A Subby Surprise

He was walking along home from night class at the university. In his mid thirties with long hair, face clean shaven and looking young. For students the man is fairly young looking and savvy, not ragged from the years or heavy with laziness, but somewhat lean and hard from the struggles of real life. Finally, he's been able to enjoy the reprieve of life in school and been able to make some sort of existence for himself apart from the expectations of most of the world.

It's not a bad life, he tells himself. Teaching freshman while also working on his masters. At least he doesn't have to bow and scrape for the corporate slavers and money pushers.

As he's walking, he notices a woman wearing a modest skirt and a light knit sweater. Underneath the swaying trim of her skirt and below the bare skin of her knee she has long socks and brown leather sandals. Her hair is wavy auburn about her shoulders, and a light book is idly resting in her hands as she waits for the bus.

The professor student, whose name is filed somewhere in the records of his university ledger, stops to smoke a cigarette under the pretense of waiting for the bus. He can feel a staggering desire coming from the lone woman. She knows exactly what she is doing, and so does he. He can play the game with her.

"Haven't I seen you before on campus? You are in the English department, aren't you?"

She looks up from her book with a faint surprise, as if delighted to be disturbed from her book by this strange and pretentious man. He is familiar, it's true. "You're the professor who teaches math aren't you?" She didn't want to make him feel small by mentioning that it was freshman level.

"Yeah, I'm only a few classes away from the master's, and then I'll be getting the PhD in civil engineering."

"How admirable of you."

He paused and let the night stretch between them. Adding nothing to what they already knew was being decided. "You know... if you miss the next bus, the one after that comes in an hour. I live right around the corner. You can have a drink with me while you wait."

She appraised the man then, taller than her, fit, handsome, and seemingly sincere and self confident about his abilities in bed. In short, the bus passes by an empty stop and Tina is escorted by her new acquaintance into his home. She enters, it is homely, not unkempt. He is not a lazy slob, at least. He offers her wine even, and it is good enough. All the while he has been diligently buttering her up, she can't help but wonder whether or not he is circumcised with all his efforts. Not that it matters to her, she just wonders, knowing they are going to take their clothes off anyway.

The thought brings a flush to his cheeks and he reaches to kiss her full and suddenly on the lips. She smiles, and gently pushes him back a bit, meeting his eyes. "Do you want me?" Her voice now full of lust and hunger.

He nods, his eyes pleading with desire. With a tilt of her head and a crook of a smile, the man understands, and gravely lowers to his knees. When his face is nearing the skirt at her waist, she puts her hands on his head and holds him gently.

The moment of shock to him comes as a surprise and the bulge is growing behind the fabric against his face without warning. His first instinct is to flee and escape, but she holds him there, firmly and soft, not that his efforts were all that valiant. Instead he looks up at her affectionate eyes, as she stokes the side of his face sincerely, and his hands find their way to the tight feminine panties feebly restraining the throbbing prisoner.

From out comes the fullness of Tina's secret, and into his eager mouth. He accepts her, wants her, craves her all the way in, his hands working up her back and clasping her backside as he takes her thickness all the way into his mouth and out, drunk with desire. The taste, the need, the hunger of his own as the fluids begin to spill out and he tastes their salty bitterness, licking his lips and the end of her rigid sex.

He is lost in Tina's pleasure for a time, wanting her explosive seed and working for it with all his effort, not having been on his knees in such a manner before. With both hands and his mouth, she stops him and her thick erection pops out from his lips with a strand of clear fluid. Lowering down and catching the strand upon his lips, she kisses him.

As he loses himself in her desire again, Tina suddenly pulls away and slaps him firmly, pushing him down onto his face.

"Take off your pants," she says in a single command, soft and seductive.

He struggles with them on the floor of his living room, on his knees and finally manages to undo his belt and pull them down to his ankles. Kneeling down to him, Tina slides her hand inside his shirt and along his legs, soothing his fearful body. When he is calm to her caress, and not paying attention, she takes the glass of cold water she had been offered earlier and pours it over his crack.

The shock and cold of it startle him out of his calm, and she thrusts herself to his entrance when it does, not penetrating him more than the end of her glistening tip. He cries out with a small whimper and moan, his thighs quivering for the rest of her promise. Slowly, ever so slowly, Tina holds herself back, barely restraining her own lust, as he unconsciously pushes himself back upon her. Seizing the invitation she enters him more.

Not roughly, but slow and sensually, she fills him with her girth and he rocks rhythmically with her as she fucks him on the floor. Moaning now, totally lost in the ecstasy of sensation, he cries out. "Fill me, fill me please! I want it! I want you to!"

Tina grants his wish and lets out a gushing eruption of hot creamy spurts into him, feeling the pressure tighten around her shaft. He collapses down, limp under her, his own eruption spilling onto the carpet from his hand.

When she withdraws herself, the creamy effluent oozes out and down his inner thigh.

Lifting up his head in satisfaction and bewilderment, he looks fondly at Tina from the floor. Taking a handful of his hair, she brings his face to the end of her dripping erection and pushes into his hungry mouth. Pulling out the last drops of her pleasure and licking his lips she plants a final kiss on his mouth and leaves him to catch the bus home.