Sexual Maturity Ch. 03

Author's Note: Hello readers! This is likely my last installment in this series. As with all of my stories, I generally plan out an arc for the plot and journey of the character. For this series, this chapter wraps up the arc and I'm pretty satisfied with the story overall. Thank you for taking this journey with me and enjoy the final chapter!

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'It sucks, but I'm going to be busy the next few days. Actually...are you going to be free on Saturday?' I read George's text while still in my office on campus.

I was a bit crestfallen when I first read his text, but then I quickly tried to remember if I had anything going on this weekend. Come to think of it, I don't believe I had anything planned. The thought of having a Saturday night date with him made me a little giddy with excitement. Did he have something planned? Some sort of activity we could do together? My mind started to get carried away and I was soon imagining myself on a romantic picnic while wearing a very cute sundress.

I texted back, 'I think I can move some things around so I can be free. Do you have something in mind?'

'You probably know already, but Wheaton College does a fundraiser challenge for all incoming new students where you can raise money for a local charity, right?'

'Yes, it's a delightful program.'

'Well, they also throw a formal party for the students who raised the most amount of money, and I was one of the top fundraisers, so I'm invited and I get to bring a guest.'

'Omg, that's so wonderful! Your Mom must be so proud of you and is probably so excited to see you get an award.'

'That's just the thing, she is traveling for work that weekend and can't make it. I wanted you to come as my date.'

A huge smile appeared across my face and I excitedly tapped out a reply, 'I would be happy too!'

'Thanks babe! I'll send ya the details. Even though it's a formal party, I'm sure you can find a dress that will keep my eyes glued to you all night.'

I was surprised at just how much I loved it when he called me 'babe and I soon replied, 'Don't worry, I'll make sure you never go soft the whole night.'

I put my phone down on my office desk and I giggled at my own naughtiness. Different styles of dresses were already flashing through my mind and I tried to figure out which one might work. I really needed to go shopping. Since it wasn't for a few days yet, I tried to refocus my mind on reading my student's papers, but I couldn't concentrate on any of them. When I looked at the time, I figured it was late enough that I could probably head home. I needed a nice, long shower anyway after the steamy sex we just had in my office.

By the time I stepped out, the campus was mostly deserted. I quickly got into my car and drove home. After a lingering hot shower, I dried myself off and immediately went to my computer to look up dresses online. I scoured through dozens of pages on multiple sites trying to find the right style. However, nothing was catching my eye and I was getting frustrated. I guess I needed to shop in person.

Once I decided to put the dress issue off until I could physically go to a store, I found it a bit easier to focus on the rest of the week. My classes seemed to go by smoothly, and before long I realized it was Friday. I had to go to the mall today! I needed to find something tonight since the ceremony was tomorrow.

I went to my favorite department store at the mall, but after looking at the dresses there, I was surprised by how boring they all looked. After the youthful energy that George gave me, all of these dresses just made me feel old. Was this what he meant when he called my style of dress 'frumpy'? If so, I think I finally started to see why. I left the store and decided to walk around the mall and maybe check out some of the more boutique stores that catered to younger people.

Every one of these types of stores made my eyes bulge when I saw the current trending fashion. I couldn't believe how revealing the dresses were! Was this what young girls wore to parties and clubs? They were undeniably sexy, but there was no way I could wear something like that at such a formal event. Why couldn't I find a store that sold alluring, but still modest dresses? I had no idea it would be this hard.

I decided to check out one final store, and while I was initially skeptical, I was surprised to find more reasonable styles of dresses among the sexier ones. The fact that they had dresses that went to at least the mid-thigh was an encouraging sign. After browsing through some racks, I was elated when I found a few different dresses that might be perfect for the party. Once I picked out a few dresses, I realized I'd probably need new shoes and underwear too. I quickly found an extremely cute pair of 4" stilettos that would probably go perfect with any of the dresses before heading to the intimates section.

I easily picked out a few different lace bras, but I lingered looking at the different panties. I passed over what I normally wore and started to look at the thongs, but I kept looking at skimpier, and skimpier ones. Soon enough I was looking at g-string thongs and when I picked one up and my heart raced when I saw how little material there was. Not only that, but the bands were just thin strings! Could I really wear something like this? The more I looked at it, the hotter I felt. There was no harm in trying it on, right?

Gathering everything together, I headed to the dressing room. After I stripped off my clothes, I couldn't help but admire my naked body in the mirror. I never looked at my body and thought that I was particularly sexy, but George allowed me to see my body in a new light.

The years of playing tennis kept my legs toned and shapely. My butt was firm, round, and looked the same from even back in high school. My stomach was flat and didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on it. Unlike a lot of older women, my DD-cup boobs barely sagged and sat high on my chest. I guess it wasn't surprising at all that a young man like him lusted after me. Hopefully, this new dress would make him crazy with desire.

I grabbed the lace thong, stepped into it, and slowly pulled it up my smooth legs. Once I pulled it up to my waist, I was amazed at how naked I still felt. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened in shock. The thin, front material barely covered my bald pussy!

I slowly turned around and I was even more stunned. The back of the thong was little more than a narrow string that was buried deep between my ass cheeks and only the tiniest triangle of material was visible above my butt. My hands reached down and softly caressed the smooth skin of my bare ass and my body shuddered slightly. I couldn't get over how naughty it felt to wear something like this!

I reached over to grab the lace bra, and once I hooked it behind me, I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror. It was like I barely recognized the woman standing in front of me. I never wore anything like this before, and now I seriously regretted it. I hadn't felt this alive and electrified in what seemed like forever.

My excitement over the dresses was short-lived though. Once I started to try on the dresses I picked out, every one was a definite no. All of them were formal enough for the party, and some of them were cute, but I knew none of them would spark passion in George's eyes. I only had one last dress to try on and it was by far the most daring, so I hoped it would be the winner. I was so over shopping already and didn't want to visit yet another store.

Mentally crossing my fingers, I stepped into the last dress, pulled it up to my waist, and tied a pair of strings behind my neck to hold the top part of the dress up. I checked myself out in front of the mirror and a wide smile stretched across my face. Oh my god, yes, this was perfect. The dress was sleek, tight, and completely backless. My chest was mostly covered by the dress material, but it did have a narrow deep-V that went almost past my breasts. Because of the style, my breasts were completely hidden, but the dress was very form-fitting and my big DD-cup breasts were clearly outlined by the material.

The bottom part of the dress tightly clung to my hips before the dress material loosely flowed down as a skirt to my ankles. However, one side of the skirt had a slit that ran from my upper thigh, down to the bottom of the dress. I knew that if I walked or just stood a certain way, the vast majority of my leg would be bare and visible. I struck a pose with my leg slightly sticking out, and I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest and I felt a rush of blood flow through my body. Holy shit, I looked fucking hot.

I loved the dress, but I was torn about it being completely backless since it meant I wouldn't be able to wear the sexy lace bra I had on. I unsnapped it behind me and carefully removed it while keeping the dress on. I angled myself to look at my back and loved how smooth and radiant my skin looked. Could I really wear this without any sort of bra on? Just thinking about being at the event with only a thin layer of material between my breasts and George's body made me feel hot and flustered. Oh, to hell with it, why not? After all, I wore that top without a bra already.

Satisfied that I found the perfect outfit, I switched back into my normal clothes and went out to the young female cashier to buy them when she commented, "Looks like someone is trying to surprise their husband."

I blushed, and said, "Actually, it's...for a...umm...hot date."

"Oh really? Well, I'm sure his jaw is going to hit the floor when he sees you in this," she replied.

I giggle slightly and felt my face turn even more red when she finished, handed me the bag, and said insinuatingly, "Have fun!"

I said goodbye and I walked out of the store feeling the most confident I had ever felt. After leaving the store and driving home, I cut off the tags and hung the dress in my closet. I was so excited for tomorrow that I had a hard time falling asleep that night. When I woke up the next morning, the day seemed to drag on until it was finally time for me to get ready for the party.

After I showered and put on my makeup, I decided to do something a little different with my hair. Since the dress was backless, I didn't want my long hair covering the naked, smooth skin of my back, so I took the time to adjust my hair into one single large braid. I secured the bottom of my hair together with a hair tie and then went to my closet to pull out my new dress, thong, and shoes.

I hurriedly put on my g-string thong and pulled the dress up my mostly naked body. I felt just as sexy and confident as I did yesterday. I pulled my braided hair to drape over my collarbone and lay on my chest, keeping my back completely clear. I put on my 4" stilettos, grabbed my purse clutch, and headed to my car. I thought that maybe I would pick up George and drive us both there, but he told me to meet him at the school. Once I started driving, my heart pounded in anticipation of seeing him again.

Once I parked on the campus, I briskly walked to the event hall. While I walked, I had a hard time telling what was louder; the clicks of my stilettos, or the pounding of my heart. Once I arrived inside the hall, I was blown away by how nice it looked. I had been here before, but I never saw it set up for a special event. Fancy tables and chairs filled the room along with fancy-looking people in snappy clothes. I recognized a lot of different professors in attendance, but I wasn't necessarily close to any of them. Besides, my attention was squarely fixated on finding George, who I hadn't spotted yet.

I started to walk around the hall and was getting increasingly frustrated that I couldn't find him. There were a lot of young girls here too in very cute dresses and I wondered if they had surrounded him like they often try to do in my class. Would he ignore me and give them all of his attention? Gosh, why was I so nervous? What if...

"Hey Le--I mean, Ms. Jones," I heard a voice behind me.

I turned around and I saw George standing right behind me. When I finally looked at him, I was stunned by how good he looked. His sculpted body was completely covered by the handsome suit he was wearing, but he somehow looked even hotter. He looked so damn clean, sexy, smart, and sophisticated. I don't know why I always found guys in suits attractive, but he seemed to take it to another level. I hoped he found my dress as sexy as I found his suit.

"H-hey," I said and took a few steps to stand right in front of him before I continued, "I uhh, oh my. Your tie. Hold on, I need to fix it otherwise it'll drive me crazy."

I laid my clutch on a nearby table and reached my hands up to fiddle with his tie. He did a great job tying it, but it was still a little off. When I started to adjust it, I realized just how close I was to him. Even with my heels on, he still seemed to tower over me and I felt so small in comparison. I inhaled his musky scent and I slowly looked up at his bright eyes as he looked down at me. My hands still fumbled with his tie, but I felt like I was completely losing myself in his gaze.

"Your dress is so damn sexy, I love it," he whispered to me, and before I could even think of something to respond with, he continued, "You're already getting me so fucking hard. I can't help it."

I glanced down and my eyes widened when I saw his impressive cock bulge out from his dress pants. I don't think anyone else could see or notice since I was standing right in front of him, but the moment I moved, it would be super obvious. I looked back up at him with a face of shock and concern. In some ways, I felt super flattered that I got him so hard already, but there was a time and place! I guess I was true to my word when I told him he wouldn't go soft the whole night.

"I know, I know. Like I said, I can't help it," he whispered to me as if reading my mind.

I was about to say something back when I heard someone in the distance behind me say, "Oh Professor Jones, what a delight to see you here!"

I glanced behind me and saw that it was Dean Perkins. Oh dear, he was walking right over to me and George. Goddammit! Why did this have to happen now? I had to do something. I definitely couldn't let the Dean see George with an erection like this. I couldn't believe this was happening. This seemed like something that you would watch on a TV show sitcom or something.

"Just stand perfectly behind me and do not move," I quickly whispered to George before I turned around to greet the dean.

"Dean Perkins! How nice to see you again! I don't think we've seen each other since last year's holiday party. I hope you have been doing well," I said cheerfully while making sure I stood in front of George.

"Of course, I'm a picture of health! Might I say that you look absolutely lovely in that dress of yours," he tried to say with some charm, but it ended up sounding a little creepy.

"Oh, t-thank you," I said with a fake smile.

The dean was saying something else, but I had an incredibly hard time concentrating on what he was saying. I was standing so close to George that I started to feel his hard dick press up against my firm ass. I was surprised by how turned on it made me feel. I desperately wanted to rub my ass against it, but I dared not move. I tried to refocus on the dean again, but once I did, I felt his cock throb against me. My backless dress must be turning him on more than I thought it would.

"--and it seems like you met one of our wonderful guests of honor tonight?" I finally registered what the dean said after I finally tore my thoughts away from the dick twitching against my ass.

"Yes! He's very impressive," I replied and felt myself blush slightly at my double entendre.

"George my boy, it's great to meet you again," Dean Perkins said and reached out his hand for a handshake.

A bolt of panic streaked across my mind, but instead of instinctually moving, George kept his body where it was and only stuck out his arm to my side and shook the dean's hand. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I knew we had to get out of this conversation. This was already awkward and it could only get worse.

"Oh my, is that Professor Glenwood over there? He never comes to these kinds of events, I wonder what he's doing here," I said honestly, but also hoped that it would redirect the dean's attention.

"I do believe that is. Professor! Professor Glenwood!" the dean shouted and started to walk over to him, finally leaving us alone.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but his cock seemed as rigid as ever against my ass and I heard him whisper, "I'm still so fucking hard"

His words sent a shiver down my spine and spiked my arousal even further. I needed to get us out of here. I wanted to pleasure his cock that has been teasing my ass for the last few minutes. I felt so naughty, but I couldn't deny how horny I was.

"Follow me, stay close, and stick to this side so no one can see," I softly said behind my shoulder after I reached over to grab my clutch purse.

I turned slowly and started to walk towards one of the hall's exits. Fortunately, he followed my directions perfectly, and his raging erection was obscured so long as no one walked directly towards us. We seemed to be lucky and made it to the exit quickly, without anyone being the wiser. Once outside, we were in an empty hallway and I tried to think where I could take him. I spotted a single-use faculty bathroom, and I hurriedly walked over towards it, with George right behind me.

Once I got to the door, I entered the key code to unlock it. Before walking in, I quickly looked around to see if anyone would notice us, but no one was around. I opened the door and quickly walked in with him. He closed the door and just like that, we were alone again.

"You naughty boy," I said while I tossed my purse to the floor, grabbed each side of his suit jacket, and leaned up to kiss him passionately on the lips.

Fireworks went off in my brain the moment our lips touched. I felt one of his large hands reach down and squeeze my firm ass through my dress while his other hand caressed the hot naked skin of my back. His hands were making my head spin in pleasure and I felt myself groan while I kissed him. I felt his hard cock push against my stomach and I felt an irresistible urge to touch it. I broke our kiss and stared into his eyes with lust.

My hands reached down to squeeze his big dick as it tented against his dress pants and said seductively, "Did I make your cock hard? I guess I should be the one to help him calm down then, huh?"

His eyes burned with passion and I quickly squatted down in front of him. My hands immediately went to work to unbuckle his belt. In just a few seconds, I had it undone, and I quickly pulled down his pants to reveal his beautiful cock. A strong whiff of his aroma hit me as his goliath dick towered in front of me. Without any hesitation, I grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it at my mouth that soon devoured his bulbous cock-head. I closed my lips around it and swirled my tongue around his head. Gosh, he tasted so damn good.

Just like the last time I pleasured him like this, I wanted to fit as much of his cock in my mouth as possible, and I pushed my head forward. His thick shaft filled my mouth and pushed my tongue down as I swallowed more and more of him. My jaw hurt from opening so wide, but the incredible sensation of his big cock filling my mouth made me ignore the pain. Before long, I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, and I pulled my head back slightly. Fuck, his dick was huge.

With his cock-head still in my mouth, I raised my eyes to stare into his. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly moved my head back and forth and felt his cock slide between my lips. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this and just how much I was enjoying it. I wanted him to know that I was his and I would do anything to pleasure his delicious cock.