My senior year in college I had completed my major, so I decided to take a blow off astronomy class. Overall it was easy, but there were various pros and cons. Firstly, we had to go to the observatory a lot late at night. The observatory was all the way at the back of the campus, overlooking miles and miles of Midwestern corn and prairie, and it was very secluded, a cool white building that rose to a dome and a telescope on the second story. There was also the issue of the professor. His name was Jack Samuels, and he was a young graduate student, only seven years older than we were. I was the only senior in the class, much of the rest of it was first years, and I could tell I had caught his eye. I knew he had caught mine. I was doing pretty badly in a class that should have been a breeze because I just couldn't stop staring at him while he lectured. His curly, dark hair fell in a wave across his forehead and his eyes would smile at us playfully while he spoke (or maybe it was just me). He was tallish, 6'3" and had strong shoulders and a crooked smile, he wore glasses often, but they just made him that delicious type of smart and sexy that you usually only see in movies.
It was my last semester at school, and the snow was beginning to melt, late April, with warmer weather quickly arriving, when I finally broke up with my long time college boyfriend. I was upset enough about the break up for several days, though I had initiated it. One Wednesday in April I was sitting in Astronomy class listening to the rain on the roof, staring at Professor Samuels and contemplating my problems. As I stared I imagined what it would be like if I had been dating him instead. I sure wouldn't have broken up with HIM, I thought. Just staring at him I could imagine what his hands would feel like sliding down the sides of my body, over clothing, then under it. Without thinking about it, I adjusted in my seat a little, squeezing my legs tightly together. God, just the thought of him touching me made me so wet.
"Katie?" interjected into my dirty, dirty thoughts, "I asked you a question." Professor Samuels mused, more interested than frustrated.
"Oh." Was all I could think to reply, and he moved on to someone else. I slouched in frustration the rest of the class, and when the class was dismissed, I gathered my things quickly to make a speedy exit. I wasn't quite fast enough though.
"Katie" he called as I attempted to bolt, and I stopped before him, doing an about face.
"Yes, Professor?" I asked politely, taking two steps out of the doorway and over to his desk. He waited for the last student to file out before he continued.
"I don't know why you are always so distracted in class, but this is your latest exam..." He said, handing me a paper, heavily marked in red.
"A 54?" I asked in disbelief.
"You mixed up Copernicus and Galileo, among other things" he explained, sitting.
"Oh" I said again, once more stunned by my own brilliance. There was a long pause as I stood there awkwardly, half calculating my grade average in my head, half staring at the way his biceps plumped nicely in his black cashmere sweater.
My hands tingled with the desire to touch them, and I could feel what I thought were his eyes dancing across my own figure, but when I looked up at him he simply said, "If you don't bring your grade up really drastically you are going to fail. I don't want to fail you, especially in the last semester of your senior year, and I feel like you know this material, you just aren't testing well on it. Would you be willing to take a practical exam at the observatory and make up the credit?" he asked simply. In an instant my brain calculated all of the sexual innuendo in that statement before realizing he was serious, and there was no sexual innuendo there at all.
"I would really appreciate that." I replied finally, presenting my most PG smile.
"Great. Let's do next Tuesday at 10pm" he said with a nod, and turned back to clear up his papers. It was clear our interview was over.
While I knew he didn't mean anything untoward, my overactive imagination, fueled by break-up angst, couldn't help but imagine the possibilities, how his lips would feel on mine, how his pelvis would feel, pressing into me, his large hands across the soft curves of my body. Each night I would find myself masturbating to the same fantasy, swirling my fingers around my sensitive clit, and pressing them deeply into my pussy, stroking my g-spot, and squeezing my breasts as I would come hard, my juices flooding my hands and the sheets. I had never been so wet, so easily aroused before. I wanted Jack Samuels badly, and I knew it. I resolved to be good however, and on the night of our observatory session I dressed simply. I pulled dark tight jeans on, and paired them with a simple satin bra and comfortable long-sleeved t-shirt. The night was unseasonably warm for April, and as I headed out across campus the wind blew the scent of spring to my nose.
Despite my promises to be good, as I walked to the observatory I found myself fantasizing again, about what I could say to him, what he would say to me... thankfully my thoughts were cut short by my arrival, and I pulled open the heavy metal door and ascended the stairs. He was standing out on the balcony, in front of the large metal dome which contained the telescope. He was dressed more casually than I had seen him in class, and my stomach flipped over when I saw him standing there in profile. His hair was brushed back from his face in the wind, and his thin white t-shirt was blown against his hard abdomen, outlining his chest and shoulders. He wore slightly ripped jeans, and his tan skin and dark eyes were luminous in the moonlight. He seemed lost in thought.
"Ahem" I cleared my voice, to let him know I was there, though I was hesitant to have to stop staring at him.
He seemed to jump, but responded with a smile, "Katie, glad you made it! We should get started; it looks like there is some rain rolling in." And indeed, there were storm clouds, just off the edge of the horizon, and very far in the distance, but certainly coming closer. I nodded my ascent, and stepped back to allow him through the doorway and into the dome.
The dome was dominated almost entirely by the telescope. He walked quickly over to the computer and typed in some coordinates. There was a slow beeping and the telescope shifted slowly, as did the roof. "Now I think the best way to do this, is for me to show you different stars and you can tell me based on what you know their age, characteristics, how you would classify them, etc." he explained, moving the small ladder to the side of the telescope. I watched his muscles flex and ripple as he did so; I watched his lips move as he spoke. Everything about this man made me want to watch him. Realizing he was waiting for a response, I nodded eagerly and walked over to the ladder, climbing it quickly.
Embarrassed at the lull, I bent to look into the eye piece he had set up, and my jeans rode down my ass a little as I bent. The knowledge he could see my thong in the semi-dark room aroused me. I tried to focus on the star I was looking at, I needed to pass the class. "Um... Red giant?" I asked quickly, straightening.
As I turned I caught him staring at me. I smiled slightly, encouragingly, but he seemed not to notice. "Correct." He said quickly, moving to change the coordinates as I climbed down the ladder, "How old is it?"
As I explained how old I thought the star was and why, I climbed down the ladder to allow the telescope to pivot above us. I had to stand rather close to him to allow the swing of the machine, and my arm brushed his. He was surprisingly warm, and we both pulled away from each other quickly.
After that the session continued in much the same fashion, though each time I bent over I could feel him behind me, looking at my shapely ass in my jeans. My thong rode slowly up against my pussy with each movement, and I was soon very damp from the attention and the fabric rubbing between my folds. I was glad he couldn't see that I was certainly blushing in the semi darkness.
"Well, I guess that's the last of the stars." He concluded, after about an hour. "We just have couple moon things to do, if the clouds haven't come up yet. Let's step outside and look." I followed him slowly out onto the balcony, and the dark clouds were indeed creeping ever closer. He pointed a few features of the moon out to me, and asked me to discuss the cratering process. The warm wind was still blowing, coming before the storm, and it blew my long brown hair around my face as I spoke with him. The chill of the night had settled in, and I noticed he had goose bumps across his arms as he pointed. I realized hurridly that this must mean I'm a little cold too, and sure enough, my nipples were poking through the thin material of my bra and t-shirt. I could tell he was trying not to notice. I crossed my arms quickly, and continued to listen to his questions.
Finally, the clouds rolled in front of the moon, and we had to stop. It was nearing midnight. Though we were clearly done, we continued to stand on the balcony, overlooking the fields of corn and prairie.
"The weather has been so great." I observed, feeling like an idiot, but something told me to stay, just a little longer. As I spoke, the sky seemed to spite me, and large droplets began to pour down out of the clouds. He and I both ran around the balcony to the door, but were quickly soaked to the skin in the cold spring rain. As we entered the building I begin shivering, but we both laughed.
"You were saying?" He asked with a final chuckle, moving into the office below the telescope. He came back with a blanket and two cups of hot coffee.
"Th-thank you." I responded, taking the hot cup from him, as he wraped me in the blanket. I sat in the rolling chair by the computer as he closed the observatory roof from the rain. In the now even dimmer light I watched him pull off his damp t-shirt, exposing his toned upper body, and replace it with a button up flannel shirt from the wall closet. As he buttoned it he came back over to sit beside me.
"Did you bring an umbrella?" he asked me. As I shook my head he smileed, and there was a bit of mischief in his eyes, "You are going to get soaked walking back to campus." He stateed, I laughed and replied without thinking, "I'm soaked already".
There was a stillness in the room suddenly, though we both laughed, it was clear he was aware of the innuendo in what I just said. I sat the cup of coffee down, and angled my body towards him, letting the blanket fall away from my shirt, which was still soaked and, I'm sure, transparent. As I leaned towards him he smiled at me, hesitantly at first, but I could see the interest and light in his eyes. He licked his lips, and I could tell he was evaluating his options.
In a move bolder than I ever imagined myself capable of, I placed my hand on his upper thigh and whispered, "You seem pretty wet yourself." The placement of my hand and my smile left no question. I wanted him.
"Katie, I-" he objected briefly, but I pulled the rolling chair I was in across the floor to him, and leaned forward so that my face was inches from his.
"We don't have to talk, we don't have to plan, or say anything, just once, just now. Please?" I asked, running my fingers through his damp curls, and swirling small circles across his thigh, my shoulders open and my erect nipples, pressing towards him. Any fight that was there previously was wiped away by my touch.
His hands darted away from where they were placed in his lap, and he pulled me to him, I straddled his waist, the rolling chair and blanket sliding away as he quickly pulled my wet shirt over my head and discarded his glasses on the table behind him. He kissed me deeply, his tongue rough and hot in my mouth, and my hands grasped his shoulders and back, his warm hands smoothing across the cool skin of my back as he found my bra clasp and quickly released my breasts from their damp, satin cups. I pressed my newly freed nipples into the warmth of his chest as we kissed. Our hands ran through our damp hair and I ground against him fervently, I could feel his thick cock pressing up through his jeans. I could already tell he is very well endowed. I moaned as I felt him growing beneath me, and my moans into his mouth seemed to turn him on. One of his hands slid into my pants and cradled my ass, squeezing each cheek in turn, before beginning, ever so gently , to toy with my asshole.
"God you have a great ass" he paused to whisper to me, as his kisses descend the side of my face and my super sensitive neck, his tongue dancing across my muscles. His other hand revolved slowly to my breasts and his mouth met it there. He took my nipple in his mouth and began to kiss it gently at first, before sucking harder and harder on the sensitive skin.
The combination of friction and pleasure, fantasy and reality, was too much for me. His rough tongue at my breast and his thick cock pressing into my pussy while his nimble fingers worked my ass sent me over the edge in a flurry of whimpers and moans, "Yes. Professor. GOD YES. YES. YES. MMMHHAAA." I shuddered as I orgasmed, falling against him, and he kissed me hard, his tongue fucking my mouth madly as I came, harder than I could remember ever cumming before. He seemed deeply satisfied with the intensity of my orgasm, and let out an animalistic moan of his own. As I regained a semblance of consciousness I looked him directly in the eye and placed my hand on his crotch, rubbing his engorged member through his jeans, "I need you. NOW."
To be continued...
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