He wasn't what I expected. During our telephone conversations and instant messages, I'd pictured him being taller, darker, more handsome. I slipped onto the barstool next to him, my vodka and soda already sweating on a black napkin in front of me. I caught his eyes in the mirror behind the bar.
"How nice, you ordered for me," I said, my words catching a bit as my mouth went dry with nerves. After all, this was my first physical encounter with a man who had already pleased me so much from a distance. I sipped my drink, feeling the cold vodka burn down my throat.
"Of course. I'm a gentleman, and I remember things." His voice, so deep and sensual, had its typical effect. I could feel my pussy pulsate -- a mini orgasm -- and begin to drip.
I could feel the heat of his body through the air-conditioned space, his left arm pressing into my right as the beautiful people sashayed past. From the corner of my eye, I caught his profile. Usually, I would never be interested in a man this...well...ordinary. He didn't quite look like the pictures he'd posted online, a little softer, older perhaps. His lips were fuller, not smiling as they had been in the photos of him in a Turkish market, a Parisian café, a rock-strewn Nepalese trail. It was his sense of adventure, his intellect, his raw sexual energy that attracted me to him in the first place; it came through loud and clear in his ad.
And here we were nearly a month after meeting online, sitting in a crowded bar, not looking at each other, but absorbing each other's presence. My skin felt electrified. I knew how the evening might end.
"I've ordered us some mussels and bread," he said, turning his face slightly toward me. "And a bottle of Zinfandel."
"You've thought of everything," I replied, my reflection smiling at his.
A blonde woman jostled his chair, and he steadied himself by placing his hand on my thigh. It remained there, and I covered it with mine. He gently caressed my leg through my turquoise silk skirt. I had chosen my outfit carefully that evening: square-cut, emerald silk halter over the skirt that grazed my knee, and my gold stiletto sandals. A dab of Angel between my breasts. Blue topaz dangling from my ears. Nothing else.
I felt like pure woman, dressed like this. Sensual, beautiful and naughty.
"You are even more beautiful than your pictures."
"Thank you."
He turned to look at me and I exhaled. His eyes sparkled in soft jade, glints of gold around the pupils. My bare nipples went erect under my blouse as I gazed at his full lips and perfect teeth. Maybe not movie-star handsome, but this man I knew only as The Professor had sex appeal.
Before I could speak, the mussels and bread arrived. The bartender poured a finger of ruby wine for him, and he tasted and nodded. When my glass was filled, I took a long sip, enjoying the spicy fruit as it lavished my tongue.
"I'd love to taste this on your lips," he said, his firm fingers slipping under the hem of my skirt. "May I kiss you?"
I just smiled and he leaned in, his lips softly pressing mine for what felt like minutes. Again, my pussy throbbed. I wondered if he was really as skilled as he seemed during our hours on the telephone, him describing what he would do to me as I stroked myself to climax. Every inch of my body tingled with anticipation.
It took us 15 minutes to eat the mussels and drink our wine. Every moment, I sat looking into his beautiful eyes -- eyes that bespoke power, passion and a bit of admiration. As he watched me swallow the last bit of food with a sip of water, he said, "Will you come with me, please?"
He put a fifty on the bar. I retrieved my bag and took his hand.
Outside the crowded restaurant, the June air was warm and sweetly scented from the newly blooming roses that surrounded the building. It was late, around eleven o'clock, and the restaurant was the only business that was busy. The shops surrounding it were dark, their windows dimly reflecting us as he led me down the sidewalk. We reached a set of concrete stairs, rising up to more shops.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
I wasn't sure if trust was an accurate description for what I felt, but I wasn't going to let a lack of it stop me. After 35 years of 'normalcy' I was ready for adventure. My heart beating fast in my throat, I smiled seductively at him. We ran up the stairs. The gentleness about him disappeared. He pulled me abruptly around a corner and pushed me up against a painted-over shop window.
"I've been wanting to do this since the first time I heard your voice," he growled in my ear. Then his tongue was in my mouth, tangling with mine in a manner that made me melt. He grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. I breathed heavy, my eyes closed.
"Open your eyes. I want you to experience what I'm doing to you. This is real. This is here and now."
I watched as he cupped my right breast and slid his thumb across my hard nipple. It ached, and I moaned.
"Hush, now."
He released my breast from my blouse and bent to lick and nip at the delicate tip. I squirmed, but he held my wrists firmly.
"Enjoy it. This is what you want."
He bit and licked at my breast for a moment more, then came up to kiss my face, my eyes, my neck. Finally, he kissed my mouth again.
"Spread your legs," he whispered in my ear. I complied. I felt the heat of his hand on my leg, then the heel of his hand pressed on my pubic bone. "Do you want me to touch you?"
I nodded.
"Then ask me."
"Please, Professor, will you touch my pussy?"
"Certainly," he said, and his fingers slipped between my swollen lips, sliding in the dripping wetness there. He teased my clit, flicking it and squeezing it with a pleasurable rhythm. "What else do you want?"
I was practiced in how he liked to be asked. "Please, Professor, put your fingers inside me."
He kissed me hard and slid three fingers inside my wet cunt. He immediately, expertly, began stroking the inside of me. I moaned against his mouth, pushing my hips against his hand. My orgasms were usually long-developing, but I could feel this one racing up hard and fast. So could he.
"Slow down, my beauty. There is much more to come," he said, sliding his fingers out of me.
He looked to my right. The familiar symbol for the women's restroom emblazoned the door in azure paint. He gave me a rakish look, grabbed my hand and pushed me inside. He led me to the sink. "Hop up."
I boosted myself to the smooth countertop.
"Lift your skirt."
I slid the silk up my thighs to my waist.
"Open your legs. I want to look at you."
I saucily opened one leg, then the other, pulling my knees back so my feet rested on the twin sinks. "You like what you see?" I asked, my hand drifting down to open up my freshly waxed pussy.
He smiled up at me. "You have a porn-star pussy, my beauty."
I laughed and watched as his tongue dipped into my wetness. "Mmmm," he said. "Yummy."
My laugh turned to a moan of pleasure as his tongue began exploring my entire bottom. No part of me went without tasting. When he reached my anus, I slid my hips down toward him more so his tongue could fully circle and investigate my tight rosebud. My pussy was a faucet of sweet liquid. Again, my orgasm began to build. He licked me from ass to clit in one slow movement and my whole body erupted with pleasure. Taking this as a cue, he slid his fingers back inside me, expertly stroking me, feeling me begin to pulse and throb. His lips and tongue worked my swollen clit, licking and sucking hard. I arched my back and pushed against his hand, my knees closing around his head. A kaleidoscope of color swirled before me as I came hard, exploding into his mouth.
I was still riding the waves when I heard the whoosh of the door. A large man in a blue uniform stepped in. The Professor and I gasped in unison. I quickly pulled down my skirt and the Professor backed away from me.
"Come on, you two ... the women's bathroom? Surely you can be more creative than that?"
Eyes wide, I said, "Why, you have any ideas?"
The security guard chuckled. "Come with me."
The Professor helped me off the counter, and I followed the two men out of the ladies'. The security guard led us around a few shops to a utilitarian door.
"The security office is the second door on the right. I'm the only guy on for the next fifteen minutes. If you get caught, you go to jail and I get fired. Have fun."
I looked at the Professor, then at the guard. "Are you kidding?"
I giggled, delighted in this rare opportunity to be very naughty -- even naughtier than I'd fantasized.
The guard opened the door and motioned us through. "Fifteen minutes."
We ran down the hall holding hands, laughing like kids, and opened the door to the security office. We stepped inside. Small TV screens, at least two dozen of them, hung on a wall in front of a high-tech-looking desk. "Look," I said, pointing to a view of a double sink. "He was watching us."
"Do you care?"
I thought for a moment. "Nope. Now where were we?"
"I think we should take a new angle on things," the Professor said, sitting down in a swivel chair. "Undo my belt and unzip me. I want to feel the inside of your mouth in a whole new way."
My mouth watered in anticipation. My fingers quickly opened his belt and fly. His penis was soft against a nest of brown hair. I looked up at him.
"I want to grow in your mouth."
I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, then the belly, then the head of his cock. As if awakened, it lifted slightly toward me. A thick drop of precum appeared. I licked it off as I settled on my knees.
"Who's yummy now?" I said, licking the tip again, and again.
I pulled his soft cock into my wet mouth and rubbed it with my tongue. It grew harder, and thicker, and longer, and soon I couldn't contain the whole of it.
"Stand up," I told him. It was my turn to give the orders.
He stood and leaned his ass against the desk. Kneeling before him, looking up into his eyes, I slid him into my mouth, tilting my head back slightly to open my throat.
"Jesus," he said, smoothing my hair out of my face with sublime tenderness.
I started slow, then picked up the pace, licking and sucking his hard cock, massaging his balls, and working my way from base to tip. His head rolled back.
"You weren't kidding when you said you were an expert," he said, more groan than speech.
I lavished his cock, licking and sucking, using my hands to stroke the shaft as I rolled my tongue around the tip. I could feel his orgasm building, and I pressed my knuckle gently into the flesh under his balls. His cock jumped in my mouth and his eyes flew open.
"Oh, god, you're good, my beauty," he whispered, then returned to his close-eyed reverie.
My pace picked up, and I focused my mouth on the top half of his penis while my hands slid up and down the bottom shaft. He put his hands in my hair and began to thrust into my mouth, pulling my head to him. I opened as wide as I could, taking all of him in. Maybe it was the environment, being caught, the time frame, the threat of jail, or this man, this throbbing cock in my mouth, but with amazement I realized that I was going to come. I slowed to tell him this but he said, "Don't stop. Swallow me."
With three more thrusts, he burst into my mouth, and I felt my body cresting into waves of pleasure. His salty-sweet taste flooded my senses and intensified my bliss. After what seemed like hours, he softly pushed my head back. I sat back on my heels and opened my mouth to show it was empty. It was his turn to laugh.
"Good girl."
A sharp knock on the door brought us both to our feet.
"Time's up!" the guard called through the door.
The Professor helped me to my feet and kissed me. He zipped his trousers and I smoothed my skirt. We emerged, flushed and grinning.
"Ya'll have fun?" the guard asked.
I glanced down at his crotch to see, to no surprise, a hard on bulging there.
"You have fun listening?" I asked, putting my hand briefly on his fly and looking seductively into his eyes as I passed by him.
I grabbed the Professor's hand and -- stilettos and all -- skipped down the hall. At the door, he kissed me deeply and said, "Happy birthday, my beauty. You certainly are pure woman."
As I walked away towards my car, I turned coyly over my shoulder and blew him a kiss. I felt him watch me. I knew I'd never see him again. I swung my bag with a new rhythm as I walked, swaying my hips, feeling the silk of my skirt brush my skin, the wetness still clinging to my inner thighs. I approached the corner and glanced back at him. He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply, smiled. I flittered my fingers at him, a girly goodbye, feeling more like a woman than ever before.
Originally published August 2005 - "Sexy, Sultry Summer"