Passion' By Sabrina Smith Moses
(c) 1999 By The Author All Rights Reserved
(Vanilla Erotica For Mature Readers)
tardy bell sent a ripple over my body as I darted up the last flight of
stairs. I was late. Why should it really matter if I was late or not? I
was, after all, paying for the class. The literature class was a Summer
course offered to adults for expanding their education. Me? I was just
taking it to broaden my horizons...in more ways than one.
"Stella, you're late," my professor mumbled the obvious as he
initialed my parking pass. I stared down at the top of his balding head
and smiled. The scent of my sweat mingled with Shalimar on my skin. He
could just smell me and get aroused ... I knew this for a fact. He tried
to avoid looking me in the eyes, and handed back my pass with trembling
fingers and an uncomfortable grin. I was right, he was very aroused.
Later, after class was dismissed, I met him for coffee in our favorite
cafe. Max was more than my professor, he was my lover. A kind, intelligent
gentleman who buried his passion in essays and classes, and occasionally a
young woman's thighs. The literature class had been a prefect interlude to
our Summer together.
I wasn't playing the role of the teacher's pet. I was already passing his
course with excellent grades of my own accord and wasn't seeking to earn
any brownie points with the head of the class. I was just happened to be
attracted to Max and vice versa. Of course I was about twenty years
younger than Max, but the years between us melted away by the time we had
first slid between the sheets together.
Even in the cafe, Max kept up a professional front as he sipped his
coffee and chattered away about literary topics. Under the thin green
table cloth, the chubby fingers of his free hand where doodling erotic
inscriptions upon my pale thighs. I felt the tiny hearts he traced on my
skin through the thin material of my skirt and my sex began to stir with
moist passion. Sipping my cafe au lait, I tried to keep a straight face
and follow the cool, even flow of his conversation. It was impossible,
however, and I suggested we finish our conversation at my place.
Lucky for us, my small studio apartment was only a few blocks from the
cafe. Max beat me there, waiting on the stairway like a randy little
puppy. His lust filled eyes were magnified by his coke-bottle thick
glasses and he licked his cupid-bow lips as I hurriedly unlocked the door.
I had just shut the door, locking the outside world away, when I felt his
eager hands around my waist. He pulled my round little belly to his own
and tilted my chin upwards to meet his soulful gaze.
"Oh Stella ... " he cooed as his warm, moist lips covered mine
with a soft, passionate kiss. Our kiss released him. Max 's hot,
passionate nature shone brightly as his rustic, book-wormish exterior
melted away in my arms.
I pulled away from our kiss, slipping his tie from around his neck and
tenderly placing his glasses on the small table beside my bed. Like a
blind man he let his hands feel every curve of my still fully clothed
body. I felt the stickiness of his sweaty palms through my blouse and
skirt, stirring my sensitive skin, which was alive with pleasure
under his touch.
He paused over my breasts, teasing my nipples with his doodling
fingertips. My nipples came to life, hardening against my blouse, as his
lips captured mine in another intoxicating kiss. With a moist sweep, Max's
tongue gently explored my mouth as I surrendered to his lusty
libido. His hands were familiar with my dressing habits and, without a
flaw, he peeled me out of my blouse and released my taut nipples from my
I gasped with mounting excitement as Max took an exposed nipple between
his teeth and gently nibbled at the sore, aching tip. My entire body
shivered with desire as I arched my back, giving him full access to my
sensitive peaks. Max teased both of my breasts with his tiny love bites. I
melted into his arms with a deep sigh and my head spun in an erotic daze.
Max tenderly lowered me onto the silken sheets and slid his hands down to
my rumppled skirt.
Like my blouse, Max's eager hands slid off my skirt as easily as I had put
it on that morning. The scent of my moistened sex filled the small
apartment as he lowered his head, kissing the tender insides of my thighs.
I wiggled my hips as Max hooked his fingers in the thin elastic
waistband of my silken undies. He slid them off too, as he kissed apart my
thighs. Moaning softly, I opened my lower limbs wider to his hungry mouth
as he kisses zeroed in on my moist, hot sex.
I gave a shivering inhale as his tongue lapped over my damp feminine
pleasure. He buried his face in my wet petals as a series of
crashing, orgasmic waves washed over my body. I cried out as my body
rippled with rapture. Max stood over me and smiled down into my flushed
face. Still reeling with wonton desire, I looked up at him with a dazed
"Max, I want you inside me," I said in a lusty, thick whisper.
Max quickly slid out of his trousers revealing his own arousal, which
bulged with desire from between his thighs. He pressed his body over mine
and glided his aching member inside me. Our damp bodies joined together in
matching rhythmic movements. I arched my back, thrusting upwards to meet
his steady strokes. Max groaned as the passionate motions of our sexes
drove him to the edge of his own ecstasy. He uttered a deeper groan and,
with a final thrust of satisfaction, Max pulled himself out from inside
me. He spilled his milky juice over my belly and sank down beside me on
the cool, silken sheets with a blissful smile.
Before Max left my apartment, I helped him adjust his tie as he prepared
to head back into the outside world again. The hot, passionate man I had
just made love to had vanished. He was replaced by the quiet, book-wormish
professor of my adult literature class.
"Stella, are you going to be tardy for class again?" he asked
with a soft smile.
I shook my head, returning his smile.
"Good. I'll see you in class tomorrow," he replied with a
knowing wink and headed out the door.
I've come to the conclusion that if all goes well with the Summer class,
then I might just have to sign up for his Fall classes too!