3. Schooling My Professor

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The weekend was upon me and I was keeping myself as busy as possible. I dusted the shelves, did some laundry, struggling to keep my mind off the little escapade in my professor's office. Just remembering his eyes on me still made me shiver.

When a college friend texted me to invite me to a bar late that night, I agreed. Why not? It was my son's weekend at his father's, so I decided it would be a good distraction.

And it had been a long time since I dressed up to go out. I deserved a night out to myself. The little black dress from the back of my closet fit just a little snug, hugging my figure in all the right places.

God, I had forgotten how good it looked until I slipped it on. I stepped into a pair of heels and felt like a brand new woman. I couldn't help but run my hands over my curves, admiring myself in the mirror.

Something felt different about myself. I wasn't just a mom juggling errands and making dinner. When I looked at myself in that moment, I saw what my professor must see.

A desirable, sexy woman. A powerful woman. When I arrived at the bar, the butterflies in my stomach were doing flips.

God, how long had it been since I'd been out? As I opened the door, loud music flooded out into the parking lot, and I could feel my mood shift. My entire body vibrated as I made my way through the crowded dance floor to the bar.

It was so nice to be among people. It was so dim, I could barely make out the bartender's face when it came time to shout my drink order at him. My friend was nowhere to be found, so I settled back on the barstool and sipped my gin and tonic.

Looking around, I couldn't help but smile. There was a couple passionately making out down the bar, and a small group of what had to be grad students grinding against each other on the dance floor. Two younger women squeezed behind my chair, holding hands and singing loudly to the song that was playing.

It seemed everyone was having a great time, and sex was in the air. A few minutes later, a warm, heavy hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to spin around. To my surprise, my professor was staring down at me, his blue eyes sparkling.

What was he doing here? He smiled warmly, looking me up and down. There was a soft hunger in his eyes that told me he'd had maybe a few drinks.

Whatever he was trying to say was drowned out by the music, but he looked so damn hot it didn't matter. When I shook my head and pointed to my ears, he laughed, shrugging his shoulders in the cutest way. His fingertip dared to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, sliding slowly down my neck to linger at the top of my cleavage.

I could feel myself blush. There were other students here. What if someone saw us together? Still, his skin against mine was almost too much to resist.

When I carefully slipped his hand further down to brush against my hard nipple, he bit his bottom lip and looked around. The music changed, and the look he was giving me made my body ache. Suddenly, I needed to be close to this man like I needed to breathe.

Let's get out of here, professor, I called, smiling at the excitement on his face. Adam, he corrected. I'm not your professor here.

When I took his hand, he tugged me through the dance floor and out into the parking lot. Before I knew it was happening, his lips were pressed against mine, and my back was against the cool brick wall. The alley was dimly lit, but still visible from the parking lot.

We were exposed here, but neither of us seemed to care. His warmth enveloped me as our kiss grew deeper and more passionate. The smell of his cologne made my heart skip a beat.

He moaned softly into my mouth, holding my body as if he wanted to melt into me. I could taste the whiskey on his tongue when he slipped it into my mouth, and I could feel his throbbing cock grow harder. The roughness of his touch made my skin come alive.

Every part of my body wanted this man. Then our eyes met, and I could see a hint of smugness in his eyes. It was the look of a man who had won.

I couldn't allow that. I drew a deep breath to gather myself, and then pressed both hands against his chest to keep him at bay. It seemed he needed to be reminded who was in charge.

His gasp when I guided him deeper into the alley and shoved him hard into the wall was almost intoxicating. This was going to be so much fun. I told him to undo his tie and to give it to me, calling him by his name for the first time.

He glanced around nervously, but did as I told him to do. Quickly, I spun him around, pulling his hands behind his back and binding them with the soft fabric of the tie. His face was pressed against the wall, but I could hear him moaning my name.

This man wanted me so badly. He would let me do anything I wanted to him. That idea alone made me even wetter than his touch.

Once his hands were secure, I pressed my lips close to his ear and whispered, I'm going to fuck you in the dirt where you belong. The words came out stern and confident, but my face was burning hot. I had never spoken to anyone like that in my life, but it felt right.

When he laid down on the ground and pleaded for me to take what I wanted, there was no stopping me. I had to have him then and there, no matter who saw us. Sharp, jagged rocks pressed into my bare knees as I straddled him, pinning him to the ground.

I could feel him shivering beneath me. The alley was filthy and cold, but he didn't seem to notice. He stared up into my eyes like a man worshipping the sun.

When I freed his cock from his pants and slipped it inside me, the entire world stood still. My hips moved slowly as I swallowed him up, grinding against his perfect cock. He thrust himself upward over and over again, using his hands bound beneath his back as leverage.

A slow, steady rhythm, but one that I controlled. Every movement, every breath was matching perfectly. I shoved my fingers into his mouth when I felt my release coming closer.

As he sucked on my fingers, I could feel him grow harder within me. Our pace quickened, and my other hand reached down to play with my clit. I climaxed loudly, throwing my head back as wave after wave rolled over us both.

I could tell he was about to come as well, and I wanted him to. This time, I would let him come. Gasping for air, I collapsed on top of him, listening to the violent thudding of his heartbeat against my ear.

His cock twitched inside me as he came, and our breathing slowly returned to normal. I chuckled softly to myself as I realized he would be walking back to his car with cum and dirt staining his nice suit. What wouldn't this man do for me? I couldn't wait to find out.