8 comments/ 54445 views/ 8 favorites Julian & Sabina By: gapster7 I heaved a deep sigh as I rounded the large blue spruce at the bottom of Dean Garlow's long gravel driveway. His annual Labor Day faculty party had become somewhat of a tradition over the years and I felt an obligation to attend, even though I'd be seeing more than enough of the party attendees as the academic year got into full swing. While I wasn't particularly a social animal, I knew it was good form to attend, have a few drinks, laugh at a few of the same old jokes and make the rounds. Only then would I feel comfortable excusing myself early with some feeble excuse about a deadline or an important phone call. . There were sometimes new faces -- a new tenure track associate professor or a new grad research assistant. But budget cuts at the university had trickled down to all the schools and the psychology department was no exception. Attrition was gradually taking its toll and we, along with everyone else, were being forced to do more with less. We had, however, managed one new hire this year and I expected this afternoon's festivities would give us all an opportunity to meet, greet and assess the new blood. Hopefully this year's addition wouldn't get completely shit-faced like the young Korean TA had last year. That had not been a good way to start a new year with colleagues. It had, however, made for a good source of jokes for the entire year. I made my entrance, played nice to the host and his wife, and then sidled up to the bar for reinforcements. With glass in hand, ice tinkling, I was now ready to admit summer was over and another scholastic semester was about to descend. I made the rounds of the usual faces and settled into my role as one of the elderly, if 55 could qualify as such, statesmen of our department. We were fortunate to have an excellent group and our national reputation had been established years earlier. It did give us some hiring power when bringing in new faculty members. I had not been on this year's search committee, but I had heard we'd brought in a rather bright light and I always enjoyed meeting the newer generation as they entered life in the academy. I noticed the new female hire before I actually met her. She was standing with the dean and his wife, facing away from me, and I was first struck by her posture: straight and true, square shoulders and legs together in a very proper cocktail party pose. Both hands held what, I assumed, was a glass of Chardonnay, and her demeanor screamed proper and well-schooled in the social graces. As straight as her posture was, however, her ass did seem to have a mind of its own -- projecting out with just a hint of curvy impertinence. She was cloaked in a dress of a deep aubergine hue and had on sensible shoes. I was immediately intrigued. I continued to circulate, knowing that we'd cross paths at some point. It was a little later - I was standing in a clique of colleagues - when I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Harold Brown smiling like a jackal. "Julian. I want you to meet our new clinical colleague -- Sabina Moore." I eyed Sabina with a polite smile as Harold turned to Sabina to continue the introduction. "Sabina, this is Julian Fellows, our social psych guru," Harold smiled. Guru was not how I would characterize myself; but if Harold wanted to think that, I wasn't going to try and dissuade him. I had carved out a nice niche for myself and enjoyed my academic reputation and standing. And at 6'-2" I also cut a noticeable swath through a department that seemed to be dominated by short overweight males with little or no hair. My full head of dark brown hair was finally graying and I liked that it began to give me an air of gravitas. My first, and only, marriage had ended years ago, yet I clung to being single and enjoyed it immensely. Many in the academic community took my marital status as a sign of closet homosexuality. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but I liked to keep them guessing. I shook Sabina's hand and noticed a nice firm grip -- an important factor in a first impression. She had a very pleasant smile and an intense gaze. She appeared rather formal, but this was her coming out party and she looked practiced in making a good first impression while still being on guard. Harold faded into the crowd; his work done for the time being. Our conversation was cursory and polite. I was impressed, I must say. She managed to present her academic background with an air of sophistication and confidence. Sabina had just graduated from the UCLA program, had studied under some well-known colleagues, and penned a dissertation that had brought her some renown in our small circle. I pegged her at about 30 and saw no evidence of a wedding ring. Our department had grayed to the point where tweed sport coats and wide wale corduroys had begun to grow rather tiresome. It was going to be refreshing to have new blood in the program; especially an attractive member of the opposite sex. Females were well-represented in our department, but nobody would ever think that beauty had been criteria in the hiring process. Maybe that had finally changed. I tried to make an initial assessment of Sabina as we talked. One of my strengths has always been an ability to read people; it's probably why I went into psychology in the first place. The key for me is always the eyes. Sabina had large deep blue eyes that went well with her pale delicate complexion. She was not afraid of eye contact and had a steely gaze that communicated confidence and control. Her wire-rimmed glasses added a nice touch of authority with intelligence. I adjusted my own as I drank her in visually. She had full lips that looked soft and so kissable. I made a mental note. She must have been of Nordic descent; her bearing certainly had a noble, aristocratic air. Her face was strong, distinctive and very pretty in an angular sort of way. Her skin looked smooth and soft and the long line of her neck was accentuated by her hair style; pinned up in a rather loose manner. For some of us of the male persuasion, however, exposing a beautiful neck can be an even stronger draw. Overall she was a very attractive woman who, while not trying to hide her beauty, was doing what she could to downplay it. I couldn't tell too much about her body from the dress and wrap that she was wearing. It seemed she might be trying to cover up a rather generous bust. I kept my eyes above the shoulders, however, and resisted any urge to gaze southward. I hoped there would be opportunity for that at a later date. Sabina was animated, yet polite, in our conversation. She spoke directly, with a northern Midwest accent barely in evidence. I smiled and conversed for a few more minutes until we were interrupted by others eager to meet our newest faculty member. But we had exchanged enough information to know that we had some common interests and that we might continue our conversation at a later date. Perhaps there could be some collegial collaboration in our future. There was one thing that was undeniable, however: I found her quite attractive and felt the slightest hint of interest in return. I finally realized that I had spoken to everyone I wanted to and decided it was time to depart. I thanked our host and hostess and made my way for the exit. I surveyed the room one last time as I reached the door. Sabina stood in the midst of a gaggle of middle-aged male faculty who looked to be doing their best to impress. Sabina appeared to be clutching the same glass of Chardonnay. I grinned and turned for the long walk back down the driveway; a bit more bounce in my step than when I'd arrived. . I continued to see Sabina around campus over the next month or so. She integrated into the faculty very easily and my colleagues all seemed to be quite taken with her. We had a few passing conversations here and there, polite nods at other times, but no real discourse of any consequence. She appeared to maintain her scholarly role and was always dressed in an almost librarian-like manner. I recall one day, however, when I caught only a fleeting glance of Sabina, but one that stuck in my head for some time. I was sitting in the main lobby lounge of our building, talking to a grad student, facing in, when over the student's shoulder I saw Sabina striding through the lobby, walking with a purpose. I could only steal a glance or two as she strode by; I couldn't convey my interest elsewhere while talking to someone else. But what I noticed that particular day was the bounce of Sabina's bust as she walked by. Perhaps she was wearing a thinner bra than she might normally, or maybe it was the heels that transferred more force up into her upper body with each stride. But the effect of it all was that her breasts, while still cloaked in more than one layer, were bouncing in a controlled, but very sensual manner -- as if her bra was doing its best to contain the roiling flesh below. Naturally busty was the thought that came to mind. I smiled, while pretending it was the student's comment that had brought me joy. I filed that image away. It was mid November when I received an email from Sabina explaining a publishing opportunity she'd come across and wondering whether it might be something we could collaborate on. It was a subject which straddled our particular fields and one she felt held wonderful opportunities for both of us. I agreed to meet her for coffee to discuss it. It was really the first time we had a scholarly discussion and I was quite impressed, as I knew I would be, with her maturity and her grasp of the subject. This was going to have to be an effort that she led and that I would add support. She knew that having me co-author such a paper would lend some credence to this pursuit and, perhaps, open a few doors still closed to her. I agreed to work with her. Her look had softened a bit over the first few months, but I could see that she still had her guard up and was still working to downplay her looks and keep her body well-covered. But I did get her to smile and laugh at my dry sense of humor and I began to feel that this collaboration would be an excellent avenue for getting to know her better. The paper was due in late January, so we worked on it, on and off, over the intervening months. Most of our communications were via email, with occasional sit-downs over coffee to discuss more intricate details. As the deadline approached we were in good shape. But a final editing and aesthetic consolidation of our material was necessary, so we agreed to meet one Saturday afternoon in my office. Sabina arrived on time and dressed a little more casually than a normal working school day. And while she wore a bulky sweater that did little to display her mysterious upper body, she did wear jeans - a pair that fit as tightly as is womanly possible. She looked damned good in them as well. Our meeting required us to both view the monitor on my computer, so I let her sit in my chair as I pulled up a side chair. It was collegial and professional, but I loved sitting so close to her and taking in her wonderful fresh scent. She smelled as if she'd just emerged from the shower and I suddenly found myself imagining the water running down her body as she soaped herself generously. I slapped myself out of my erotic stupor to get back to the matter at hand. At one point she leaned back in my chair to reach around and away from me for a file. I allowed my gaze to quickly look down in her lap. Her denim-clad legs were slightly spread and I could clearly see the tight vee of her pussy tucked between her slender thighs. She had gorgeous hips and for the first time since we'd met, I felt a stirring deep down inside. I returned my eyes to the screen long before she could see, or feel, my gaze on her womanly attributes. We finally finished all we'd set out to do and both leaned back in our chairs to savor the progress that had been made and to relax for a few minutes. I didn't want her to leave; I was enjoying her proximity. And she showed no signs of needing to bolt the premises. I rolled my chair back on its castors so I could take in her full form. She seemed quite comfortable under my gaze, and I noticed her looking me up and down as well. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was some sort of intangible and very subtle attraction -- going both ways. She laughed easily at my jokes and, for the first time, our conversation veered off into matters unrelated to academia and our impending presentation. Sabina had an easy and engaging style and we fell into a patter about life that gave me a little insight into my young colleague. I couldn't help but begin to ponder the possibilities of traveling with this young lady. And as we began to talk about Chicago and our upcoming journey, I could tell that she was excited -- certainly about the academic possibilities -- but I was getting the impression she was looking forward to spending some time with me as well. This was all unspoken and could have very well been fantastic conjecture on my part. But I didn't think so. There was an unmistakable connection beginning to develop. Our Saturday meeting ended on a polite and scholarly note and a handshake that lingered just a little longer than it needed to. Within a week Sabina had followed through on all the last minute revisions and had submitted our paper. It was almost six weeks later when she wrote me an email to say our paper had been accepted and we would have the opportunity, should we choose, to present it at a symposium in Chicago. It wasn't a conference I needed to attend, but I knew what it would do for Sabina's academic standing, so I agreed to accompany her for a three day jaunt. I've always loved Chicago, especially in the late spring, and this would give us a wonderful opportunity to get to know one another better. I let Sabina deal with the finishing touches and final arrangements for the symposium; I made the travel arrangements. We would fly Boston Logan to O'Hare and stay for two nights. Our presentation would be the afternoon of the second day and we'd fly out the next morning. I booked two rooms at the Sofitel, a very nice modern hotel in downtown and smiled inwardly at the thought of spending this time with Sabina. In the days leading up to the conference we conferred several times on logistics and details. I could sense a little nervousness on her part, but she was basically very much in control. I certainly knew there was an underlying excitement and I liked that she felt comfortable enough to take this project on together. We flew out on a Wednesday afternoon and took a taxi to our hotel. The Sofitel is a tall modern structure near the Water Tower and is very well situated near the Magnificent Mile and Grant Park. Chicago is a great town, one of my favorites, and I'll take any excuse to return. Sabina had friends she needed to visit that first evening, so we really didn't spend any time together. I wandered the Loop and visited Millennium Park, dined alone on deep dish pizza and got to bed early. We met for breakfast the next morning in the hotel and discussed the finishing touches on our talk. With all our papers and laptop in hand we headed off for the University. Sabina looked very professional in a dark blue pants suit, her hair up in a tight bun; glasses perched carefully on her pert nose. She looked to be wound a little tighter than normal, but I had no doubt things would go well and she'd heave a huge sigh of relief once we were done. The talk went as expected. We had our act together in terms of sharing the presentation and I could see the admiring glances from the male attendees as we developed our thesis. I've always found I get a huge charge out of public speaking and it's always followed by a rush of adrenalin or testosterone or something I've never identified. All I know is I almost always feel sexually charged after a successful speaking engagement. I may have to do a little personal research into that phenomenon. In any case our presentation was excellent and afterwards we engaged in a very lively question and answer period. I saw relief and good feelings wash over Sabina's face as we concluded our talk and left the dais. We gave each other a high five and traded big smiles. We had been invited to a small reception in the late afternoon, but decided to decline. I was looking forward to some down time and I think Sabina was as well. We took a cab back to the hotel and decided to freshen up for a bit and meet for dinner at seven. I showered, shaved, and answered a few emails, then headed down to the hotel restaurant. I was a few minutes early, so I decided that rather than hang out at the bar; I'd take a seat at our table and take the opportunity to order a celebratory bottle of champagne. A nice Veuve caught my eye and I asked that a bottle be brought as soon as my guest arrived. It was only a few minutes later that I looked up to see Sabina sashaying across the dining room floor. My eyes widened noticeably as I took in this vision of loveliness suddenly headed for my table. Gone were the layers of clothing and the tight hair style. Her glasses had been replaced with what I assumed were contacts. She was dressed in a form-fitting cocktail dress -- a sort of deep turquoise color -- with a plunging neckline. Her hair was loose and down, bouncing as she walked. And her excellent posture seemed even more pronounced as she strode confidently on a pair of very high heels. She surely noticed the involuntary grin that spread across my face. "What happened to Associate Professor Moore? Did you leave her in the room?" I asked incredulously, standing to pull out her chair. She smiled at my indirect compliment and shook her napkin onto her lap as she sat down. "Why thank you, Julian," she smiled at my gentlemanly ways. "Well, she'd had enough academia for one day, for two semesters actually, and she sent me down to have some fun," she replied. "Well I noticed fun is on the menu, so you're in luck," I said. I trailed my finger down the menu. "Ahh, yes, here it is -- Filet of Fun served with baby carrots and fingerling potatoes." "I think I'd rather have fun for dessert," she replied with a subtle grin. The champagne arrived on cue and Sabina smiled at me appreciatively. "Ohhh, I love champagne. Thank you. It makes me do crazy things sometimes, though. I should warn you." "Well I'll have to order another bottle, then," I countered. The waitress poured us each a glass and I raised mine for a toast. "To a successful day, a great presentation and a newfound collaboration partner," I stated with a warm smile in Sabina's direction. "And to a night in Chicago," Sabina replied, clinking my glass and returning my gaze. We each took a sip and I eyed her, deciding to speak directly. "Sabina, you look absolutely stunning, I have to say. Why have you been hiding yourself for the entire academic year? Inquiring minds want to know." "Well, Julian, I think you know the answer to that question. If I paraded around showing these off, do you think anyone in the academic arena would take me seriously?" she pondered. She was, of course, referring to the magnificent breasts and deep cleavage which I was now trying not to stare at, but without much success. The dress was cut low over the upper slope of her breasts and cut down to a point that a deep crevice loomed in invitation to anyone who might take a gander. Her skin looked soft and supple. I looked for a moment and then returned my gaze to her eyes, where I stayed. "Uuuhhh." Rarely was I at a loss for words. This, however, was one of those times. "Case closed," she said, putting down her glass. "Listen my breasts, if I may speak candidly, are a blessing and a curse. They serve me well at certain times, believe me. But I can't tell you the number of times in the past when I've been trying to have an intelligent discussion with a male colleague and I can't even get them to look me in the eye. They don't even hear what I'm saying half the time. So I decided to make a clean start this year and to downplay my assets and let my intellect speak for itself." She paused and looked at me. "Does that make sense to you, Julian?" Julian & Sabina "It does indeed," I replied. "But you're talking to someone who is much more attracted to the intelligence of a woman anyway. I'll take a smart sexy woman over voluptuous body parts any day of the week." Now it was my turn to pause for emphasis. "But, to combine the two? Well...that is truly a deadly combo," I smiled. "Well, you lucked out tonight, Mister, because I feel like celebrating. God, that was fun today. What a charge to make a successful presentation like that?" she continued. "You know, Sabina, I've been doing this a long time. I've stood in front of thousands of students and hundreds of colleagues and I always get a bolt of adrenaline or testosterone or pheromones or whatever it is whenever I stand in front of people. I think it's a natural human phenomenon. It's what makes actors want to act, and musicians want to play in front of an audience. I've never studied the chemistry of what takes place when you stand in front of people. But when it's working, I have always felt a post presentation sexual charge that is undeniable." "I know what you mean. I've felt it before too, but never more strongly than today. Oh my word. I was ready to grab the first cute guy that walked by and....." Her words tailed off and she blushed. "I'm sorry. Getting a little carried away. Champagne will do that to me." "Well then, have another glass," I joked. "Seriously, I know exactly what you mean. And today was a good one -- and, honestly, having a pretty female accompany me up there, seeing the tweedy professors look at you with admiration. Well, that was pretty good, I must say. I felt like a lucky guy." "Here's to collaboration," she toasted. She tipped her head to the side and held the flute up to take a drink. I took in her striking features and shook my inner head -- toasting my good fortune to be in a fine hotel restaurant, miles from home, with a gorgeous colleague who was up for fun. Does it get any better? We had a wonderful meal and got to know one another on a more personal level as the evening wore on. I heard about the break-up of her long time relationship with another faculty member in Los Angeles, leading to her subsequent move east. And she learned more about me than I would normally reveal to a colleague whom I barely knew. What really seemed to intrigue her, however, was my marital status and the fact that I had had a vasectomy. She probed a bit on both fronts and wanted to know more. I explained my brief first marriage of five years and how the pulls of academia had forced us to make a choice that neither of us was willing to compromise on. In the ensuing years following our divorce, I decided that marriage was best left to others and that I was not proper husband material, nor would I make a good father. With that in mind, I was snipped in my late thirties and never looked back. The advantage had been all the young women who had crossed my path and loved that birth control was not an issue that they, or we, had to deal with. That fact had not been lost on many of the women in my past; and it certainly wasn't lost on Sabina. Her eyes brightened at the revelation. I could feel the attraction as dinner wore on and it sure felt mutual to me. She was letting her guard down slowly, as was I. She had an infectious giggle and a wonderful, and somewhat wicked, sense of humor, but also a good sense of self -- not overly egotistical, but certainly comfortable in her mind and body. And what a body! At one point during dinner she excused herself to visit the Ladies Room. I watched her walk away, as did several other male patrons in the dining room; her hips and rear end swaying seductively. And I watched her re-enter, the tops of her breasts bouncing and jiggling subtly as she strode back toward our table. We finished the champagne and each had a glass of red wine with dinner, and by the time the check came, we were relaxed and wrapped in a warm glow of collegial friendship. "Well, this has been a wonderful day, Julian, and this evening is a perfect way to top it off. I can't thank you enough." "My pleasure, Sabina. Believe me. Here's to you -- and to Chicago," I toasted, as we drained out glasses and knew it was time to depart. While we had discussed going out on the town, an early wake-up call loomed and we decided to stay in and head to bed early. We walked back through the hotel lobby and got on the elevator. There was an awkward silence, suddenly. I felt a gravitational pull and fantasies of inviting her back to my room, of helping her to slide out of her dress, danced in my head. I even thought I read a similar thought in her eyes as she glanced at me on the elevator. We were almost to her floor when a thought just erupted. "I'd invite you in for a nightcap, Sabina, but......it's kind of late, I suppose." I had opened the door -- and then closed it. It was not my finest moment. "Thanks, Julian. Maybe next time," she said in a smooth seductive voice. I felt a little part of me melt as the elevator chime rang, the door opened on the sixteenth floor and she held out her hand to shake. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and let her go, wallowing in her wonderful scent as she smiled and retreated down the hallway. "Well, consider it a standing invitation. Room 1703," I said, as the door closed and I felt like a complete idiot. What was I thinking? I got out on the next floor and headed down to my room, feeling a little foolish, but still smiling from the glow of a wonderful evening with a beautiful woman. We had a relatively early flight, so I packed up when I returned to my room, taking off my shoes and socks and shedding my jacket and tie. I was still somewhat turned on from the success of the day and the wonderful dinner, as I reclined on the bed with just the lamp on the side table turned on. And then I heard a very light knocking on the door. My heart leaped as the limited possibilities ran through my head. I headed for the door, took a deep breath and opened it. Sabina stood looking at me; a slight smile on her face mixed with a sultry look of lust. I opened the door without saying anything. Suddenly words seemed superfluous, as she entered and stood before me, her back to the wall. I closed the door and the deep clunk of the mortise lock was like a punctuation mark. We were alone. We stood in silence -- and looked into one another's eyes. Words weren't necessary at this moment. The light was soft in the hallway, but bright enough that we could see one another clearly. She leaned her shoulders back against the wall and looked into my eyes. I returned the gaze as I placed my hands on the wall on either side of her head. I leaned in closer and closer, face on, and the tips of our noses barely touched. I turned my head, angled for a kiss, but I stayed about an inch away from her mouth, and breathed in -- and out. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and knew Sabina's was marching time with mine. I inhaled her wonderful scent and knew she had probably just dabbed on a bit more perfume before coming to my door. I moved my face around to the side of her face and blew on her neck, then moved up to whisper in her ear. "Oh, Sabina," I said in a low husky voice. "I'm so glad you're here." I could hear her breathing getting a little heavier as we stood as close to one another as we could without touching. I moved back to look into her eyes, deep pools of wanton blue. I turned my head again, but this time my slightly pursed lips barely grazed hers. The touch of our lips sent an electric shock through my nervous system and a slight involuntary moan bubbled up from deep within. Time seemed to stand still as our lips touched as lightly as humanly possible. The softness of the kiss belied the intensity I was feeling, and I knew Sabina was feeling too. The crazy world stood a few feet away, right outside my door. But, in this instant, we were safe and warm and about to embark on an amazing intimate journey -- and it all began with our lips. Hers were as soft as I had imagined they would be; smooth and loose; pliant. I turned my head perpendicular to hers and our lips meshed in a soft, and still innocent, kiss. It was as if we were both of like mind; both of us brimming with excitement, but both wanting to take our time and express ourselves with our lips. I started to open my mouth just slightly, and felt her follow suit. As our lips widened, there was an oral void, and I knew what I was going to find there. As we both held our breath the tips of our tongues met in the middle, and began to twirl slowly, seductively; punctuating the promise of the evening unfolding. I pulled my lips away, but maintained tongue contact, both of us exhaling hurried breaths of excitement between our parted lips. Our tongues danced in a slithery display of seduction and arousal. Our bodies had still not touched, playing the same game as our lips had played moments earlier. But as our lips resealed and our tongues played a slippery game of cat and mouse, I felt Sabina's hand palm the rigid girth of my shaft through my trousers. "Oh my," she exclaimed between a briefly broken kiss. As her hand slid down to explore my length and I felt her palm cup my balls, our kiss grew more needy and passionate. I moved my hands from the wall and held her face, framing her mouth so I could kiss her pursed lips and express the incredible desire that was growing, literally, by the second. Then as I felt her pull her arms up to wrap them around my neck, I let go of her face, and reached down between her and the wall to cup her ass and pull her to me. What had been fairly innocent kissing turned hard, hot and passionate. Our mouths opened wide, neither of us able to make enough contact with the other, and our tongues went on solo expeditions into each other's mouth. Our breathing had turned ragged and the sound of soft moans and slippery kisses became our soundtrack. As I grabbed the soft pliant globes of her sweet cheeks, I pulled her against me, grinding my fiercely rigid cock against her mound. I felt her push her hips out to meet me and was very aware of the roundness of her protruding pubic bone as it rotated against my pulsing bulge. The intensity of our passion and heavy breathing made it difficult to maintain contact. There was a sensory overload and I broke our kiss to slide my lips down her neck, placing wet kisses from her shoulders to her earlobes as our bodies ground in unison, each hungry for physical contact. "Oh, God, Julian. Is this really happening?" she asked in a breathy voice, grabbing me tighter. "Should it be?" "It is happening Sabina," I responded softly in her ear. "And if you want to stop, you better do it now," I said, as I kneaded the soft flesh of her ass cheeks through her expensive silk dress and pressed my thigh between hers. I could feel her legs beginning to open up -- letting me in. "God, No, Julian," she replied. "I want you. I need you. Now." "You sure?" I asked. "I've been so good this semester. I haven't had sex in months and, God, I need it Julian. I got so turned on today. And I need it so bad," she said through gritted teeth, our bodies pressed firmly together. She leaned her mouth to my ear as she pulled away slightly and slid her hand back down to grab the rigid pole squeezed between us. "I need you to fuck me," she seethed. I put her face in my hands again, looked deep into her eyes and began to kiss her gently again. There was no mistaking where this evening was headed now, as I felt her hands fumbling with my belt - unbuckling, unsnapping, unzipping, unleashing. She pulled the elastic of my boxers out and over my erection and slid my pants down my legs. I kicked them off to the side as my cock wavered like a badly attached flagpole between the tails of my white shirt. She laughed as she grabbed it mid swing. "Give me that thing," she demanded. "Gladly. Come with me," I replied. I took Sabina's hand and led her to the bed. I sat down on the edge and had her stand directly in front of me, holding both her hands. She was still fully dressed, but that was about to change. "I want to see your body, Sabina. I want to see it all. Show me," I whispered. She turned her back to me and pulled her hair up off her shoulders. "Unzip me then, Julian," she requested. "I thought you'd never ask." I slid the zipper slowly down her back, unveiling her back and the thin black horizontal line of a silky bra. The zipper ended at the small of her back, just where her ass began to blossom out in an inviting curve. I reached up and slid the slender straps of her dress off of her shoulders. She hunched her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor in a tiny heap of discarded silk. I took in her exquisite form and remembered back to the first time I had seen her at the Labor Day party and had noted her wonderful stature. Her ass was exquisite and framed by the slender black straps of a thong, arcing up over her hips and meeting in a small triangle of fabric that disappeared as it delved into the cleft of her luscious ass cheeks. Her body was simply magnificent. She turned to face me with confidence and an expression that told me she was no stranger to the dumbstruck look of awe on a new lover's face when seeing her in the flesh for the first time. "You're beautiful, Sabina," I croaked in a low voice as my hands slid along her sinuous curves and grazed over her silky smooth skin. I avoided touching her breasts, knowing that in a moment they'd be exposed to me and I'd adore their form and texture. I could see how full and soft they were, however, as they burst over the top of her bra and bulged as if ready to explode out of their silken confines. Sabina reached behind, unclasped her bra and let it fall forward, her full breasts protruding forward, nipples straining to perforate the air between us. I gasped at their sight, at their beauty, and my hands went up to cup and lift them; to feel their succulent weight. Her aureoles were a beautiful pale pink color and her nipples were distended in a state of intense arousal. They hung so wonderfully on her frame and had a perfect shape and feel. "My God, Sabina. Your breasts are....." I was at a loss for words. She filled the momentary gap by stepping a little closer and lifting her right breast to my mouth. I suckled her with a soft flick of my tongue and a gentle kiss of my lips -- so similar to the kiss I'd given her only moments earlier. My wet tongue swirled circles around her pink nipples as my hands returned to her legs and ass; my whole body on sensory overload. I licked and sucked each nipple, then nuzzled my face in between her bountiful cleavage. At that she pushed me back on the bed and leaned forward with her hands on my thighs. "Lay back, Julian," she stated firmly. "Enjoy." My cock was at full attention, wavering stiffly skyward. As she leaned down to take my cock in her mouth, her tits hung below her ribcage in a state of quivering motion. I felt them press softly against my thighs as her mouth descended down to and over the bulbous head of my cock. I groaned deeply as she took me much deeper than I expected on her first descent. I even heard her gag slightly as the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. "Oh fuck, Sabina. That's....." But before I got a word out she had descended once again, throat open wide, to envelop my sizable girth and take me deep into her mouth. She disengaged, knelt down between my spread legs and began to lick and kiss and suck my balls, holding my rigid shaft aloft as she sucked one ball, then the other, between her soft full lips. I was in heaven. She caressed my penis with the soft touch of a woman who has been around her share of stiff cocks, as she concentrated on my testicles, sucking them and letting them jump out of her mouth with a thick wet pop. She kissed down even lower, sliding over and past my perineum, and then began to probe and lick around my asshole with my hips arching to engage her mouth and tongue. "Oh fuck, Sabina. That feels amazing," I saluted. It was beginning to dawn on me that I was in; we both were in, for a long and very intense night. Finally I felt her begin to ascend up from the depths, her tongue twirling madly on the underside of my shaft. And as I looked down at her, she gazed back at with me with a wan smile, then curved her mouth around that spot -- that sensitive focal point of all prick nerve endings -- that magical spot just below the head on the underside. Fuck. She enveloped that half of my shaft with her mouth and a smile that said -- "I know what you like -- and I'm going to give it to you." And she did. Her lips and tongue focused on that square inch of skin and nerve endings and worked it -- sucked it -- kissed it. I heard her moaning as she sucked, but felt the vibrations even more. I would have exploded if I'd let her continue. But the night was much too young to be popping a load this early. "Come up here," I directed. She stopped her slurping and began to crawl toward my head and leaned down for a deep kiss as her head came even with mine. The shy innocent grazing kisses of half an hour ago were gone, replaced by deep open mouth kisses of defined passion. She was a great kisser and was clearly aroused by kissing and being kissed. I did my best to meet her intensity. What is it about kissing that has always turned me on so much -- and was obviously working for Sabina too? Perhaps it's the most intimate way of communicating non-verbally; you can say so much with a kiss. But it's also so personal and we feel so exposed when we kiss, even if fully clothed. Maybe it's just the incredible variation of kisses at one's disposal, from soft innocent pecks to deep wet passionate mashing. Whatever it is, both Sabina and I were in tune to it -- and to each other. I loved kissing her and it sure felt that the feeling was mutual. Our deep French kiss reached a frenzy point and Sabina broke our seal and leaned down into my neck panting. "Oh fuck, Julian. I'm so turned on," she said, breathing heavy, her hips moving involuntarily. "Me too, Sabina. Me too," I replied, my cock straining, needing to be inside her. But she had other ideas and began to drag her lovely full breasts up toward my face. She leaned on her arms and dangled their soft flesh in my face, teasing me as the nipples quivered just inches from my mouth. Then she lowered her tits onto my probing tongue and let out a gasp of arousal. I suckled gently on her delicate nipples and could hear her hiss as my hands ran over her body, finally nestling in between her legs. Her tiny thong was completely, and I mean completely, soaked and the inside of her thighs were dripping with her fluids. I pulled her thong down -- no need for it anymore -- and she aided the effort and then kicked her foot and flung the little string of nothingness across the room. She was on fire, but then so was I. A few months earlier I had been admiring her posture at a faculty party; now she was easing her naked body up mine so I could feast on her juicy nexus. She moved her knees to straddle my face, and then hovered above me -- looking down as I looked up into the sweetest pussy I think I had ever seen. As I looked up between her thighs I was treated with the gaping splayed lips of a very wet succulent cunt. She knew her power at that moment, teasing me with her vaginal beauty, and I opened my mouth for her. She slowly lowered her pussy onto my waiting lips and I sucked and licked her engorged flesh like a man who hadn't eaten a meal in years. I devoured her cunt, delving my tongue deep into her soaked hole, lapping up her copious lubrication, then taming my wild tongue lashings to focus the tip of my tongue on her tiny little clit -- so pink, so stiff, so sensitive. Her body bucked and I heard distant screams of delight as I lashed her clit with tongue love -- my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her down on me -- drowning me to a point where I could barely breathe. Julian & Sabina And then, in my best Houdini more, I scooted down and out from below her while she remained kneeling in a state of cunnilingual bliss, and I hopped on my knees behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto my raging erection. As she clutched the headboard, I grabbed my waving stiff dick and placed the head directly on target -- and pushed -- in. She was so fucking wet that there was little resistance -- only the tight slickness of her pulsing hole. Within two or three pumps I was fully ensconced and I let out a roar of approval. As she bent forward and offered her ass up in the air to me, I began to pound into her, banging to the hilt with each downward, inward stroke. The slurpy thwacking sound of wet flesh on wetter flesh began to become our tempo -- our rhythm. With my hands on her hips, pulling her back with each thrust, I pumped my thick cock into her with relentless repetition, accentuating each pump with a grunt. I could hear a wailing moan emanating from some deep dark place within her and knew that she was finally finding a submissive pose where she could just enjoy having the shit fucked out of her. I felt her make subtle adjustments with her hips to allow me to go just a little deeper and just a little harder. "Oh Sabina," I wailed. "You feel so fucking good." "Oh God, Julian. Fuck me! Don't stop! Oh fuck! Harder! Oh -- that's it -- right there! Oh fuck - don't stop, Julian. Please!" But I did. I needed to change. We needed to keep fucking, but in a new position. I apologized, but told her I needed to get back in her -- fast. She was almost desperate for my cock -- needing to be filled and pumped -- grabbing my glistening dick and begging me to shove it back in. She flipped on her back, spread her legs wide, and I sunk in completely in one deep push. She gave forth with an almost animalistic groan as her legs wrapped around my waist and I began to pummel her with cock. I pushed up on my arms, anchored my knees, slightly spread for good leverage, and began to thrust into her with an intensity almost verging on violent. I looked down in amazement as her big soft tits bounced and jiggled wildly with my rhythm -- swirling in fleshy circles, her nipples practically doing cartwheels. And it was at that moment that I knew we were going to come together. I could feel her responding to this position and the intensity of our fuck. I felt like my cock was so deeply rooted in her, eliciting the most bizarre grunts and squeals from her as my ass flew into the air and came crashing down to fill her with hard meat on each descending thrust. We were sweating and grunting and thrusting, her hips lifting to meet mine, and I felt an orgasm begin to build so deep -- girding itself, ready to release. She was totally on the edge and just needed a push to tilt her over the tipping point. "Oh fuck, Sabina. I'm gonna come in you, baby. I'm gonna come!" I screamed. "Oh, God, Julian! Me too! Fuck me! Fuck......." And I did. I came -- and I know she could feel it. I do not have subtle orgasms. When not confined by cunt I will shoot ropes of cum straight over my shoulder when really turned on. And when I'm tight within the slick slippery flesh of a hot pulsing pussy, I know that each shot can be felt by my lover -- splatting against her vaginal walls. I could feel Sabina's frantic, almost desperate, need and the noises she was making made no mistake that she was rapidly sliding into a pre-orgasmic state. Her breathing became erratic, the noises she made pure involuntary grunts of passion and need. And as I spasmed and spurted, I felt Sabina's pussy clench as she went silent for a second and her body stiffened and shook. She let out a loud wail as I did the same; both of us verbalizing the intensity of our climax as I emptied myself into her deepest place in a pulsing release of semen. Suddenly it was as if we'd fallen off a cliff. We were both sweat-soaked and breathing like we'd just finished a marathon. I lay on top of her, my dick still stiff and still impaled deep inside her. As our pulse began to return to normal and the intensity of our mutual orgasm began to wane slightly, I gently extracted myself and flopped onto the bed next to her. I reached up to touch her lovely face and saw her smile. "What the fuck, Julian?" she said with a huge smile. "What was that, baby? Holy fuck." "So you liked it?" I asked, as if I didn't know the answer. "God. I know it's been awhile, but man.... That was so good, Julian," she cooed as she leaned forward for a kiss. We retreated back toward a gentler kiss, a post-coital kiss; full of meaning and thanks and warm feelings. "You are amazing, lady. Absolutely amazing. What's the topic of our next paper?" She laughed and cuddled. I was sure she might have some sudden doubts about what had just happened. She'd just fucked an elder colleague and the sudden meaning of what had just transpired might freak her out. But she seemed to roll with it nicely. She had, after all, been having an affair with another older professor in California, so this post sexual state was surely something that was not new to her. "Well, I guess I needed sex more than I thought," she opined. "God, that was good." "It sure was. And you could have fooled me about being out of practice. You were definitely on top of your game, Sabina." "Yes, well, it helps to have a good lover as a partner, Julian. And that you are." She cupped my flaccid manhood and gave it a loving squeeze, seeing if there might be any life in the old boy. Her soft touch was enough to create a slight stirring which was not lost on her. "I think we might have to nurture him back from the dead," she joked. "I do believe a little mouth to cock resuscitation is in order," she offered, as she scooted down to take my cock into her warm wet mouth. It wasn't long before I was back at attention and she pushed me onto my back and climbed aboard for a long gentle ride. It was magnificent to watch her as she moved in a slow back and forth grind -- relishing the feel of my cock deep within her, and loving the feel of her fuck. Her breasts hung so full and lush, swaying with her rhythmic movements. I held my hands aloft so the tips of her breasts flowed in and out of my palms, feeling so soft and supple. I thought I might have died and gone to heaven. We each had another orgasm before the night was over: she came from a fervent eating of her pussy with extensive digital probing, and I came in her mouth as she administered a slow, soft and extremely wet blowjob -- complete with deep moans and plenty of saliva. At some point we both realized the time and the fact that we had a plane to catch in the morning. She finally extracted herself from the bed and gathered her clothes together -- they were strewn all over the room -- and put herself back together. "So what happens now, Julian? How do we go back to class and faculty meetings and collegial rapport after a night like this?" "I don't know, Sabina. Honestly, I'm not sure. But it's happened and, I have to tell you, I hope it happens again. I don't want this to be a one-night stand. Let's just take it slow and we'll figure it out as we go along," I stated quietly as I stroked the soft skin of her cheek. "Okay," she replied. "I can do that. I'm a big girl. We'll deal." "Yes," I responded. "We will." I walked her to the door as she prepared to head back to her room. We were standing right where we'd been when she first arrived and, suddenly, it felt just as it had earlier; no words were needed or required. We kissed again -- softly, slowly, and easily. It was a kiss that had promise for tomorrow; and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that. "I'll meet you in the lobby tomorrow at 7," I said, bringing reality back into the equation. "Good night, Julian," she replied. "And thank you," she said in the softest whisper as I opened the door. I gave her a gentle grazing kiss on her soft lips as she stood in the doorway. "Good night, Sabina. Sweet dreams."