Sexual Maturity Ch. 02

Why did it feel so damn good? I felt my pussy start to become wet and I had a yearning to touch it as well. One of my hands lowered until it reached under my short skirt and I ran a finger along the length of my slit. My body spasmed slightly from the pleasure and I was shocked at how wet I felt. I didn't want to stop. I took a step back and sat on my bed before I completely laid back. I continued to slowly rub my slit through the lacey thong and started to roughly squeeze one of my large breasts with my other hand. The more I touched myself, the hotter my body felt, and the more I wanted to keep doing it.

I started to imagine that George's muscular body was towering in front of me. That powerful chest, those delicious abs, those hands that knew just what to do, oh fuck! My body shuddered in pleasure. I quickly pulled my skirt up to my hips, pushed my hand underneath the thong, and inserted a finger into my now dripping wet pussy. It wasn't long before a second finger found its way in while I slowly moved them in and out. I saw my breasts heave against the tight top, and with my other hand, I pulled one side and felt the buttons slowly snap open and the top practically popped off my chest.

My hand now squeezed my naked breast and I moaned loudly. I fantasized it was George's strong hands that were mauling at them and I moaned even louder. A strong orgasm was building up inside me and I wanted to unleash it. I wanted to feel the mind-numbing pleasure roll over my body. My fingers were furiously working themselves in and out of my pussy as my other hand started to twist and pull my exposed nipple. If George was actually standing in front of me, I could easily imagine what he would think. Slut. MILF. The words sent a shiver down my spine and heightened my ecstasy.

I badly needed to cum. The pleasure was building up inside me so intensely that I knew I needed to release it. I removed my fingers from my pussy and started to aggressively rub my clit. I squeaked in pleasure as my eyes squinched shut. Bolts of pleasure were streaking across my body and I felt my body start to tense up. That's it, oh fuck, almost, oh my fucking god!

My orgasm finally crested and my body started to spasm while I writhed in pleasure on my bed. I felt my mind go blank and I felt like I lost control over my body. I don't think I've orgasmed since the last time George fucked me and it felt like I had weeks of suppressed pleasure that finally got released. My body eventually calmed down and I took regular, deep breaths as I felt my body begin to cool down. God, that felt amazing. It wasn't as intense as it was with George, but I was surprisingly satisfied.

Soon, the logical part of my brain started to take back control and I started to realize what just happened. Oh my god, what was wrong with me? Just thinking about him and wearing something sexy was enough to spiral me out of control to the point where I broke down and masturbated on my bed. Part of me felt so shameful but there was a corner of my mind that was blissfully happy.

I slowly got up and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe the kind of woman who was looking back at me. She was sexy, confident, and seductive. It was a far cry from the woman I normally saw in the mirror; reserved, quiet, and conservative. Was George actually changing who I was? Or was he bringing out a side of me that was always there, just forgotten and dormant? I couldn't deny how good it felt to explore it. I felt more alive than I had felt in years.

After I took off the clothes and switched back into my loungewear, I found myself fondly staring at the outfit. Before, I found the idea of wearing it ludicrous, but now part of me wanted to wear it and see what his actual reaction would be. I mean, it was slightly inappropriate but still nice enough that I could wear it on campus. The thought of actually going through with it sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. It felt too thrilling to pass up. Oh to hell with it. If this could lead to another hot encounter with George, why not?

Once I made up my mind, the next couple of days seemed to drag on while I waited to have my lecture with George again. On the day of the lecture, I woke up extra early in the morning so I could fully prepare for another potential meeting with him. In the shower, I made sure to carefully shave my legs. I wanted to make them perfectly smooth and with no nicks since the skirt was so short. I shaved my pussy bald too and I slightly shivered at the thought of his fingers sliding against the smooth skin there. After showering, I styled my hair and even put on makeup which was a rarity for me.

When it came time to put the outfit on again, I felt my skin tingle as the rush of arousal spread through my body. I felt sexy enough as it was, but once I stepped into the 3-inch heels, I felt even sexier. Was this how models felt when walking down those runways? If so, I could see how addicting it was. With renewed confidence, I left my house and drove to the school.

The reaction I received once I arrived on campus was not something I was prepared for. Before, the students walking around would barely even notice I existed, but now I felt so many eyes staring at me. Every guy that walked by me seemed to either stare at me or do a double-take once they glanced in my direction. Even the girls seemed to be impressed by what I was wearing. It reminded me of my own college days when I was a bit more daring with my style.

By the time I arrived at my lecture hall, my heart was already beating fast and my body felt hot from the stares I got. Even the guys attending my lecture seemed to be dumbfounded when they entered and awkwardly stared at me while trying to find their seats. A smile appeared on my face as I silently laughed to myself. While my confidence was rising, the real challenge hadn't appeared yet. If George wasn't impressed with how I looked, then this was all for naught.

Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long to see his reaction. Just a few moments later, I saw him walk in with a cadre of girls around him. He was talking and smiling at them, but then I saw he finally noticed me. I tried to act cool and collected like I didn't even care that he walked in, but I couldn't resist shooting a few glances his way. What I saw when I glanced at him though made my cheeks burn. His eyes intensely stared at me and I saw an unmistakable desire all over his face too.

He walked over to take his seat and I noticed he never took his eyes off of me. The girls were still around and trying to talk to him, but he was seemingly ignoring them while he gave his undivided attention to me. His reaction was exactly what I hoped for! My confidence was high before, but now it was reaching for the stars. I don't know what was special about him, but getting his attention made me absolutely swoon.

Once I saw that most of the class had arrived, I finally started my lecture with more energy than I ever felt before. Usually, I stood behind the podium with my notes, but today, I stepped away from it so I could show off my nicely sculpted legs in the short skirt. Anytime I looked over at George, his eyes never wavered from staring at me. At times my heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was in my throat, but I made sure to continue with the lecture. I had some apprehension about wearing this outfit at first, but now that I saw his reaction, I knew it was the right choice.

Before I realized it, the hour had flown by and my lecture was over. The students started to gather their things to leave and I shyly walked back over to my podium. Some of the students said bye to me, and I made sure to look over at them and smile, but it wasn't long before my eyes darted over to look at George. I could tell that the girls were still trying to get his attention, but he seemed to ignore them as he got up and started to walk towards me.

Every step he took caused my heart to beat even faster. I knew I was staring at his handsome face, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. I was so focused on him that it felt like time slowed down and he seemed like he was walking in slow motion. Whenever I saw that in the movies, I always rolled my eyes, so I couldn't believe I was actually experiencing it. I couldn't believe how turned on my body felt even though he hadn't even touched me yet!

He finally walked up right next to me and softly said, "You look so fucking sexy, I could fuck you right here."

My eyes widened in shock that he would say something so naughty with students still in the lecture hall and I grabbed his arm and hissed softly, "Quiet, what if someone heard you?"

I looked up and all I saw was a charming smile plastered on his face. Gosh, I forgot how tall he was and the innate commanding presence he had. I gazed up at his blue eyes and I felt myself getting lost in them. Did he know just how much power he had over me?

"Just come to my office," I said and finally forced myself to look away from him.

Releasing my hand on his arm, I tried to compose myself before I grabbed my things, and walked out of the hall with the last of the students. I was in a daze of disbelief that he was so brazen with me. I was even in more disbelief that I invited him to come to my office. I intended for it to be a private place for us to talk, but I knew there was a good chance of something happening if we were alone. We were on school grounds, so things wouldn't get too out of control though, right?

I felt myself briskly walking through campus and in record time, I made it to the new academic building, and up to my office. I didn't look behind me to see if George was following me, but I knew that he was. It was like I could feel his eyeballs staring at my ass and legs. Once I walked inside, I walked over to stand in front of my desk where I put down my papers and let out a shuddering breath. I heard footsteps enter behind me, and when I turned around, I saw him walk in, close the door, and lock it.

For the first time, I allowed my eyes the time to devour his body. He was wearing a very nice button-down shirt, with the first couple of buttons undone which highlighted his protruding chest muscles. The sleeves of his shirt seemed fairly short and showed off his muscular arms. His jeans were fashionable as well, and I was surprised they hid his colossal cock so well. I felt so anxious being around him that I felt my body quiver slightly. I didn't want to seem completely intimidated by him, so I decided to project some confidence.

"Listen, George, you can't be so vulgar around ot--."

"You look beautiful in that outfit by the way," he spoke gently to me as he casually took a few steps towards me.

I couldn't help but blush and was amazed at how he was able to disarm me so easily. I was supposed to be the one in charge here, the adult, but I couldn't help but feel like a young girl again. It was like every bone in my body wanted me to walk over and throw myself into his powerful body. No, I refused to submit so easily.

"T-thanks, but listen, you're now a student of mine and I--," I said, trying to regain my composure.

"I was your lover before I was your student though," he said without missing a beat and was now so close to me that I started to notice his manly scent again.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I was so stunned by his salacious words that I couldn't think of anything to say and soon I heard him continue, "Why are you looking so tense Ms. Jones?"

"I'm not...I mean, I umm, I'm fine," I verbally stumbled out and watched as he walked past me and now stood behind my desk.

"Here, why don't you come over here and sit down so I can help you relax," he said while he held the backrest of my chair.

I hesitated and wondered what he was trying to get at before I heard him say again, "C'mon, you know I won't bite."

Before I knew it, I felt my legs move as I slowly walked behind my desk. Why was I so damn obedient to him? I shyly looked away from him before I carefully sat down in my chair, facing away from him. I felt his hands touch my bare arms and he gently pulled my back towards him so I was leaning against the back of the chair.

His touch sent a shiver down my spine and it almost made me gasp, but I controlled myself. I had no idea what he was going to do next, but then I felt his hands move to my shoulders and started to massage them gently. I was impressed! His hands felt so good and I let out the softest moan while I felt myself relax more.

"There, doesn't that feel better?" I heard him say softly behind me.

"Yes," I said quietly as I felt his hands expertly dig into my skin through my top.

"What do you think of the outfit? Do you like it?" he said again and I felt his hands lower as his thumbs pressed lower on my back.

"Uh-huh," was all I could muster back while I felt my body become even more turned on the more he touched me

"Good, because I knew a sexy MILF like you could pull it off," he practically whispered into my ear while I felt his thumbs lower further and his fingers pressed against the side of my breasts.

"Oh god, yes," I said as my body felt tingly all over and I gripped the armrests of the chair tightly.

"I can't wait to rip it off you and then fuck you senseless," I heard him whisper again before I felt his lips kiss the soft skin of my neck.

I moaned softly at first and then louder when I felt his hands push forward as he cupped my DD breasts and squeezed them through the shirt. Waves of pleasure started to course through my body and it felt like a bell was ringing in my head. My pussy felt incredibly wet and I was helplessly rubbing my legs together softly. His fingers brushed against my hard nipples that were straining against the top and I moaned even louder.

"No bra huh? I knew you were a slut," he said as his hands moved to grab each side of my top near my breasts, and felt him pull it apart.

I felt and heard one snap button pop. Then a second one, and a third. Oh god, he was going to pull it completely open! My hands rested on his, not to stop him, but to encourage him to keep going. I watched as more buttons popped open and I held my breath as the final one became strained. With a final jerk, it snapped open and the top practically popped off, exposing my upper body. With my hands still on his, he went back to my large naked breasts and mauled at them roughly. I moaned deeply and loved how hot his hands felt on the smooth skin of my breasts.

It wasn't long before his fingers focused on my nipples again, and the moment he pinched them, I felt myself jolt in the chair from the pleasure. I moaned loudly and squinched my eyes shut in ecstasy as I felt my head lean further and further back. I slowly opened my eyes and I saw George's handsome face lean closer to mine and I felt our lips lock. We madly kissed one another and there was something weirdly hot about kissing upside down. I was so horny that his lips tasted like honey and the deeper he kissed me, the more fireworks that went off in my head.

After we kissed for what felt like hours while he explored my breasts, he pulled his lips away and lifted his head back up. His hands left my breasts and I felt him grab the chair. He slowly swiveled me around so that I was now facing him and I saw his enormous cock strain against his jeans. Lost in lust, my hands immediately reached out and squeezed his cock through his jeans and gasped at how big and hard it felt. I dreamed of his big cock for so many nights that I was desperate to see and feel it again.

My fingers quickly undid his belt, and soon my hands were pulling his jeans down and I stared amazed while I revealed inch after inch of his impressive dick. I knew my eyes had to look like I was obsessed, but I didn't care. After one final tug, his jeans were pulled off his cock and it sprang up with surprising force. Immediately my hands went to wrap around his thick shaft and I gasped softly when I touched it. It felt thicker and harder than I remembered. I couldn't believe I got to explore a 9-inch cock!

"My cock was rock hard during your entire lect--oh fuck," he started to say, and then sucked in his breath from pleasure as my hot and wet mouth devoured his bulbous cock-head.

"Damn Leah, you're one horny MILF," he groaned.

He was right, I was. I couldn't remember feeling this horny, not even when I masturbated yesterday. I felt like a wild animal was unleashed inside me. I regretted not being able to taste him the last time we were together, and it wasn't going to be a mistake I'd make twice. And gosh, did he taste so good. As big as he felt in my hands, he felt even bigger in my mouth. I had to open my mouth as wide as I could, just to fit him inside. My lips closed around his head and I sucked on him hard. I didn't have a lot of experience giving blowjobs, so I hoped that my zeal made up for any lack of experience.

I heard him groan in pleasure above me and felt his hand grab my head while he pulled some hair out of the way. It seemed like I was doing alright so far. I released his cock-head with an audible pop and I started to slide my tongue from his tip, down the entire length of his shaft. Once I got to his base, I raised my eyes and was impressed that his cock seemed longer than my face! I smiled before I started to plant soft kisses along his hot shaft. I never imagined being so obsessed with a dick before, but I was strangely addicted.

By the time I was done exploring his cock, it was practically coated in my saliva. I started to pump his thick shaft with both of my hands and moved my mouth back to his tip. I gave it a lingering kiss before my tongue swirled around it. I heard another groan above me and I smiled before I opened my mouth wide and slipped it inside. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him start to unbutton his shirt. Soon after, he ripped it off his body and I hoped to explore his ripped muscles more.

I heard guys liked it when girls took as much as their dick in their mouth as possible, so I decided to push my head forward. His vast girth filled my mouth and pressed my tongue to the bottom of my mouth. It was a struggle, but I managed to fit even more of him in my mouth. Soon, I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, and I pulled my mouth back to take some deep breaths. I looked up at him and felt a strong sense of pride when I saw him looking back at me with uncontrollable lust.

Before I could lean forward to try to fit more of him in my mouth, I heard him say, "Fuck your mouth feels incredible, but I want to feel your soft tits around my cock. Here, squeeze them together."

I heard of this before and remembered that it was called a titty fuck. I never experienced it before, but the idea of it intrigued me. I saw him reposition to stand even closer to me, and I straightened my back to push my breasts out. I released my hands around his cock and pressed my boobs together tightly. I watched as he grabbed his cock in his hand and smacked it against my breast with a loud slap. I groaned in pleasure at feeling something so big and hard slap against my boob. He slapped his dick against my other breast and I bit my lip before I glanced up at him with desire.

He maneuvered his cock below my breasts and I felt his enormous cock slide between them. My soft flesh was immediately indented by his hard dick and I felt it rise through my breasts until his cock-head peaked out just above my breasts. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me even closer to him while I felt him slide his dick back down, before pushing it back up again. I felt my boobs completely smother his hard rod and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I never realized having something so big and hard press up against my soft breasts could feel this good and naughty.

He started to push his dick through my breasts faster and faster and I moaned softly from the sensation. I was mesmerized watching his cock head repeatedly poke out from the top of my breasts. I tore my eyes away from his dick to see if he was enjoying it and I was stunned by how euphoric he looked. His eyes were closed and I could hear soft groans coming from his mouth. I saw his hips buck even faster and I felt his cock rapidly slide between my breasts. I was so happy to be providing him so much pleasure. Was it weird to take pride in something like this?