wasn't feeling this right now, but I needed something else on my mind besides Sonia. I didn't really want anything but her on my mind, and probably couldn't have concentrated on anything had I tried. But...
And then: "Hi, Daddy."
It was Sonia, carrying her books. "Can I sit down?"
I dropped the paper and sat staring at her for several long seconds. My face bore a wide, stupid grin. Finally, I snapped myself back into the moment and waved my hand toward an empty chair from the adjoining table. "Yeah, of course," I stammered. I pulled the chair over to my table and shuffled over to clear some room. "Please."
She sat down and quickly slid her chair even closer. Without thinking, I dropped my hand under the desk and guided it up her inner thigh to the silky front of her thong. Her skin was electric to the touch. I withdrew slightly, feeling self-conscious, given our exposed position, but left my hand remained on her knee. I had to touch her.
"I've missed you," I told her sweetly.
"Have you been thinking about me?" she asked.
"Are you kidding? All day. You're all I can think about. I almost ran over a kid while parking today. I swear to God, I was looking straight ahead and he was standing right there but I didn't see a thing. All my mind could focus on was you."
She smiled widely. "Me, too." Then she leaned in a little closer, and said in a quiet voice, "My pussy is so raw I can barely touch it. You worked me over, Daddy. Damn, you worked me over. But, this morning, after you left, I lay in your bed, thinking about us, and I could smell you on the pillow."
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh." She was still leaning in to me. Her breasts pushed up in her bra as she pressed against the table. "I got so horny, I had to get myself off. My kitty was so sore, it stung, but with you in my mind I had to get myself off."
"With your fingers?"
She nodded.
I wanted specifics, and my cock raged in my pants at the thought, and at the thought of her telling me about it right here. "How?"
She licked her lips and tilted her head coyly to the side. "I rubbed my clit." She said this with an amazingly sexy, throaty exhalation of breath. Her voice was almost a sigh as it rained down around me. "And I pinched and squeezed and pulled on my pussy lips. And then I rubbed my clit some more. A couple of times, I pushed a few fingers inside me. Mostly, I teased and rubbed my clit, though. I didn't want to wait for it. I just needed to come."
I breathed in deeply and smiled, shaking my head. "Sonia, we have got to stop. I mean, talking about this now. I'm getting a furious hard-on. I won't be able to get up from the table. I'll be knocking people over left and right trying to get back to my office. I've got tenure, yes, but that'll probably be frowned upon."
She giggled playfully.
"Can we meet later?" I asked.
"Yes. Definitely." But then a gloomy cast fell across her face. "But, fuck, I can't, tonight, Daddy. I've got class at six and then I've got a study session at the library with some friends. I can't really get out of it. How about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow isn't tonight," I said, but then immediately felt guilty for trying to manipulate her. She was in college, after all, and she was here to learn, not to fuck her professor. I took her hand and squeezed it gently in my own. I didn't even look around to see if anyone was watching us. I didn't care anymore. "But, tomorrow is perfect. You wanna do dinner?"
"Sure," she said immediately. "But I wanna fuck, too. A lot."
I laughed and she laughed. "I think the chances are better than not that you'll get that chance," I said.
"And you're gonna eat my asshole again?"
"There is absolutely no doubt about that."
"Good." She leaned back in her chair and looked me over. After grinning like idiots at each other for a few minutes, she said, "I like you, Cooper Corbis."
"You know, I have to say that I'm pretty fond of you, too, Sonia Simmons. Oh, hey, I almost forgot." Reaching into my leather messenger bag, I pulled
And then: "Hi, Daddy."
It was Sonia, carrying her books. "Can I sit down?"
I dropped the paper and sat staring at her for several long seconds. My face bore a wide, stupid grin. Finally, I snapped myself back into the moment and waved my hand toward an empty chair from the adjoining table. "Yeah, of course," I stammered. I pulled the chair over to my table and shuffled over to clear some room. "Please."
She sat down and quickly slid her chair even closer. Without thinking, I dropped my hand under the desk and guided it up her inner thigh to the silky front of her thong. Her skin was electric to the touch. I withdrew slightly, feeling self-conscious, given our exposed position, but left my hand remained on her knee. I had to touch her.
"I've missed you," I told her sweetly.
"Have you been thinking about me?" she asked.
"Are you kidding? All day. You're all I can think about. I almost ran over a kid while parking today. I swear to God, I was looking straight ahead and he was standing right there but I didn't see a thing. All my mind could focus on was you."
She smiled widely. "Me, too." Then she leaned in a little closer, and said in a quiet voice, "My pussy is so raw I can barely touch it. You worked me over, Daddy. Damn, you worked me over. But, this morning, after you left, I lay in your bed, thinking about us, and I could smell you on the pillow."
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh." She was still leaning in to me. Her breasts pushed up in her bra as she pressed against the table. "I got so horny, I had to get myself off. My kitty was so sore, it stung, but with you in my mind I had to get myself off."
"With your fingers?"
She nodded.
I wanted specifics, and my cock raged in my pants at the thought, and at the thought of her telling me about it right here. "How?"
She licked her lips and tilted her head coyly to the side. "I rubbed my clit." She said this with an amazingly sexy, throaty exhalation of breath. Her voice was almost a sigh as it rained down around me. "And I pinched and squeezed and pulled on my pussy lips. And then I rubbed my clit some more. A couple of times, I pushed a few fingers inside me. Mostly, I teased and rubbed my clit, though. I didn't want to wait for it. I just needed to come."
I breathed in deeply and smiled, shaking my head. "Sonia, we have got to stop. I mean, talking about this now. I'm getting a furious hard-on. I won't be able to get up from the table. I'll be knocking people over left and right trying to get back to my office. I've got tenure, yes, but that'll probably be frowned upon."
She giggled playfully.
"Can we meet later?" I asked.
"Yes. Definitely." But then a gloomy cast fell across her face. "But, fuck, I can't, tonight, Daddy. I've got class at six and then I've got a study session at the library with some friends. I can't really get out of it. How about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow isn't tonight," I said, but then immediately felt guilty for trying to manipulate her. She was in college, after all, and she was here to learn, not to fuck her professor. I took her hand and squeezed it gently in my own. I didn't even look around to see if anyone was watching us. I didn't care anymore. "But, tomorrow is perfect. You wanna do dinner?"
"Sure," she said immediately. "But I wanna fuck, too. A lot."
I laughed and she laughed. "I think the chances are better than not that you'll get that chance," I said.
"And you're gonna eat my asshole again?"
"There is absolutely no doubt about that."
"Good." She leaned back in her chair and looked me over. After grinning like idiots at each other for a few minutes, she said, "I like you, Cooper Corbis."
"You know, I have to say that I'm pretty fond of you, too, Sonia Simmons. Oh, hey, I almost forgot." Reaching into my leather messenger bag, I pulled
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