The First Time
Of all the days to forget my underwear.
Not that its ever a good day to forget your underwear, but this particular situation had to be among the worst. When I had scheduled office hours with my physical therapy professor I hadn’t expected to end up here... laying on my back on her exam table while her well practiced fingers knead into my pecs.
“You weren’t kidding!”
Her voice snaps me back into reality.
“You really are tight there. I can see why you were worried about your tendons,” she says as she runs a hand through her long brown hair. She’s beautiful, I think. And much, much older than me I remind myself as the motion reveals silver strands framing her face.
She stares expectantly at me. Crap! “Oh, uh, yeah,” I say, like an idiot.
She cracks a smile, turning to walk around to the other side of the table. Her hips sway slightly as she walks, the curves of her hips accented by the corsetted back of her work blouse. My dick twitches. Oh, fuck.
“I’m going to take a look at this side, is that ok Dean?” She says as she lays her hands gently on the table.
“Yes, Ms. Pizzaro!” I stutter out, way too eagarly. She smiles again.
“Ok. And it’s ok to call me Amy, all my other students do too.” She jokes.
“Right, yes. Amy.” I reply, feeling heat blossom on my cheeks.
She nods in reply and begins to work on my pecs, digging her fingers in deep to smooth out the knots. I try and focus on the sensation of her hands, anything to distract from the fact that I can feel my jeans tightening as my dick swells.
Amy frowns at my chest. “I need a little more leverage,” she says. Without warning, she pushes up on to the exam table, straddling my hip area. Oh. My god. My breath hitches in my chest as my very attractive professor kneads into my chest from above, pencil skirt bunched above my now rapidly growing bulge.
Her hips hover in the air above my fly, and I can feel my erection straining against the closures. Shit, shit, shit. My top button slides undone, leaving only the zipper between my dick and whatever is under Amy’s skirt. “Um, actually I think it’s g--” I start, before my pants give way and the teeth of the split zipper grab at my freed shaft. “Ow!” I jerk involuntarily, and Amy sits back quickly.
Oh. What is.....
OH. Oh no. Oh, FUCK no.
Amy’s eyes widen as she comes to the same realization I do.
I’m buried six inches inside her, and fuck does it feel good.
“Dean...” she starts, “Am I?” She shakes her head. “Are you?”
“I am so sorry I don’t even know where to begin I---” I blabber my best attempt at a response when she cuts me off with an incredulous look.
“How?” She asks.
If I was red before, I’m a beet now. “I, uh. Forgot my underwear today,” I stammer. “And apparently chose my flimsiest pair of pants too.”
“And I’m wearing crotchless...” she whispers to herself, realizing.
“What?”
Now it’s her turn to blush. “Nothing, I... I just happened to wear crotchless underwear today.”
“Any particular reason?” I reply.
“That is absolutely none of your buisness!” She sits up, seeming to realize she’s still sitting on my cock. Fuck, right. Get out of here.
“I’m sorry again I--” “Let’s just go and--” We both start talking at the same time. I try to sit up while she moves backwards and an involuntary gasp escapes my lips as I accidentally thrust deeper.
God, she feels amazing. Her pussy was so tight, so warm and wet, I could cum just thinking about it. My arms collapsed beneath me, sending Amy forward again... and right back down on my dick. This time, it was her turn to gasp.
The sound sent fire through my veins and I pushed up before I even knew what I was doing. Her small gasp turned into a moan, quiet and involuntary. My hips swung up again.
“Oh!” Amy’s lips pursed slightly.
Were we... doing this? Was I really fucking the hottest professor in our department... accidentally?
The cold office air on my needy cock slapped me in the face with reality. Amy was already halfway off the exam table, pulling her skirt down and clearing her throat.
“No, um. We can’t do this. It’s unprofessional, I’m your professor and you’re my student.” She avoids my gaze.
“Right! You’re right,” I hurriedly agree.
“It was an accident, that’s all. We’ll just... not speak of today again. Ok?” She asks, but it’s not really a question.
“Ok.” I agree anyway.
“Good to see you, Dean. I have some work to do,” she says as she unceremoniously ushers me out the door.
I hurry out of her office. “Goodbye...” I go to turn back, but the door is already closing behind me.
What the fuck just happened?!?!
