Seducing the Professor [F22/M48] [Age Gap] [Fucking] [Handjob]

Sometimes in life you have those moments where you wonder just how you got there. Ellie was having one of those moments right now as she was standing naked in the bathroom of her former university lecturer, Professor Romero. She had fantasised about being in his apartment many times when she had been a student and no doubt she wasn't alone in having those thoughts. Ellie was sure he had been put on this earth for the sole purpose of thwarting her efforts to get her English degree. How could anyone focus on their studies when that impossibly handsome man was standing in front of a class. And now here she was in his apartment just a year after leaving university.

It had been a remarkable moment of fortune to run into her former illicit crush after a night that had been heading for disaster. A reunion with her old friends in the city they used to study in seemed like a good idea, but when they all paired off with various men who had been eyeing them up and trying their luck all night Ellie found herself the odd-one out. She’d been committed to having a good time but was left frustrated. Sat at a bar alone, she’d decided to call it a night when some clumsy rugby player type had clattered into her carrying enough drinks for an entire team. The resulting collision had seen her showered with cheap beer, her sage green midi dress turning dark, sodden and sticking to her skin. Having run out the bar in frustration she’d been unable to get a taxi, each one refusing to take her due to her smelling like a brewery. She walked the streets shivering in search of the train station when she’d bumped into Professor Romero. He’d taken pity on her, invited her into his apartment to get warm and clean herself up.Who could possibly say no?

She felt a little tingle of excitement as she unbuttoned her dress and peeled the sodden garment from her skin, knowing the professor, or Leo as he was now insisting she call him, was standing on the other side of the door. She passed him the dress with one hand as the door shielded her modesty and off he went to wash and dry it. He’d suggested she could use the shower, so she tiptoed to the stall and breathed deeply as the warmth from the water flooded her body. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was doing something illicit, or ignore how turned on that made her. Had she left the door unlocked on purpose? She closed her eyes and let her fingers glide rhythmically between her legs. She imagined him walking through the door and catching her. He would walk over to her, step into the shower without undressing. The crisp white shirt would turn see through. Her hands would grasp the thick waves of dark hair, caressing as she pulled him closer. She would stroke the grey stubble that covered his chin, feel it tickle her skin as he kissed her neck. She thought of ripping the shirt off, buttons and all, and collapsing into each other, god how she wanted him to lift her into his arms and fuck her under the torrent of water.

She felt flushed as she got out of the shower and dried herself. She put on a thin navy blue cotton bathrobe that he’d offered her, which hung loose off her small frame. She left the bathroom, holding the robe against her body to avoid exposing herself, as she’d chosen not to wear any underwear for the night out. Slowly she walked around the living area, inspecting the contemporary artwork on the walls, brushing her hand lightly over ornaments and decorations as if they couldn’t be appreciated through sight alone. One side of the room was taken up by a huge built-in bookcase. It was the first thing she’d noticed when she’d entered and she was instinctively drawn to it. 

Ellie stood by the bookcase flicking through leather-bound copies of classic novels, so engrossed in admiring the books that she’d forgotten about keeping hold of the robe. The sound of footsteps caught her attention. Leo had entered the room holding two cups of coffee that he placed on a glass coffee table. He looked at her and opened his mouth as if to say something, briefly glancing down from her face before looking off as if to hide it. She quickly pulled the robe tighter.

“Thanks, I could do with a coffee,” she said as she began striding towards the navy blue sofa, head down to hide the smile spread across her lips at the thought of him eyeing her up.

They sat and drank their coffee, bodies turned towards inwards, giving each other their full attention. They started with small talk and drifted to other topics as they were old friends. He spoke about his family from Spain, about how his family moved to Dublin when he was a child. That explained the gorgeous Mediterranean tan and unique accent that sent shivers down her spine whenever he spoke. She told him how she was now a teacher too, and how working with children all day made her grateful for adult connections. It was 2am before either had noticed the time.

“It’s too late for you to travel home, and I haven’t even taken your dress out the machine, it’ll be all creased. If you want you can take my room for tonight and sort your dress out in the morning,” Leo suggested. “I’ll sleep here on the sofa,” he added, anxious how his suggestion would sound.

“That sounds fine, but I can sleep here. You’ve already been kind enough all night,” Ellie replied. She was just replying politely out of habit. Her head was telling her to do something; to make a move.

“No, no, I insist. My room is through there,” he gestured to the door.

“Thanks,” Ellie said, biting her lip as she pondered her next move.

They both stood, lingered for a second, before Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck and gently pulled him into a tentative kiss. After a second or two she felt Leo’s lips part. His arms wrapped around her smaller frame and held her tight as the kiss deepened. She let her hands fall down towards his shoulders. Her fingers began loosening the buttons of his shirt.

“Wait, stop, I can’t,” he whispered, gently pushing her hands away and creating space between them. He saw the look on Ellie’s face.

“It just doesn’t seem right,” he said apologetically. “You used to be my student and then there’s the age difference, and the fact you’ve got nowhere else to stay tonight, it feels like taking advantage. Do you understand?”

Ellie felt like she’d gone from 0-60 in 2 seconds and 60-0 just as quickly. She wanted to scream.

Instead all she could say was, “yes, I understand.”

She walked backwards a few paces, aware the bathrobe was open and offering a glimpse of her naked body. She wanted him to change his mind, but while he unashamedly took the view she offered he didn’t call her back. As she walked to the bedroom she saw his expression - like his mind was fighting two conflicting thoughts.

It was only 4am when Ellie awoke. At first she was disorientated to wake up in a strange place, but the events of the night came back to her. Her dream was also fresh in her mind. She needed to cool herself down. Slipping out from under the sheets, she peered round the door and into the lounge and saw Leo asleep on the sofa under a loose blanket. Walking as lightly as she could she stepped past him into the bathroom and splashed some cool water over her face, then swilled from a bottle of mouthwash to freshen her breath.

She thought she’d been quiet, but as she tried to sneak past the sofa Leo wasn’t there. He caught her by surprise from behind, turned her body to face his and pushed her against the wall. The surprise took her breath away.

“How much of your teasing did you think I could take,” he whispered in her ear. The blood was pumping through her veins as she felt his body against hers.

“I thought you said it was wrong,” Ellie replied.

“You’ve been flaunting your body since you got here. How could anyone resist? I don’t care if it’s wrong, I have to have you.”

For a second time that night their lips touched, only this time there was no hesitation, only hunger. Ellie stroked his stubbled cheeks and wrapped her hands around his neck. Leo responded by lifting her at the hips, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Ellie felt the base of his rock hard erection against her pussy. His strong arms raised her up slowly, her clit rubbing against the loose fabric of his boxer shorts all the way up his considerable length. She began rocking her hips up and down, relishing the waves of pleasure his body was awarding her.

“I don’t like to beg,” she whimpered.

“Oh, you don’t?”

He held her body still so she couldn’t move. Ellie struggled against his grasp, hungry and desperate. She couldn’t help but submit.

“Please,” she begged, “please fuck me.”

Leo threw her down onto the sofa. She lay on her back, legs apart in supplication as she watched him remove his underwear, struggling to get the waistband around his swollen cock. He took a condom from a side drawer and rolled it down his shaft, then knelt down on the sofa. Ellie closed her eyes, waiting for him to move on top of her, but his hands reached under her body and flipped her over. His cock pressed against her ass as he pulled her against him. She felt the soft hairs of his chest brushing against her back while his hands greedily caressed her body, exploring as he desired, grabbing her breasts, sliding down her stomach, exploring between the short hair around her sex while she was dripping with desire. When he finally entered her she braced herself on all fours, biting her lip as he stretched her, but her wetness helped her overcome any discomfort. He moved in long, slow, deliberate strokes, allowing her to feel all of him deep inside her. She began throwing her hips back, pressing herself into him. He quickened the pace until he was pounding her, the impact of their bodies crashing together mixed with Ellie’s moans and Leo’s grunts was enough to wake the neighbours. Ellie felt both ecstasy and relief. She’d fulfilled that desire she’d felt all night, that primal need to be fucked, but she could feel that with anybody. She wanted to savour the moment.

“Stop,” she cried, “let me ride you.”

Leo stopped and let Ellie turn to face him. Her urgency caught him off guard as she threw herself at him. He fell backwards onto the floor, wedged between the sofa and the glass coffee table. She grabbed hold of his cock and guided it inside her pussy and began rocking her hips back and forth. There was no slow build, she felt like she was teetering on the edge. Leo reached up and grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

“God, keep going, do it harder,” she pleaded as felt her legs begin to tremble. She was losing control. In her head all she could think of was how often she’d dreamed of this, all of the fantasies and daydreams, yet they paled in comparison to the real thing, the professors cock inside her, the raw passion. Her climax took over her, coming in waves of almost unbearable intensity. She heard herself scream but it almost didn’t sound like her. Her shuddering body collapsed into Leo’s arms as she panted.

They lay wrapped around each other for several minutes, drenched in sweat, the heating in the apartment making it stifling after such an exertion.

“I can open the door if you need to cool down,” Leo asked. Ellie nodded. Leo walked over to the juliet balcony and opened the door, letting cool early morning air flood in.

Ellie stood and followed him over, leaning out to peer over the scene. The city below was quiet and peaceful in the glow of the streetlights. She was unconcerned by her nakedness. They were several floors up and who would be awake at this time.

Leo wrapped his arms around her waist and their bodies came together once more.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot something important,” Ellie said.

She reached her hand behind her and grabbed hold of his semi hard cock, now free of the condom. She fondled his heavy balls until he was rock hard again, then jerked him off behind her back. He stifled his groans against her shoulder as she moved him harder and faster until she felt the spasm and his body tensing. Her grip loosened as his cock jerked and twitched, showering his cum over her lower back. She felt the warmth drip down over her ass and down her leg. It gave her a deep sense of satisfaction to know she’d made him spill so much.