oh yeah, Colin, take me," I purred. I was so excited I tried to push back onto his shaft. He held me by the waist and scolded me. "Not so fast my little impatient one," he chuckled. Colin eased his cock into me slowly, only giving me about two inches at first. I whined and begged for more but he just squeezed my ass hard and tapped it with a few playful swats. "You like that cock inside you, huh?" he asked lustfully. "Oh God, yes. I want more, MORE!" I wailed. It was true; I needed to be pounded into oblivion. "I don't know if you deserve it, Janie," he breathed. I could tell it was a challenge for him to keep from mindlessly pounding me. "Yessss, I do. I've been a good girl. I've been doing all my work," I countered, hoping he would stop the sweet torture. "I know you've been doing that, Janie. I'm talking about how you've been teasing me with short skirts and low-cut shirts. How you flirt with me and then won't let me fuck you every night." When he said the word "fuck", he pushed in deep but retracted immediately after. "I'm sorry Colin. Please..." He gave me another inch of cockmeat and a few more spanking across my backside. "No apologies, Sweetie. But why do you try to deny something that we both plainly want?" My cunt went into mini-spasms, as if it too were frustrated with Colin's teasing. My juices started to run down my leg. "You do want this, right?" he asked and pushed another inch up my hole. "Yes, yes, yes! I want it all, please..." "Then tell me you are mine, all mine," he demanded. "Colin, please..." To my frustration, he pulled back and inch or so. At that point I forgot about what I had said at the restaurant, the dean, the other students, the fact that we could be caught by the groundskeeper at any second. I forgot about the situation, and just thought about how glorious his cock felt inside me. "Yes, Colin, I'm yours. Fuck me like I'm your little slut and no one else's!" I urged. He let out an audible groan when he heard me talk like that. He couldn't hold back any longer and began to fuck me with the expertise of and older man but the vigor of a teenager. Colin would pull out until just the tip was inside me, then ram forward forcefully, making his balls slap against my engorged clit. Squelching pussy sounds could be heard as he quickly buried his cock inside me and pulled it out again. My lips were stretched wide around his thick member, and whitish-clear froth formed around our union consisting of pussy juice, spittle, and pre-cum. I lifted my right leg onto a plastic tub to allow greater access to my curious hand. I reached down and felt my hard clit, his swinging ball sac, and the area where we were joined. The whole area was wet and sticky. I let my hand stroke at my buzzing nub, teasing it and tugging it. I focused the strokes into small circular motions and concentrated on tightening my PC muscles. "Oh Jesus, I felt you tighten up on me," he gasped. "When I cum, hold it inside me as deep as you can," I wailed. My body tensed and every muscle contracted. Colin sensed my orgasm, so he gathered my long hair into a fist and pulled back gently. He licked the nape of my neck and moved his mouth to my ear. "Cum for me, my little slut," he whispered. That did it. My body convulsed frantically. Colin did as I had asked and rammed me as deep as he could go, holding the tip of his cockhead against the back of my cunt. In my orgasm, my cervix came down to kiss the tip of his dick. My PC muscles expelled two small streams of girlie cum from my urethra. It coated a few boxes and ran down our legs. Colin had to hold me up so I wouldn't collapse. When he saw what a wet mess I'd made, he began to climax as well. He pumped four hot jets of cum deep inside my pussy; with my cervix still contracting, it probably entered my womb. "Oh Janie, oh God," he grunted. He was breathing heavily and pulled out in time to deliver one last spurt of white semen across my quivering ass. He smeared it into my skin and squeezed my backside lovingly while our breathing returned to normal. Colin gathered me into his arms and lovingly caressed my hair and face while I calmed down. He used his handkerchief to clean up our mess and helped me dress. The whole time he cooed at me, telling me how sweet and sexy I was. He told me I was unlike any woman he had ever known. My heart swelled as he nuzzled my neck and cuddled with me on his lap. Just then, someone entered the warehouse through the west end. Colin and I jumped apart and pretended we were looking for more specimens. Ashley, the Assistant to the dean, a mousy and pixie-ish Latina came around the corner and blinked deliberately when she saw us. "Did you two hear any odd sounds?" she asked, lifting one eyebrow. "Sounds?" Colin inquired, playing dumb. "Oh, I came in to pick up some files I'd left here yesterday and I swore I heard some odd screams from in here." She glanced around and up at the rafters as if she thought the place might be haunted. "...actually, I screamed because I almost dropped this glass jar," I half-lied. "Good thing Colin was here to catch it." "...um, yeah, she saw a mouse and panicked," Colin lied. Again, Ashley eyed us suspiciously. "...Okay, well, you guys have a good weekend. I'll tell Barry to put out a few mouse traps. Bye." She walked down the hall, her turnip-shaped rump swaying, and peeked back at us nosily before exiting the warehouse. I elbowed Colin in the ribcage. "I'm not afraid of mice!" "That was a close one; if she had arrived three minutes earlier, she would have seen what good sex is really like, the prude." I shot him a feigned look of shock. "Seriously, Janie. I don't care who knows about us. I want you in my life. I don't know what type of spell you have over me, but I like it, and I hope it never wears off," he said with blue eyes unwavering. "I'm sorry I hid my feelings from you. I want us to be together too. I guess I am just nervous about the repercussions." "Let's keep it quiet until you graduate. Then no one will care. And for starters we should stop having trysts on campus and take it to the bedroom," he said. That's just what we did. Later that night, Colin took me back to his house and introduced me to the female in his life, his tabby cat Gertrude. He made me dinner and afterwards we cuddled on the couch with a bottle of red wine. I spent the night at his place tucked in his arms. Janie in the Library "Am I the one you fantasize about?" "Yes, every night!" "Will you yield to me completely?" "Yes, of course." "I'll meet you in one hour." My brows furrowed; that confused me. Meet me where? Here in the library? What if the janitor came in? I sat staring at my screen in the dark for a few minutes, thoughts racing through my head. It was after 7 pm. Not exactly study hours; the place was deserted. My pussy ached. I was so close to orgasm, I knew if I diddled a second longer while imagining Colin inside me I would cum. I held off and let my breathing return to normal. What if he was pulling my leg? I read over the emails a few more times and my stomach did flip-flops. The hour crawled by slowly; I felt nervousness kick in. Could I actually go through with this? What if I got caught; I could get kicked out of school?! An hour passed but Colin had not appeared. He had not sent another email, so I just waited. What if he decided to call the dean? No, I thought. I have just as much evidence against him as he does me. I breathed a deep sigh and wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt. My head shot around when I thought I heard the library door click. I cocked my head to the side to listen for footsteps, but was sure it was all in my mind. I glanced around like a lamb nervously watching the dark woods close in around her at night, praying the sheepdog would protect her. Then I saw his figure by the bookshelves to my right. He was leaning against the far window, his face was shadowed but I recognized the form of his body. Without thinking, I moved towards him. He stood still until I was dangerously close, then he opened his arms to me. Like a bird I swooped into the safe nest that was his arms. There were no words, just fumbling as our mouths sought each others. His upper lip had the slight roughness associated with a day-old shave. My face must have felt so soft against his. Colin's lips were warm and wet and as soon as I parted mine, his thick tongue darted inside my mouth. I sighed deeply around his tongue and pressed my body against his instinctively. I felt his hands all over my upper back as he caressed me, and mine rested on his hips. My head was tilted slightly to accept his tongue so my cascading hair tickled his forearms. Colin moved his hands up to stroke my neck and the back of my head, then pushed my face harder against his own. My lips began to ache as the kissing deepened. Blood filled my lips as we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. The more we continued, the less aware I was of my surroundings and tiny moans escaped my lips. My sweet virginal utterances only aroused him more, and he sucked on my lower lip in response. Blood also began to flow to our genitalia. I could tell my pussy was getting aroused; it felt slippery inside as I flexed my PC muscles. In addition, I could tell Colin was aroused because his erection was pressed firmly into my hip through his jeans. I pulled him even closer to me, signaling that I approved of his hardness. "Oh Janie...Janie," he whispered into my neck. I was so hot with arousal, I'd already shed my sweater, and was now only wearing my bra and white tank-top. Colin moved his face lower into my cleavage and kissed all around my collar bone. My nipples were fully erect and pointed out through the thin material. Slowly, Colin moved his hands to the sides of my body and then forward until he was cupping each breast. That just made my cleavage furrow even deeper, and I heard him take a deep inhalation of breath. "Come here," he grunted. He pulled me to a large armless chair and sat down, urging me to sit astride his lap. I hiked my skirt up and straddled him as if I were mounting a horse to sit in a big saddle. I felt his erection poke at my pantyless crotch and just about yelped in pleasure. Colin's large hands went to my ass checks and his face dropped forward into my cleavage. I love having my ass played with, the rougher the better. So having Colin cupping my bubble butt made me completely lustful. I began to grind on his lap, leaving a sticky mess all over the crotch of his pants. Colin didn't seem to notice as he was too engrossed in titty-play. His fingers found my nipples rather easily and pulled on them gently. His tugs made my head spin. I leaned my head back and grunted in pleasure. Finally, he lowered the fabric, well, more like hoisted my big orbs over the neckline of my shirt. My flimsy lace bra barely contained my flesh. All Colin had to do was ease the lace down about two inches and my nipples were in sight. Colin licked my 36DD breasts lovingly and nuzzled them with his nose. He was very gentle at first but began to tweak and pull my nipples with his lips. I felt his teeth graze my flesh a few times, making me jolt upright with a delicious sensation. At that point I was basically dry-humping him and whimpering like a little puppy. Almost too soon, Colin stopped his titty-play and looked up into my eyes. It was dark in the library, but I could see his clear blue eyes twinkling at me. He smiled. Then his hand moved one of my thighs around so that I was sitting side-saddle on his lap. He lifted the other thigh to spread me wide. I turned so my back was facing him. I was moaning and awaited his next move. His hands found the hem of my skirt and pulled it out of the way so that my pussy was naked to the cool air. The moisture all around my cunt made my groin cold when I felt the air hit it. I was so excited! Colin placed one hand over my mound to cup the whole area. I think my wetness caught him off guard because he groaned suddenly. Instantly, one thick digit was inserted into my womanhood. I bit my lip and rolled my eyes back in response. My clit was pounding against the heel of his palm. With one finger, he stirred the juices inside my pussy, and gently coaxed them out. I gasped for air. Next, he inserted a second finger, alongside the first, and curled them into me deeply. "You like that sweetie?" he asked tenderly. "Yes, Colin." He sloshed his fingers around inside my taunt hole, then pulled them out. Colin moved his hand towards his mouth, intent on tasting my honey. I intercepted them and guided his fingers into my mouth instead. He groaned roughly as I feasted on my own juices. When there was no trace of my essence left, I released the suction my mouth had on his fingers. He replaced his fingers into my pussy to coat them a second time. Colin moved his hand so that his longest digit was grazing my cervix, and primal sounds escaped my lips. He touched me so deep! Just as I felt an orgasm building, he quickly removed his fingers and placed them by his mouth, sniffing and licking off my flavor. It was very animalistic. Colin moved his hand back into place between my legs, this time swatting playfully at my swollen pink clit. I adore clit spankings. How did he know? He lightly tapped my engorged clit a few times. Finally, after enough teasing, neither one of us could take anymore foreplay. Colin bucked underneath me to urge me off his lap. We turned 180 degrees and he bent me over my desk. "This is how you fantasized it?" "Yes..." I said. "I know you are wet enough; I felt it." He raised my skirt over my back. "Mmmm." My excitement was growing to such great heights. He continued, "But will you yield to me? Completely?" "Yes, Colin, just for you." "Can I have my way with your sexy body?" He moved his hands over my plump ass cheeks. "I'm yours." "Do you trust me sweetie?" "Of course..." Just then, Colin pushed me rather roughly onto the tabletop, and made me spread my legs. My tits were pushed flat against the cool desk, and my cheek rested on my book. Colin massaged me all over my lower back and rump; then patted my ass lightly. I moaned in approval. How could he know I enjoy a man with a firm hand? His palms moved swiftly up and down my body, trying to feel every inch of my skin. He paused on key areas to squeeze me; my waist, the bottom of my ass cheeks, my shoulders. Not surprisingly, he tended to come back to one spot: my ass. "You have such a sexy ass. I bet it likes to be worshiped?" he said. "Mmmm hmmm." Colin fell to his knees behind me so that my butt was right in his face. "Spread your legs wider." I complied and was rewarded with his tongue on my pussy folds. My pussy is the type with small inner lips, but smooth plump outer labia that hold them all in. It looks very innocent and pre-pubescent. However, I was spread so wide across the desk that even my inner lips were splayed apart. Colin worked his tongue up and down my crack, even brushing my asshole slightly. I was drenched! After a few agonizingly arousing moments, Colin pushed an index finger back into my cunt. Then he positioned his thumb from the same hand on the rim of my asshole. "You are such a sexual girl; I know you must like this," he commented before easing his thick thumb into my butt. Colin sat back on his haunches and watched me buck wildly against his hand. I was so delirious with lust; I barely felt the rather sharp swats he delivered across my backside with his opposite hand. "You're gonna take my cock now." I loved the way he told me, rather than asked me. The fingers were removed from my holes, and I just laid there, waiting for his next move. Colin fumbled at his zipper and then dropped his pants and boxers. I moved my head so I could get a better look but he told me to be still. There were a few more spankings delivered before I felt the tip of his cockhead brush up against my sensitive spot. "Oh, Colin...take me; I'm yours." "Mmmm, sweetie, I can't wait to feel your wetness," he breathed. Before I could utter another sound, he pushed his full length inside me, until his balls were pressed against my swollen clit. My eyes went wide, not so much for his length as much as his girth. Colin had a nice thick cock; it stretched me wide. "Oh Janie, sweetie, oh God. Take all of it," he ordered. I have to admit, he felt better than I expected. Colin's manhood was fully hard, and my lips had to flex wide to accept him. I moaned my approval into the book, almost cursing at his crude strokes. My position allowed his tip to brush my G-spot and it felt sublime. Colin rested his hands on my hips, bouncing me against his lap. He held me firmly around the waist, squeezing me so tight, I felt my juices flow out. A very wet orgasm followed: me biting my lip to keep from screaming, him bent over me fully so I felt his chest hair on my back and his tongue licking my bare neck. Colin held me tight as I finished the last of my shudders, and licked up the sweat on the nape of my neck. "Suck my cock," he ordered. I was a bit loopy from the deep climax, but I eagerly crawled onto the floor in front of him. Colin actually had a nice body for his age. His pecs were not flabby, and I could see some abdominal definition underneath a sparse layer of black and grey chest hair. His cock was also quite stunning, thick like a root, with an even thicker head that pointed at me. I could see the glistening of some pre-cum pooled at the opening to his urethra. Without a word, I lowered my tongue to swab it clean. I timidly sucked him while he watched me, speechless. He tasted like me. I slowly built up enough courage to glance up at his face. Blue eyes met green, and although it was dark, his expression was priceless. Colin's eyes burned into mine as I opened my throat for him. In response, he grabbed my silky blonde locks and tugged gently. Colin pulled my hair out of the way and with his hand on the back of my head, encouraged me to continue. I tasted more pre-cum that signaled he was close to climax. I moved my mouth away, strings of saliva still connecting us. "Where do you want my cum, sweetie?" he asked politely. "Deep inside my pussy," I answered with a wicked glint in my eye. Colin crouched next to me and lowered me gently to the floor. I spread my legs for him, and he moved between them. His cock was sticking straight out, and I was so wet; I knew if he lowered himself onto me, his cock would go right where it's supposed to. As planned, his head nudged apart my folds and found my deepest spot. Colin pressed all of his weight on me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I sighed into his shoulder. He kept his dick inside me and just pressed firmly. That combined with his tight squeeze around my middle, made me groan out a warming that my orgasm was eminent. Colin ground downward into me, rubbing hard against my clit as I mumbled I was coming. I felt the tingles start in my fingers and toes, and spread inward across my body. My clit pulsed strongly against Colin's abdomen, and I felt a tiny gush from my pussy leak out of me. Right when the crest of my orgasm wave broke, Colin moved up onto his haunches, placed my legs over his shoulders, and pounded me roughly. "My turn now, sweetie; I'm gonna fill that cunt!" he whispered hoarsely. Colin shook violently on top of me. I was spread so wide and my cunt was so juicy, there was no resistance. He really showed me no mercy...but I loved it! He grunted a few more times into my ear before a moment of stillness. We were both breathing hard and sweat had collected around the waistline of my skirt. Colin rolled off me, onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling. His seed flowed from my hole and pooled on the carpet beneath us. I could smell sweat, sex, and semen. The room was dim, but I could still make out a smile playing across his lips. "You're a sweet one," he said matter-of-factly. "You're a thick one!" I said, referring to his cock. "D' you like it?" "Yes, Colin, very much." "Not bad for an old man, huh?" he joked. I smiled, "not bad at all." And that was the truth!