A University Affair [voy, Mf]

English Lit is boring save for one reason: Emily, the spooky chick that sits a few rows over from me. Her raven black, short hair and neat bangs frame a pretty face done up in all the colors of the goth rainbow, and I find it fascinating how she can make it look natural without going overboard.

Aside from that, her body is killer. Tight black jeans grip a firm ass and fit thighs, and her usual band t-shirt rocking some obscure musician often stops at her naval, her bare midriff a sign that she must spend time in the gym; flat, but defined. Not to mention her tits fit in to a tight bra, every once in a while when she leans forward I catch a glimpse of some cleavage and I can feel a hard-on rising.

Today was like any other day. I watched her lean forward, exposing a hint of cleavage that elicited a sigh from me, and then she pushed her hair behind her ear and watched our professor closely. I thought he was boring, Mr. Boren. His droll-delivery of Shakespeare and whatever often had me in tears from being so tired. She, however, always paid very close attention.

Our University was a diverse one, and the class was large, near to 100 students crammed into the lecture hall. When the time came and class had ended, it was often a mad dash to be the first one out, but not for her. Emily took her time, but even my lust for her couldn’t keep me for long in the hall. Today was no different; I waited for her to leave, perhaps for an opportunity to say hello, but she was clearly intent on being the last one out and so I left with the crowd.

Half way across campus, I realized that I had left my phone behind. It wasn’t in my pocket so it must have slipped out and on to the lecture hall floor. In a mild panic, I rushed back to the Arts department. The doors were closed and the room looked dark save for a few near to Mr. Boren’s desk. I looked in through the thin window on the door and that’s when I saw it, a vision that would stick with me for some time.

Emily hadn’t left after all. In fact, she seemed all too eager to be there, her thigh wrapped around Mr. Boren’s hips, her ass hanging slightly off of his desk, their lips locked together. Her hand stroked the back of his head and he gripped her lower back tightly, forcing her to arch, her tits thrust up toward his face. They were fully clothed, but seeing her like this gave me an instant hard-on that I was worried would be seen by passersby through my pants.

In rapt attention, I watched as the professor’s hands explored her hips, sides and then traveled up her chest, gripping her tits in a squeeze through the bra. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; the subject of my daily fantasies locked in a tongue wrestling match with the most boring professor on campus!

She stood up, then, and he removed her shirt with one quick movement. Were they crazy? Or had they done this so often they weren’t concerned with being caught? Or was that part of the thrill? Regardless, I watched on as her cream-pale skin of her abdomen was exposed, her black bra not surprising, but what did surprise me was how large her tits were. They spilled out of the top of the bra and I bit my lip as she reached behind herself and unclasped the bra, freeing them.

They were perfection, globes of beautifully shaped tits with perky nipples and quarter-sized areolas. If I had my phone, I would have snapped a photo – but I could see it underneath where I had been sitting, and I cursed myself.

The Professor leaned forward, grasping her tits in both hands as he licked and sucked at her nipples. I could see her breathing heavily, rocking in his grip. Then, one of his hands traveled down her fit stomach and slipped into her pants, and I heard her moan. The moan I’d always dreamed of, the one that I wished I’d elicited from her, but it was heavenly all the same.

He rubbed her through her pants and when he brought his fingers out, I could see them glisten in the dim light. She dropped to her knees in one fell swoop and began to unbutton him. Then she removed his cock, rock hard and waiting for her. I wish it was me! But I was content to watch for now. She wasted no time in putting it in between her lips painted dark red. I watched as it entered her fully, and she bobbed her head back and forth with his hand on her head.

I couldn’t get over her tits, hanging heavily from her chest and swaying gently as she sucked his dick. Her curves were killer, and I hoped this would go further. My hopes were fulfilled very shortly thereafter, when the professor picked her up to her feet, turned her around and pulled her pants down to her knees. She of course wore black panties that hugged her thighs, and I couldn’t believe how shapely her legs were – she never skipped leg day, obviously.

He reached down and I could see him pull her panties to the side as she bent forward over the desk. When he entered her from behind, she bit her lip, stifling a louder moan as her fingers clenched the desktop.

My respect for Mr. Boren grew, then, as he grabbed her by the hair with one hand and placed the other on her tight, large ass. He plowed her deeply and fast, and her tits swayed forward, nipples erect. He wasn’t gentle with her, and she loved it, I could tell by the way her eyes rolled. I could hear his pelvis slapping against her ass and then, faintly, I could hear her moaning.

It didn’t last long. Soon, she started to quiver and rock. I didn’t know much about the female anatomy, but I could tell she was having an orgasm. Her arms gave out and she lay chest down on the desk, her tits pressing against the wood spilling out from her side. Mr. Boren wasn’t finished, however; he fucked her harder as she bit her fingers, and then, with one powerful thrust, he came inside of her, pressing his cock into her pussy deeply.

For a moment they stayed like that, still as the air in the room; and then she sat upright, turned and kissed him and began putting her clothes on. I ducked away, out of sight, in case they saw me. But then I had an idea. I waited two minutes, long enough for them to cover themselves, and I turned the handle on the door slowly and opened it, stepping in to the room.

The two looked at me with a great deal of surprise, Emily turning red. They were both fully clothed but disheveled, her hair a mess, he slightly damp from sweat.

“Ah, hello,” said the Professor who clearly couldn’t recall my name. “Did you forget something?” he asked, nervousness in his voice.

“I think I left my phone in here,” I said as I went back to my seat, recovering it from the floor. Emily brushed the hair from her face and swallowed, hard, crossing her arms over her ample chest. “Here it is,” I said.

I looked at the two with a wry smile. Should I have done that? I knew their secret now, I could do whatever I wanted.

“Hey, really enjoyed the class today,” I said. Emily looked up and we made eye contact, perhaps for the first time ever, and I winked at her. Her eyes widened and she turned away. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I headed for the door. Before I closed it behind me, I turned.

“Really looking forward to next week!” I said.

Across campus, late for my next class, I laughed. If I couldn’t have Emily, at least I would have the memories of watching her getting fucked, the image of her tits swaying between her arms isn’t one I will soon forget.

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One comment on “A University Affair [voy, Mf]

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