Professor Knight
Her unwillingness to return Sam's call did not surprise him. In similar circumstances he was sure he would be reluctant or at least a little hesitant to do the same. Though he would have felt it amusing to have a pretty young girl eagerly engaged with his rampant manhood while he conversed with a friend, wondering if the person on the other side of the call realised their timing. He only brought it up to see what her reaction would be, and having already spoken at length with Sam he knew that it wasn't too necessary for Lara to call back. Sam had only wanted to let her friend know that her potential 'date' had turned out to be an ass and she would be heading home soon. She had probably wanted to vent a little but the Prof had given her some advice and told her to fetch Lara in the morning for a ladies breakfast and some shopping. At that Lara's friend had uttered a knowing 'ahha' but Professor Knight had promised her that Lara's virginity was safe and that they were only discussing their chosen field, mostly. Sam had snickered at the mention of Lara's virginity and that had let the Prof know that it was very likely Lara would be discussing the evening at least a little with her friend.
Feeling her hands ruffling through his hair was all the encouragement he needed. The girls enthusiasm and desire was easily noticeable. He was sure by now considering the time that had passed since her last drink, the food and the shower, her faculties were not as impaired as when they first began to talk at the bar. He surmised in his mind that Lara may be a little desperate for sexual attention and he vowed to himself to at least try and make this special for her. At no time did the thought that she was easy cross his mind. Lara was a young woman who as a result of her academic nature probably did not get the attention someone of her beauty deserved. He was a handsome man who was charming, seductive and intellectual enough for her. It was that intelligence that he realised she sort most, or she would have chosen the safe option of someone like Christopher.
Slowly he ran his tongue across her lower lips, the touch was light and stopped just short of the bud which had begun to fully bloom. He knew it was not necessary to tease her, offer her the thoughts of what he would or wouldn't do. He had already told her what was going to happen, and she had shown she expected it. The fresh sent of her body, especially around her nether regions had told him she wanted it. Her unwillingness to even delay the intimacy for a brief phone call showed she needed it, and he willingly obliged.
He was tender with her womanhood to begin with. Not too teasing but not the desperate puppy lapping up a bowl of porridge. His tongue was like a bee, buzzing around a budding flower seeking all the juicy nourishment it could find. At times it would go for where the nectar was, at times it fluttered around the flowers or descended into the depths of the flower. All the while his hands massaged her hips, thighs, backside and stomach gently.
Finally when he sensed her breathing increase, her stomach muscles flutter and her hips grind eagerly into his mouth, he moved up her body and began to treat her breasts with the same tenderness she had experienced below. But now his hands caressed her sides, back and shoulders, while his body lay against the wetness of her spread legs.
Her unwillingness to return Sam's call did not surprise him. In similar circumstances he was sure he would be reluctant or at least a little hesitant to do the same. Though he would have felt it amusing to have a pretty young girl eagerly engaged with his rampant manhood while he conversed with a friend, wondering if the person on the other side of the call realised their timing. He only brought it up to see what her reaction would be, and having already spoken at length with Sam he knew that it wasn't too necessary for Lara to call back. Sam had only wanted to let her friend know that her potential 'date' had turned out to be an ass and she would be heading home soon. She had probably wanted to vent a little but the Prof had given her some advice and told her to fetch Lara in the morning for a ladies breakfast and some shopping. At that Lara's friend had uttered a knowing 'ahha' but Professor Knight had promised her that Lara's virginity was safe and that they were only discussing their chosen field, mostly. Sam had snickered at the mention of Lara's virginity and that had let the Prof know that it was very likely Lara would be discussing the evening at least a little with her friend.
Feeling her hands ruffling through his hair was all the encouragement he needed. The girls enthusiasm and desire was easily noticeable. He was sure by now considering the time that had passed since her last drink, the food and the shower, her faculties were not as impaired as when they first began to talk at the bar. He surmised in his mind that Lara may be a little desperate for sexual attention and he vowed to himself to at least try and make this special for her. At no time did the thought that she was easy cross his mind. Lara was a young woman who as a result of her academic nature probably did not get the attention someone of her beauty deserved. He was a handsome man who was charming, seductive and intellectual enough for her. It was that intelligence that he realised she sort most, or she would have chosen the safe option of someone like Christopher.
Slowly he ran his tongue across her lower lips, the touch was light and stopped just short of the bud which had begun to fully bloom. He knew it was not necessary to tease her, offer her the thoughts of what he would or wouldn't do. He had already told her what was going to happen, and she had shown she expected it. The fresh sent of her body, especially around her nether regions had told him she wanted it. Her unwillingness to even delay the intimacy for a brief phone call showed she needed it, and he willingly obliged.
He was tender with her womanhood to begin with. Not too teasing but not the desperate puppy lapping up a bowl of porridge. His tongue was like a bee, buzzing around a budding flower seeking all the juicy nourishment it could find. At times it would go for where the nectar was, at times it fluttered around the flowers or descended into the depths of the flower. All the while his hands massaged her hips, thighs, backside and stomach gently.
Finally when he sensed her breathing increase, her stomach muscles flutter and her hips grind eagerly into his mouth, he moved up her body and began to treat her breasts with the same tenderness she had experienced below. But now his hands caressed her sides, back and shoulders, while his body lay against the wetness of her spread legs.
