****** The Sultry Professor by Lingaman ******
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The Sultry Professor


Sam saw the light turning red as he made a gentle right turn into the driveway
of the Conference Center. He found a parking spot halfway down the row, and
eased into the spot, taking care not to get too close to the van parked
awkwardly in the spot to his right. He shook his head at the careless manner in
which the van was parked, and got out. Grabbing his briefcase, he made his way
to the entrance, and soon found himself looking into the bright, smiling face
of the young girl at the registration desk. He gave his name, and thanked the
girl as she smartly handed him his registration package, and directed him to
the rooms where the technical sessions had already begun.

Sam saw the rows of partitions in the large open space to his right as he
turned the corner, looking for the lecture hall where an important session was
being held. These were the poster boards, which were used by researchers to
display their technical work. As the director of the technology marketing group
for his company, he was responsible for keeping abreast of the developments
being presented at the conference. Sam always looked forward to these meetings,
because he not only could keep track of his competitors, but got the chance to
meet many young people starting out in the technology development business.
There were many young faculty members from various universities who presented
their work at this meeting, which was funded by various federal programs.

The room he was looking for was at the end of the hallway. As he approached the
room, his eye caught a glimpse of a young woman standing near one of the poster
presentations. She was talking to a couple of people, obviously explaining her
project. She had a slightly high-pitched voice, not the annoying kind, but with
a slight metallic quality. Sam quickly looked at her, and noted with a smile
that she had a rather nice figure, which was concealed by her business suit
attire. She had her hair in a pony tail, and had full, red lips. She was about
medium height, with long, shapely legs.

Sam briefly nodded to her as she looked in his direction, and gave a polite
smile. He opened the door to the lecture room, and stepped in, closing the door
carefully behind him. The speaker was wrapping up his presentation, and as Sam
adjusted to the dark room, someone behind him turned on the lights, just as the
speaker concluded his remarks. Sam found a couple of empty chairs in the last
row, and sat down in one of them. He listened absent-mindedly to the
discussion, as he flipped through the program to see who the next speaker was.
He glanced at his watch, and noted that the session was quite on time. He
nodded his head in approval.

He looked around, to see if he recognized any of the people in the audience.
There were a few of his friends sitting way ahead near the front. As he
adjusted himself in his chair, he heard a soft voice behind him.

"Is this chair taken?"

Sam recognized the voice of the woman he had passed earlier in the hallway. He
turned and looked at her. She had taken off her jacket, revealing a nice
figure. Sam smiled and half arose in his chair.

"No. No one is sitting here. Please sit down."

The woman thanked him and bent forward to put down her briefcase, giving a
brief view of her cleavage through the open neck of her blouse. She slid into
the chair, and turned to him. Offering her hand, she said in a pleasant voice,
"Hi. I am Sandra Richards."

"I am Sam Mandell," Sam replied, "Pleased to meet you."

Sandra nodded in acknowledgment, and asked, "What do you do, Sam?"

"I am the vice president of marketing for Falconcrest Industries. And you?"

"Oh, I am just a lowly assistant professor at the Silver Springs University in
Washington."

"Why the self-dismissal? Don't you like teaching?"

"I am sorry, I didn't mean it that way. You are a big corporate executive, and
compared to that I am only a junior faculty member."

"So what? I am sure what you do is very important."

"I think so. But it is so hard and so frustrating to convince all the
establishment people that university faculty do know something about applied
research, and we should be properly funded."

"Well, that's interesting. I take it you don't have a lot of funding."

"No. I am just starting out. I got some money from the government, and the
department helped out a little. But I need more money to prove the concept I am
working on, so that I can get more grants. What is your interest in this
conference, Sam?"

Before Sam could reply, the session chairman announced the next speaker, and
the lights dimmed. Sam said to her in a low voice, "Listen, I am not really
interested in this speaker. If you like, we could sit down over coffee and talk
about your work. I will tell you why I am here."

"Sounds great. Let's go."

They got up, and quietly left the room. They found a secluded table in the
corner of the restaurant that was located on the same floor. Sam ordered two
coffees, and turned to her. Sandra took off the band that kept her hair in the
pony tail and shook her head. Sam watched as her cascading, long, black hair
that draped around her shoulders. He saw her breasts jiggle slightly as she
shook her head. When he looked at her face, he saw her watching him. She smiled
at him, showing a row of bright white teeth. She was beautiful, Sam concluded,
almost too beautiful to be a junior faculty member at some nondescript
university. She looked quite intelligent, and sure had a very pleasant
personality.

"So, what brings you to this conference, Sam?"

"Well, we are in the business of developing and marketing advanced
technologies. We have a group of scientists who work on various projects, and
develop new things. My job is to do the marketing assessment of what they do,
and make sure we are not wasting money on dead-end projects. It is very hard to
come by R&D dollars these days, you know."

"You are telling me," Sandra replied, smiling. "I was talking to those two
Japanese participants earlier when you saw me. They are interested in my work,
but don't want to fund me to do more research. It is so frustrating."

"Now hold on, Sandra. Tell me what research you are doing. But before that, let
me show you what our company is involved in."

He turned and picked up his briefcase, and pulled out a brochure. He gave it to
Sandra, and watched her face as she eagerly looked through it. He saw her eyes
light up, as she came to one page.

Sandra looked up at him, and asked, barely trying to conceal her excitement, "I
didn't know you guys do process simulation. That is my area of expertise. I
worked on simulation of industrial manufacturing processes for my Ph.D. work.
Oh, I am so glad I met you. Do you think your company might be able to give me
some money for research."

"I don't know. You have to tell me what exactly you do."

"Okay. Let's finish this coffee, and go to my poster. I will show you my recent
work."

They went back to her poster, and Sandra launched into a detailed explanation
of her research. Sam listened attentively, his eyes focused on her animated
face. Occasionally he would glance at her breasts as they moved with her rapid
breathing. He realized that this woman was not only quite smart, but was
working in a particular area of critical interest for his company. The
scientists at Falconcrest were stumped by a peculiar problem in their work, and
were unable to figure out why some of their experiments were failing to give
reproducible results. He looked carefully at Sandra's data, and had a feeling
that she might be able to help his group.

Sandra stopped talking, and took a deep breath.

"So what do you think?"

Sam smiled, and said, "Very interesting. You are a smart lady, Sandra.
Beautiful and smart. A potent combination, one that I admire tremendously."

Sandra blushed several shades of red. "Thank you, Sam. Do you think you can
help me?"

"It's possible. I have to learn more about your work. I realize this is a brief
summary of what you have done. I think we should talk in greater detail. What
are you doing for dinner?"

"I have no plans."

"Then please join me for dinner. Any particular choice?"

"Not really. How about you?"

"I am vegetarian. So I have to be more picky. You don't mind vegetarian food,
do you?"

"Not at all. I could use some healthy food. I have to watch my calories."

"Oh, don't worry. They are all going to all the right places," Sam said, giving
her a slow, appreciative glance.

Sandra blushed again.

"Thanks. You are in good shape also. Do you work out?"

"Goodness, no. I hate exercise."

"Then how do you keep so fit?"

"I do yoga."

"Oh."

"I religiously do my exercises every morning. It's the most inexpensive way to
keep fit. No fancy, expensive equipment is needed. Just a commitment and a
regular schedule."

"I have wanted to learn yoga for along time. I read some books on it."

"Forget the books. You can't learn properly from books. You have to have a good
teacher."

"Well, that's the problem. I have heard many of these so-called gurus don't
really teach properly."

"Yes, especially the western teachers who try to make it into a popular
exercise and fitness regime. They have badly distorted the tradition and
purpose of yoga. The postures are merely one of the eight aspects of what we
Indians call yoga. In the west, it has been distorted into a commercial
industry, and all the beneficial potencies are lost."

Sandra shrugged her shoulders, and said, "So how am I going to find an
authentic teacher?"

"I admit it is not easy, but not impossible. I could give you some names and
phone numbers of authentic Indian teachers, who are faithful to the ancient
traditions."

"Great. So what's next?"

Sam looked at his watch. It was already 5 p.m.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the Marriott. And you?"

"Don't know. I just drove in this afternoon."

"Then why don't you try the Marriott? I don't think they are full. That way, we
can spend more time discussing my work."

"Okay. If you are done here, let's go. I need to shower and change. Then we can
find a nice place to eat. Do you have a car?"

"No. Our project travel budget is limited. I rode with some other people this
morning."

"Then come on. I have a car. You can navigate and tell me about yourself."

They left the conference hall, and walked out to the parking lot. Sandra
directed him to the hotel that was about five miles from the conference place.
After he had checked in, he grabbed his bags from the car, and joined her at
the elevator.

"Which floor are you on?" Sandra asked him.

"Seventh. Room 718. How about you?"

"Room 720. We have adjacent rooms."

"Is that good or bad?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you might not want to be that close to me."

"Why? Are you planning to seduce me?"

"The thought has crossed my mind," Sam said, laughing.

"Oh, really?" Sandra looked squarely at him. "I take it as a compliment."

"It is intended to be. You are quite a gal, Sandra."

"Just to warn you, I am married."

"That figures. Gorgeous women like you are always tied up with someone else.
Well, here we are. Give me about 30 minutes. I'll knock on your door when I am
ready."

"Okay."

Sandra fiddled with her room key, as Sam walked past her to the next room,
which was separated from her room by a janitor's closet. She watched his back,
thinking about his mildly flirtatious comments. She waved to him as he opened
his door and stepped in. Sandra closed the door of her room behind her and
kicked off her shoes. She was mildly excited by the possibility that Sam's
company might be able to give her some research money. She wanted to make sure
that she kept his interest in her at a high level. She had not detected any
overtly amorous moves or intentions from him, and she felt confident that his
interest was purely professional. She took off her jacket and blouse, and
unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of it, and walked into the bathroom in her
undergarments. She looked in the mirror at her figure, and smiled. She knew Sam
had been looking at her breasts, which were quite firm and full. She removed
her bra and started rolling off her panty hose, watching herself in the mirror
as her breasts jiggled with her movements. She found her nipples hardening as
she stripped. She ran her palms over them, gently squeezing her flesh, and
pressing her hands over her flat belly. She looked at the dark bush at the
juncture of her long, shapely legs, and fanned the hair with her fingers. With
a deep sigh, she turned to start the shower, and stepped in.

As the water from the shower hit her face and neck, she stepped back, letting
the water flow over her shoulders and breasts. Her nipples hardened further as
the sharp jets impinged on them. Stepping back even further, she allowed the
jets to hit her pubic mound, reaching for the bar of soap. She soaped herself
vigorously, unconsciously rubbing the bar between her legs. A thick lather
formed in her hands, and she scrubbed herself thoroughly between the legs. The
warmth of the water, and the massage from her hand caused an immediate reaction
from her body. Sandra moaned softly as she felt her excitement rising and her
hands started rubbing the soft and sensitive flesh between the legs with
increased urgency. In a few minutes, she was on the brink of orgasm, and she
cried out when a sharp shudder shook her whole body from head to toe. She could
feel the contractions as she slowly slid down into the tub, moaning with
pleasure, and rubbing her inflamed flesh. She could feel the slippery fluid on
her fingers. She brought them to her nose. The unmistakable smell of her
aroused passion made her shudder once more. She stayed in the crouching
position for several minutes, tightly clutching her hand between her legs.
Finally she got up slowly, and rinsed herself off.

Stepping out of the shower, she pulled off a towel to dry herself.

"Wow! That was something," she thought to herself, wondering why she suddenly
felt so horny during the shower. She walked out of the bathroom, scrubbing her
wet hair, and opened her suitcase to pick the clothes for the evening.

"I don't know what you have in mind, Sam," she said to herself, "but somehow I
have a feeling that we'll end up in bed before this conference is over." She
realized that she liked Sam, and was somewhat attracted to him. She thought of
Ken, her husband, and wondered what he might say if she told him about her
orgasm in the shower. She knew he would be turned on. Smiling, she pulled out a
dark green dress that barely reached her knees, and took out a black slip to
wear under it. The dress was dark green, with built-in supports for the
breasts, and was open at the shoulders. Sandra realized that the dress would
invite even more attention from Sam who had not bothered to conceal his
attraction to her charms earlier, even with her conservative business suit.

She recalled a momentous evening several months ago, when she and Ken had been
invited to his boss' home for a party. Ken's boss had taken an immediate liking
to her, and had openly flirted with her. Ken seemed not to mind, and later as
they were driving home, he had confessed that he had been terribly turned on by
the whole thing. They had made furious love that night, and Ken had confessed
to her that he was open to such intimate relationships outside of their
marriage, as long as they told each other about it.

She sat down to apply makeup to her face, taking extra care to liberally apply
perfume to her breasts, armpits and crotch. She applied the soft, talcum powder
to her cleavage, and inner thighs, and selected a deep red shade of lipstick
for her lips. She took out the peal necklace to wear over her emerald-green
dress. Satisfied, she stood up and looked at her naked body in the full-length
mirror. She pinched her erect nipples, and sighed. Touching herself between the
legs, she pleasantly discovered that she was wet. She knew this evening was
going to be momentous. Then, turning to the clothes she had picked out, she
began dressing. Pulling the slip over her head, Sandra wondered if she might
let Sam flirt with her. She pulled on her panty, and slipped the dress over her
head, reaching behind her back to button it. She watched her breasts thrust
forward as she fumbled with the buttons in her back, and smiled with
satisfaction that her ample cleavage was readily visible. She felt horny in
that moment, and decided that she would not discourage any moves from Sam if he
felt so inclined.

In his room, Sam was thinking about the young professor. He knew she had a
terrific body, even though her format attire did a decent job of hiding her
attributes. He had an eye for such things. He had also detected a mild response
from her to his suggestive remarks. As he scrubbed himself vigorously in the
shower, he found himself getting hard. He looked down at his throbbing organ,
and smiled.

"Well, buddy. Let's see if you will have any luck tonight," he said to his
arousal, and gently squeezed the shaft in his hands.

He closed his eyes as the pleasing sensations ran up his spine. He continued to
squeeze the shaft with one hand, playing with the glistening, purple tip with
the fingers of his other hand. He traced the sensitive ridge around the head,
almost scrubbing it as if to wash the bulbous tip. His organ twitched sharply
upward as the pleasure in his loins caused a stirring in his sacs. He did not
want to spend himself, and so reluctantly he let go, patting his organ as it
slowly subsided. Getting out of the shower, he dried himself, and walked out of
the bathroom.

He combed his hair, and sprayed his favorite cologne on his body, taking
particular care to spray his chest, belly and crotch. He winced when some of
the cologne splashed on his organ, causing a stinging sensation. He pulled on
his jockey underwear and adjusted his crotch. He liked this particular brand of
underwear, as it afforded a very quick and easy access to his manhood through
the horizontal panel in the front instead of the standard vertical panel. Many
a time he had found his organ slipping out from this panel when he was aroused,
often causing an embarrassing bulge in the pants as the tip of the penis broke
free of the confinement. But he still liked this brand, since it kept him in a
state of semi-arousal because of the friction on the tip caused by the design
of the overlapping panels.

Sam took a final look in the mirror as he finished dressing, and slipped his
feet into the loafers. Grabbing his wallet and room key, he stepped out, and
walked the few steps to Sandra's room. He knocked gently. Sandra called out
that she was almost ready. He nodded to himself, as he turned and started
walking down the hallway. He heard the door open, and turned around.

"I'm almost done, Sam. Would you like to come in?"

Sam raised his eyebrows, and said to himself, "Well, well, well. This is
beginning to look promising."

Loudly, he said, "Sure, if you are okay with it."

"Yes, I am. I am well covered. Come in. I just have to finish the makeup. You
know how it is."

"Yes, I know," Sam said, laughing, and followed her into the room.

He glanced around and found the room fairly neat, except for her open suitcase
which revealed some of her intimate garments to his gaze. Sandra noticed him
looking at them, and quickly closed the suitcase.

"I can't find my shoes," she said as she bent forward to look under the bed.

Her back was turned to him, and as she bent, her dress rode up over her thighs.
Sam could clearly see her white panty, and the plumpness between her legs. His
organ stiffened immediately, and to his chagrin he realized that the tip had
slipped past the opening in the panel. He looked down at himself and could see
the slight bulge. He thought of quickly packing his organ in properly, but just
then Sandra straightened up, and turned around. She had found her shoes. Sam
quickly pulled his hand away from his crotch, but not before she had noticed
his movement. She glanced quickly at his bulge, and he could see a slight smile
developing in her eyes as she looked into his face.

"Thanks so much for inviting me out for dinner. How do I look?"

"Gorgeous. It's hard to take my eyes off you. You are quite stunning,
professor." He laughed at his joke.

Sandra laughed and came closer. She quickly kissed him on the cheek, brushing
her ample bosom against his chest. As she stepped away and turned toward the
door, her hand brushed across the bulge in his pants. He knew she had felt his
arousal and she had done it on purpose. Not to be outdone, he quickly reached
across to open the door for her, making sure that his hand pressed against her
breasts. Sandra gasped at this unexpected move, and looked sharply at him. Sam
winked and said, "After you, m'lady."

"Do you always flirt so openly with married women, Sam?"

"Sure, why not? I have not met a woman who does not like a little innocent
attention to their charms from me. It makes for a fun-filled evening, don't you
think?"

"I am sure it does," she said, closing the door, and snuggling up to him as he
put his arm around her waist.

They walked down the corridor to the elevator. Once inside, Sandra turned and
stood facing him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she said softly, "Sam, I
really appreciate you having dinner with me."

"It's my pleasure, believe me." Sam pulled her into his arms, and lowered his
head to kiss her.

Sandra turned her face, offering him her cheek. Then she forced herself out of
his arms, and said softly, "You are a very attractive man. But I don't want to
give you a false idea that I am being easy because I want your money for my
research."

"Perish the thought, Sandra. I am just appreciating your beauty, and I can see
that you are enjoying it. Don't let these unnecessary doubts spoil the fun.
Here we are."

The door opened, as they separated from each other. They walked out to the
parking lot, and got in the car. Sam looked at Sandra a few times during the
drive to the restaurant, but she was quiet. Most of the time, she kept looking
out of the window. A couple of times she looked at him and smiled but said
nothing. Sam wondered if he might have gone too far with her. He almost started
to say something, but changed his mind. He figured that she might relax after a
drink or so, and it would be better to wait until she was ready to talk.

His hunch was right. Sandra visibly relaxed after a glass of red wine. They
started to speak almost at the same time, and started laughing.

"You first," Sandra said.

"No, you first. I want to know why you were so silent in the car."

"Oh. I was thinking of my husband."

"Your husband? Are you regretting our meeting, and dinner date?"

"Oh, no, Sam," Sandra reached across the table, surprised. "I was just thinking
about Ken because I forgot to call him before we left. He must be waiting for
my call."

"Well, we can fix that," Sam said, and caught the attention of the waiter. "Is
there a phone nearby? The lady would like to make a phone call."

"No problem. I will bring the phone to the table. Will it be a long-distance
call, Ma'am?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all. You can charge the call separately, or we can add it to the
bill."

"Add it to the bill then," Sam said.

"No, no. I will pay for it, Sam. You don't have to."

"Don't argue with me, young lady," Sam said, "this night is on me. Besides, it
is my fault that you missed the call. Please bring the phone."

"Yes, sir." The waiter disappeared.

Sandra shook her head, and said, "You are a big bully, Sam."

"I am a pussy cat. What are you talking about?" Sam said, feigning hurt
feelings.

Sandra started laughing. She pressed his hand, and said, "You are really
something. You know how to get away with anything."

"Thank you. Now, let's get down to business. I must have some excuse to charge
this dinner to the expense account."

"Will you stop it? My cheeks are beginning to hurt, with all this laughing."

"I can fix that. Bend forward. Let me massage your cheeks and jaws. I am not
kidding. Move forward."

Sam reached across and took her face in his hands. He gently pressed his
fingers around her lips and jaw muscles. Sandra tried to look around, to see if
any other patrons might be watching them, but Sam had her face in his grip.

"Don't worry about others. Let them look. Just relax."

Sandra gave up. She felt a slight arousal in her nipples at the forcefulness of
this handsome man who insisted on having his way with her. For a wild moment,
she wondered if he would be similarly aggressive in bed also. Then she blushed
at the thought, and looked at him, trying to smile.

"Don't smile just yet. I am almost done," Sam said softly, as his fingers
tenderly massaged her face for a few more minutes.

Then he sat back, patting her cheeks gently.

"There. How does it feel now?"

Sandra massaged her face lightly. With surprise, she said, "It does feel
better. What other skills do you have, Sam, to seduce a woman?"

"Do you think I am trying to seduce you?"

"Yes. And you know it, too. You are quite a man, Sam. And I am enjoying all the
attention."

"Well, you should. I am on my best behavior right now."

"Oh, my. What do you do when you are not?"

"You didn't ask that question. I have ignored it."

"Why? Are you afraid to answer?"

"Of course not. But I don't think you will like the answer."

"Try me."

Sam looked at her; he was getting turned on by the obvious signals she was
sending at him. She looked so delectable in that low-cut dress, with her
cleavage showing to advantage, that he could feel his arousal straining at the
front of his trousers. He watched her face intently. Sandra matched his gaze
for a few moments, and then looked away. She could feel the heat rising between
her legs as she stared this attractive man. She knew he wanted her, and that
she wanted him also. At the same time, she worried about what he might think of
her. She knew he could help her with some research funding, but she did not
want him to think that she was offering herself as a price for that favor. She
was a happily married woman, and she did not want to cheat on her husband, even
though the passion in her loins urged her to do so.

The waiter returned with the phone. With a sigh of relief, Sandra dialed home.
She heard Ken pick up the phone at the other end. She looked at Sam. He nodded,
and excused himself. He needed to visit the men's room anyway. When he
returned, Sandra had completed the call, and was waiting for him. She smiled
with delight as he sat down.

"What? Did your husband give you permission to flirt with me?"

Sandra started laughing. "God, you are persistent. What if I said yes?"

"Then I'd say that he is either an angel or a moron."

"He's not a moron, so that settles it. Now, can we change the subject, and do
some business talk? You need that expense deduction, don't you?"

"Yes. Okay. I am serious now. Lay it on me."

"All right. Let me give you a summary of all my current and prior work in the
process simulation area," Sandra said.

Sam listened intently. Sandra described the work she had done in graduate
school, and what she was working on at the moment. She explained that the
techniques she was working on had applications in many different fields, and
started to give him specific examples. After about twenty minutes, Sam gestured
her to pause, and took out a small notebook from his pocket. He made some quick
notes in it, and nodded.

"I think I get the idea. Let me discuss this with the guys back at the ranch.
How much money would you need to do a six month project?"

"Are you going to give me the money?"

"I didn't say that. I asked you how much. Don't say 'that depends on this or
that."

"Well, you have to tell me what you want done, don't you think?"

"You are right. I think it would be better for you to talk to one of our
people, and exchange some information first. Then they will decide if you can
do what they need, and we'll go from there."

"Oh, Sam. How can I ever thank you?"

"Don't rush to thank me yet. I haven't given you a dime."

"But you have opened a door for me. That's enough. Leave the convincing your
scientists to me."

"I am sure you will do fine. I am not being lewd, so don't glare at me like
that. I mean it. I will do my best to help you get some funding, one way or
another. I know some people in the funding agencies. No matter what they say in
public, who you know does matter. Glad to help, Sandra. Now, enough business,
let's eat something, and then retire for the night. When do you have to get
up?"

"I have a flight at 3 p.m. That reminds me, Sam. Would it be all right if I
kept my stuff in your room in the morning? I want to attend one session
tomorrow, and then catch a cab to the airport."

"Don't bother about the cab. I can drop you off. And bring your luggage to my
room. What time?"

"I get up early, Sam. Will that be a problem?"

"I don't think so. I get up at 5. How about you?"

"The same. Why do you getup so early?"

"Force of habit. Actually, I do my yoga exercises in the morning before
breakfast."

"Really? May be I should join you."

"Be my guest. Do you know any exercises?"

"Only what I have seen on TV."

"Then you just better watch. These TV people don't do it properly."

"Why do you say that?"

"You are not supposed to yak constantly while doing the exercises. They are
talking and looking at the camera instead of concentrating on their breathing
and movements. They teach it all wrong."

"Okay, Master. I'll just come and watch."

"You do that. 5:30 a.m., sharp."

The waiter returned to take their order. They had a leisurely dinner. Neither
of them spoke much. But she could feel the build up of sensual atmosphere
between them. A few times she looked at Sam, looking for some signal that he
was also as stimulated as she was. Sam was aware of her effort to read his
mood. He was turned on, but with great effort, he kept it under control.
Finally, they decided to leave after Sam had paid the waiter.

Sam got up, and went behind her chair, helping her up. She caught a glimpse of
the slight bulge in his pant, and felt a tingle between her legs. As she bent
forward to get up from the chair, the front of her dress sagged a little,
giving him a clear view of her firm breasts. He noticed the arousal of her
nipples, and smiled to himself.

As they walked toward the car, he pulled her closer, and said, "Thanks for a
great evening. I hope you enjoyed it."

Sandra leaned against him, and looking up at him, replied with delight, "Yes.
Thanks for a wonderful evening, Sam."

"You are welcome, beautiful lady. May I kiss you?" Sam asked as they reached
the car.

"I thought you'd never ask," Sandra replied as she melted into his arms.

He pushed her gently against the car, and kissed her. Sandra opened her mouth,
and felt his tongue push past her lips. She shuddered with pleasure, as he
pressed himself into her, and moaned softly. Sam could feel the pressure of her
breasts against his chest. He reached up to cup one in his hands, and pulled
her harder into his aroused manhood. Sandra gasped, and pressed against him.

Sam broke the kiss, and quickly looked around. There were some people getting
out of the cars in the next row. Gently releasing her hands from around his
waist, he pushed away from her, and opened the door. Sandra gave a sigh, and
got in the car. Sam walked around to the driver's side and got in.

"Let's get back to the hotel, Sandra. We have to get up early."

Sandra nodded, and put on her seat belt. She knew she had come very close to
let him seduce her right therein the parking lot. She could still feel the heat
and moist feeling between her legs, and knew that he was also quite aroused.
She relaxed, knowing that he had acted like a proper gentleman, and not taken
advantage of her weak resolve.

"Thank you, Sam, for being a gentleman."

"That I am. You are a very beautiful and attractive woman, Sandra. You are also
very smart. I was quite impressed by your background and work. You don't have
to use your charm with me to get what you want. I like you a lot. I will help
you. So just take it easy now, and have a good night's rest. We'll go over some
of the project ideas tomorrow, after I have digested all that you told me."

Sandra leaned against him, and turning her head, kissed him in the cheek.
"Thank you, Sam I appreciate it."

"You are quite welcome."

They kissed each other good night at her door. Sandra turned the knob and
walked into her room, closing the door behind her. Sam lingered for a moment,
watching the door close behind her, and then walked on towards his room.

Much later, Sandra lay in bed thinking about the evening. The light filtering
through the curtains danced off her curvaceous form that was silhouetted under
the thin sheet. She was naked under the sheet. Her nipples began to harden as
she recalled the passionate kiss in the parking lot, and she moaned with
pleasure at the memory. Using her hands, she gently rubbed her breasts,
massaging her nipples. She felt the arousal in her loins, as she continued to
rub her breasts. With a deep sigh, she spread her legs slightly and reached
between them. Her fingers encountered the moistness as she caressed her bushy
mound.

"Oh Sam, I wish I had the guts to let you seduce me in the parking lot," she
murmured.

She pushed her fingers lower, and found her gently throbbing clitoris already
out of its sheath and pulsating with excitement. She rubbed the hard nub of the
flesh, moaning loudly as the intensity of her passion started building in her
loins. With increasing arousal, she started rubbing her fingers rapidly across
her slit, pushing first one and then another finger in her vulva.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh...." The sound involuntarily escaped her lips as she inserted her
fingers deeper and began sliding them in and out with rapid frenzy. Suddenly,
she arched her back and clutched her legs together, trapping her fist between
her legs, the knuckles of her hand pressing mercilessly into her clitoris.

"Oh god.... oh god.... I can't stop... Saaaaaaaammmmmmmm......." Sandra heaved
up against her hand with a loud moan, and gasped as a powerful orgasm shook her
from head to toe. She continued to jerk her hips against the trapped hand,
breathing hard to keep up with the tremor of lesser orgasms that raked her
body. After several minutes, she fell back on the bed, her whole body wet with
perspiration.

"Oh Sam... I wish it was your cock instead of my fist in my cunt right now,"
she murmured to herself, as sleep slowly took over.

In the adjacent room, Sam was lying wide-awake, thinking about the voluptuous
professor who had aroused him so much. He looked down at his erect cock,
standing up and pointing to the ceiling as he lay naked in bed, his hands tied
behind his head. He could see the cleavage of her breasts in his mind's eye,
and remembered her panty-covered mound earlier when she had bent forward to
look for her shoes. He watched as his cock jerked sharply towards his belly. He
reached down to take the shaft in his hand and began rubbing it gently. He
pressed the hard organ in his grip and started pumping it slowly. The pleasure
made him shudder as he stroked his inflamed cock, thinking of the sultry woman
in the next room. He knew she was aroused, but wasn't sure if she would
actually go all the way.

"You should be stroking my cock, Sandra. I'd just love to see your lips around
it, baby," he whispered to himself, gently rubbing the sensitive ridge at the
base of his glistening bulb.

He could see drops of moisture slowly oozing out of the tiny opening. He rubbed
his fingertip in the drops of pre-ejaculate, and circled the sensitive tip with
the wet finger. He rubbed the spot under the bulb where the two halves came
together, a sharp breath escaping his lips as the unbelievable sensation caused
his cock to twitch with pleasure. He began pumping his cock now in full
strokes. The movement of his hand increases slowly in speed as his orgasm
neared. Finally, unable to control the urge to ejaculate, he raised his hips up
in the air, his hand stroking his wildly throbbing cock in a blur of pumping
motion.

"Oh, man..." he shouted as his balls suddenly contracted, and a powerful jet of
white semen shot out of the tip several feet up in the air. He watched the
liquid as it shot up in an arc and landed on his chest. He continued to pump,
as the cock throbbed and shot more fluid on to his belly and hands. Finally, he
squeezed his shaft, pressing it down against the base, and moaned as the last
of the fluid was squeezed out of him. Breathing heavily, he watched as the cock
slowly deflated against his belly, resting in the hairy bush which was
thoroughly soaked in his semen. After a few minutes, he got up and went into
the bathroom. With a wet napkin, he wiped all the sticky fluid from his chest
and stomach, and returned to bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered if he
could get her in bed before they parted ways. He wanted her, and knew that she
would let him seduce her if he played his cards properly.

The next morning, Sandra was up early. She decided to wear a simple blouse and
skirt, skipping the panty hose and garters. She wanted to travel comfortably.
She quickly finished getting ready, and packed. She looked at her watch. It was
still only 6 a.m. She hesitated, and then picked up the phone and dialed Sam's
room. She hoped he would be up, as he had said he was also an early riser. Sam
picked up the phone on the third ring.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Not at all. I've been up almost an hour now."

"Oh. Well, I thought I'd bring my stuff over if it was okay. I am all packed."

"Sure. I'll prop the door open. I am in the middle of my yoga. I'm almost
done."

"I can wait."

"No, no. You can come over. I thought you wanted to see it."

"Well, yes, but it's okay. You are done anyway, right?"

"Almost. I have to do one more, which is a combination exercise. You can watch
it if you like."

"Okay."

Sandra rolled her bags over to the next room, and slowly pushed the door, which
was slightly ajar. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. There was
light streaming through the light curtains, and a side lamp was on, its light
reflecting off the polished base. When she turned, she saw Sam on the floor on
his back, his head towards her. He lifted both his legs and propped himself up
at the lower back, pushing himself up until his legs were straight up and he
was practically resting on his shoulder. Sandra noticed that he only had his
shorts on.

"Sandra," she heard Sam call out in a muffled voice," Would you mind coming
over and supporting my legs for a bit; I need help in this part."

Sandra walked over, and stood above him, looking down. Sam's eyes were closed.
"Grab my legs by the ankles and pull them up as much as you can."

Sandra grabbed his ankles and pulled. She had to adjust her position to get
enough leverage by placing her feet on each side of his head as she stood right
above him. She looked down to see if his eyes were still closed. But she
couldn't see his face. Instead, her gaze fell on his shorts. Through the
opening in the leg of the shorts, she could clearly see his genitals. She saw
his hairy balls, and noticed that his cock was dangling upside down, having
slipped out from inside the shorts. She felt a sudden stirring between her legs
at the erotic sight, as she watched his semi rigid organ resting gently against
his stomach.

Sam opened his eyes, when he realized that she was not able to keep his legs
straight up, and found her standing directly above him. In the reflected light,
he saw the crotch of her purple panty, and a few stray pubic hair that had
slipped around the edge. He saw a small dark spot forming in her crotch, and
realized that she was getting aroused. "She must have seen my cock," he mused,
and smiled to himself.

"You are on the wrong side, Sandra. Go around to the other side. Then you can
support me better."

Sandra quickly moved over to the other side, having no idea that he had seen
her panty and her arousal. Sam pulled his legs over his head, and went through
some additional movements before swinging his legs back to the floor. All this
movement had pushed his shorts up around his waist, and his genitals were now
completely exposed to Sandra's gaze. She looked at him, and squirmed uneasily,
standing at his feet.

Sam rolled over and got up, and said, "That's it for today."

He saw her flustered face, and smiled. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing... I just... never mind."

"...saw my cock, right?"

"Yes," she whispered, blushing.

"I hope you liked what you saw."

"Yes. It looked nice."

Sam found himself getting hard. He remembered the intimate kiss the previous
night, and his intense orgasm. He smiled at her, and said, " Did it turn you
on?"

Sandra was staring at the tent in his shorts. She looked sharply at him, and
blushed even more. Sam laughed, and said, "Well, I need to take a shower now,"
and pulled his shorts down as he turned towards the bathroom.

His cock sprang free, making her gasp in surprise. He turned to her and said,
"You like it, don't you?"

Sandra said nothing. He saw her nipples harden, and decided to make the move.
"I saw you getting wet in the crotch when you saw it first."

Sandra blushed, and looked at him. Sam went closer, and took her hands in his.
Pulling her closer, he placed her hand on his erection. Sandra looked
surprised, but did not pull her hand away. Sam lifted her chin and kissed her
on the lips. Sandra opened her mouth slightly, and gasped as his tongue pushed
past them, her hands involuntarily clutching his cock. It hardened further, and
he pressed himself forward against her, pulling her into himself by placing his
hands on her butt. He kissed her hard, pulling up her skirt and caressing her
panty-covered butt.

Sandra moaned as she found herself getting terribly aroused, and offered no
resistance. Sam hooked his thumbs under the elastic of her panty and slid it
down over her hips. Sandra stepped out of it without a word, and with a sudden
impulse, flung her arms around his neck, as he lifted her skirt to press the
tip of his cock against her mound. She opened her legs, and found his cock
pressing into the folds of her pussy. Sam felt her crotch and found that she
was quite wet. He picked her up in his arms and laid her down on the edge of
the bed. Lifting her legs and spreading them, he looked down. He could see the
glistening lips and folds of her pussy, and the inviting pink flesh of her
passage, as it opened up to welcome the swollen tip of his cock. He looked at
her. Her eyes were closed. He leaned forward, gently pushing his cock into her.
Sandra moaned loudly, and grabbed the bed sheet in her fists as his cock
penetrated her moist passage. Sam fell on top of her, and kissed her hard, at
the same time pulling the blouse out of her skirt. He found her voluptuous
breasts clad in a sexy bra that hardly could contain the full orbs. He remover
her bra and began sucking on her hard nipples, squeezing and caressing her firm
flesh. He began moving in and out of her, fucking her with a steady rhythm.
Soon he was near his orgasm.

"You okay if I come inside you?"

Sandra nodded, and clasped her legs around his waist. She began thrashing about
as her own orgasm became imminent.

"Oh, god... fuck me harder, Sam. I am too close; don't come before me. Harder,
harder... don't stop." She heaved her hips up against his downward stroke, and
moaned loudly as she tottered on the brink. The contractions in her cunt sent
Sam over the edge at the same time, and he exploded in a massive load of his
juice in her. Sandra cried out at the same time, as her orgasm swept her away
in a tidal wave of bliss. Sam continued to ejaculate for a few more moments,
and Sandra hung on to his cock until it began to shrink and finally slipped out
of her.

Sam got up and stepped away from the bed, and looked at the semi-naked woman
lying before him, her legs still wide open, and breathing heavily. She was
beautiful, and so damned sexy. He felt his cock begin to rise again as he eyed
her naked pussy, and her firm globes. Sandra opened her eyes, and looked at
him. She smiled, and said, "God, that was beautiful. You have such a big cock,
Sam. I loved it. My god, you are already hard again."

"Well, what do you expect when you are lying there with your pussy wide open?"

"I had a real big orgasm, Sam. I can't take your cock again so soon."

She got up and straightened her clothes.

"Listen, I am heading for the shower. Why don't you take off your clothes and
join me?"

Sandra thought about it. She eyed his gently throbbing cock, and felt her pussy
getting wet again.

"Okay, I was planning to take a nice shower after I get home tonight, but what
the heck. I'd love to feel that cock of yours in my mouth this time."

"It's all yours, baby."

As soon as the shower started, Sandra went down on her knees and took his cock
in her mouth. She sucked him avidly, licking his balls and base, and gently
chewing on his glans. Sam stood under the shower, watching the water cascade
down his body on to the beautiful woman who was eagerly sucking him. He felt a
tenderness for her, and on an impulse, he bent forward and lifted her up to her
feet.

"Sandra, let me taste your pussy, and then after the shower, let's eat each
other on the bed. It will be more comfortable."

"Okay, but let me suck you for just a bit longer. I love the feel of your hard
cock in my mouth. Ken is not as big as you, and I want to really swallow you
all the way to the base."

She went down on her knees again and began sucking him with greater energy. She
almost got it all the way in her mouth, but then she gagged when the tip hit
the back of her throat. She pulled it out, and exclaimed, "Wow, how big is this
thing?

"About 71/2 inches. Why?"

"Ken is only about five inches. No wonder I felt so stuffed earlier. Can I ride
you later?"

"Are you planning to skip the morning sessions?"

"To hell with the sessions. I came here to try and get some new grants for my
research. If you promise to get me some funding, I don't need to go to the
sessions. I'd rather fuck your cock instead."

"All right. I'll get you the money, but I would have done that regardless."

"I know. And I wanted to fuck you last night, even if you did not promise any
funding. You are a damn sexy man, Sam."

"What are you going to tell your husband?"

"Ken? He's okay. I will tell him something. Don't worry about him."

They dried themselves, and went out. She pushed him down and climbed on top of
him. Grabbing his hard cock, she straddled him and began rubbing the tip
against her cunt lips. Her clitoris began to swell, and Sandra moaned with
pleasure as the tip of the cock rubbed against it, sending tremors down her
legs.

Sam watched her as she slowly lowered herself on his shaft, until it was buried
to the hilt in her tight passage. She leaned forward and hugged him, resting on
his body. Kissing him with passion, she said, "Sam, I would like you to visit
my lab some time, and meet my husband."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Sure I am sure. I promise you, you won't regret it. I know you will like my
lab, and I want to show you all the facilities we have and stuff."

"Sandra, there is really no need for that. I told you I will get you the grant,
and I will. You don't have to sell me on it."

"I am not. I want you to meet Ken and spend a day or two with us. Don't argue
with me, and now just lay back and let me fuck your cock. It's been a long time
since I had such a beautiful monster in my pussy."

"You are a slut, you know that?"

"So what? You are fucking enjoying it, too. So just shut up, and enjoy the
ride."

Sam shrugged his shoulders, and watched the beautiful woman riding up and down
on his erection, her breasts bouncing with her every movement. He found the
sight quite erotic, and felt himself stiffen even more. Sandra immediately felt
the swelling of his cock, and she leaned forward, moaning. She began thrusting
her hips hard against his cock, slamming her pelvis against the stiff shaft
penetrating her dripping cunt. Sam held her down by the waist, and kissed her
hard.

A deep moan escaped her throat as Sandra reached her peak. With a cry, she
clutched her cunt muscles and slammed forward, her whole body shaking
uncontrollably as the orgasm swept her. Sam could feel the contractions of her
vagina as her muscles repeatedly gripped and released his cock, pumping him
with all their fury. Sandra paused to take a deep breath, and began assaulting
him again, finally screaming with lust as she toppled over with am eye-popping
orgasm that left her gasping for air. Her cunt gripped his shaft in a tight
grip as she held on to him.

Sam could not hold out any longer. He relaxed his leg muscles, and immediately
his cock stiffened and twitched. He felt it extend deep inside her passage and
jerked sharply as a searing, hot flood of semen shot forth, drenching her womb
and making her shudder with another orgasm. Sandra started sobbing with
pleasure as the repeated eruptions of his cock filled her until the juices
began dribbling out of her. They lay in each other's arms for several minutes,
enjoying the intimate union of their bodies.

After sometime, Sandra slowly started to roll over, and screamed as soon as the
movement of his cock sliding out of her passage caused another mild orgasmic
contraction in her cunt. She slowly raised herself off his organ, and slid down
next to him. She looked at him and smiled.

"That was the best fucking orgasm I have had, ever. You have the best fucking
cock, Sam."

"Do you always talk like that when you fuck?"

"Yeah. It's fucking exciting to talk like that. I love to fuck Sam, and yours
is the best cock I have fucked in my life. Honest."

"Thanks, Sandra. You are also a hot little cunt yourself. Now we have to take
another shower, and then we better get out of bed. The maid service will be
here soon."

"I guess you are right. But if the maid saw your cock, she'll probably beg you
to fuck her also."

"You are crazy. Now stop talking like a slut and let's get ready." Sam slapped
her on the butt.

It was almost 9 a.m. when they finally reached the conference hall. The rest of
the morning went past in a blur, as Sandra walked about in a trance, savoring
the memory of the wanton lovemaking session she and Sam had enjoyed. After
lunch, they went back to his room to retrieve her luggage. As she checked all
her stuff, Sam fondled her breasts and butt, probing her panty covered cunt
with his finger. Sandra squirmed and looked up at him.

"Do we have enough time for a blow job, Sam? I want to suck you and drink your
cum before I go. You didn't let me do that in the shower. I promise you, you
will love it."

"Sure, we can make it. Help yourself."

Sandra immediately pushed him down on the bed, and unzipped his pants. Sam was
already hard. Sandra pulled out his hot, throbbing cock, and began to suck him.
Sam closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her warm lips and tongue sucking
his cock and balls. Sandra licked his shaft, and his balls, and probed the base
of his glans with the tip of her tongue. Sam turned her around and pulled her
panty down. He inserted two fingers in her pussy and started finger fucking
her, watching the contractions of her cunt muscles, and the slow drip of her
love juices coating his hand. He curved his fingers and began rubbing them
along the front wall of her vagina. Soon he found what he was looking for. As
soon as he touched the bumpy spot, Sandra jumped and fell away from his cock,
thrusting her hips against his fingers, and screamed.

"Oh my god... oh my god... what are you doing to me, Sam? Please stop, I can't
take this torture..... aiyeeeeee... " she gasped and heaved as her body
shuddered with a powerful orgasm.

She lay next to him, breathing heavily, tears running down her cheeks and her
thigh muscles fluttered in unceasing contractions. She lay there for several
minutes, and then turned to look at him.

"I don't know what you did, Sam, but that was the best fucking orgasm... even
better than the one earlier. It hit me so fast. What the hell did you do? Never
mind, but don't distract me now. I want to drink your fucking juice. Let me
suck your cock without another fucking orgasm. I can't take it anymore."

"Sorry. Suck me, baby. I won't touch you."

Sandra took his cock back in her mouth and began sucking him earnestly. The
sight of her drenched cunt, her wet pubic hair and the smell of her sex was
driving Sam wild. He concentrated his attention on his balls, and watched her
pretty face bobbing up and down on his cock. Soon he felt the stirring in the
balls.

"I am ready when you are, Sandra," he said.

"Let it come, Sam. I want to suck every goddamned drop of semen out of your
balls before I am through with you."

"No problem. Drink to your heart's content."

Sandra gripped the base of his cock, and began pumping his rapidly. The cock
twitched and stiffened. Sandra was ready. She clamped her lips around the tip,
as Sam heaved up against her mouth and grunted. A sticky white jet of semen
shot out of the opening and sprayed her face and mouth. Sandra gulped and
started sucking as more liquid shot out of the cock. She licked his shaft and
balls, and drank all the juice he could shoot in her mouth.

Finally, he pushed her away, and said, "Enough already. You better get dressed,
or you will miss your flight."

"Then I'll just come right back here, and fuck your brains out all night."

"Get your mind off sex, woman. Come on, let's go."

"Okay, okay. I was just kidding."

Sam dropped her off at the airport. He promised to visit her university in a
couple of months after he had arranged for a research grant for her. She kissed
him deeply, and said goodbye. Sam watched her disappear down the gangway, and
returned to the hotel. He felt sore in the groin, as it had been a long time
since he had ejaculated so much in such a short time. Shaking his head, he
turned toward the restaurant. All the love sessions and orgasms had depleted
his strength. He needed some nourishment. He marveled at the insatiable lust of
this young professor, and wondered what her husband was like. He wondered if
the couple engaged in such extramarital escapades with full knowledge of each
other.

As it turned out, he soon had the opportunity to find out. Even his seasoned
mind had not expected what greeted him when he visited the university two
months later. But that's another story.

(c)Lingaman. This is a work of fiction. Any comments may please be sent to:
lingaman@hotmail.com. Thank you.