Getting an [F] in [M]ath Isn’t Always a Bad Thing… [Cheating] [Oral] [College] [Older Woman] [Shower]

I realize my stories are a bit long, so I am shortening this one up. If you would like more detail, feel free to ask!

My freshman year in college, I was taking a math class with a bunch of upperclassmen. There was a girl named Elaina who sat in front of me every class. She was a senior needing this class to graduate, and was not doing so well in the class. Neither was I. I had already passed the course in high school, but my credits did not transfer. So naturally I was slacking off and was now on the verge of failing. We both were assigned to after class tutoring with all the other low grade students. After one session, I quickly demonstrated to the professor that I knew what I was doing. He told me he would give me an A if I tutored the other students for him after each class.

Elaina was the only girl in tutoring so naturally, I took a liking to her. I hadn’t thought much about her up to that point since there was such an age gap between us. But after the first night of tutoring her, I was hooked. She was half Persian, half white. She had a simple, but exotic look to her. Her gorgeous, slightly curly black hair draped over her shoulders like a goddess. Her black framed glasses perfectly outlined her stunning blue eyes. Her face was soft, but held many striking features. One look at her and my heart would melt. The only part I disliked, was the way she dressed. You could have never been able to tell that her body was perfectly curved based on her clothing. She would come to class in loose fitting sweats, and a big jacket. You could tell she carried a few extra pounds, but couldn’t see the shape of anything. It drove me insane. Regardless of that fact, a flirtatious bond began to form.

A few months went by and we became close friends. She would study at my apartment all the time. We even drank a bit together. I learned all about her, and also learned that she had a boyfriend in law school. It seemed like I was about to be friend-zoned. But no matter how much I flirted, or how close to the line I got, she never stopped me. It was nearing the end of the semester, and I determined to at least get a kiss before the school year ended.

Fast forward to the last night of finals week. We had just taken our math finals and were waiting for the scores to upload. It had been on a Scantron, so we were expecting the results around 8:30PM. After that, I was off to a party, and she was off to the bar with her boyfriend. He was going to pick her up around 9:00PM. We started drinking as soon as the test was over that afternoon so we were pretty buzzed. While we waited, she asked if she could get ready in my bathroom. I needed a shower, so I thought I would push my luck. I asked her to shower with me. She immediately turned me down… however… her voice lingered on the “no” so I kept looking to her eagerly.

“How about you shower on your own, and I will get ready in the bathroom at the same time,” she countered.

I agreed in a heart beat. Within a minute, we were in the bathroom together. She hung a beautiful black cocktail dress on the back of the door and put her make-up bag on the counter. I got the water going and heated up. Without missing a beat, she reached for my shirt and pulled it off of me. Then my jeans…. and finally my boxers. She giggled, and told me that I had a sexy body. She was sad that I was not that excited though. Since I am extremely visually stimulated, I was just barely hard, due to the sensual situation. But I knew that once I saw her naked, it would change everything.

As you recall, I mentioned that I had not seen her body. Up to this exact moment, I still hadn’t seen her body. She peeled off her big jacket and I could start to see the form of her curvy, yet athletic body. Next, her shirt came off, revealing a plain nude bra holding up solid C-cup breasts. I could feel myself shiver in delight, the blood coursing through my body. I began to get stiffer as she slipped the waistband of her sweats down over her thin hips revealing a silk grey thong. For the very first time, I laid eyes on her large round butt, and thick thighs. She had the perfect hourglass figure. She said I could look, but not touch and that her boyfriend would be mad if I did. I told her that was fine… but she would have to do the same. I could see her watching my thick throbbing cock; she was trying hard not to reach for it. She dropped her bra to the floor. Her light tan breasts perfectly transitioned into a soft pink and then a lovely red just around her perky nipples. She staggered a little as she slipped out of the black silk thong. The vodka was hitting her hard. I could see she was wet, just from the sheen of juices covering her puffy pink pussy lips. She was cleanly waxed with just a skinny black landing strip no more than a 1/4 inch wide.

She told me to hop in the shower, before I did anything we would regret. I did, but left the curtain open so I could watch this Persian princess get ready. She smiled at me and told me to soap up. I did. She walked over to the shower flaunting her sexy body. My hand instinctively reached for my cock. She giggled. I stopped, looking embarrassed.

“I guess my boyfriend won’t get mad if I touch you…. just keep your hands where I can see them,” she said.

She reached in to the shower, and I felt her hand grip my soaped up cock. I moaned immediately as I experience the electrifying touch of a goddess. I wanted to cum already. I couldn’t believe this college senior was naked, in my bathroom, giving me a hand job. I didn’t want it to stop, so I used every ounce of strength in my body to slow it down. She could see the sheer pain in my eyes, struggling to keep from cumming. As if she wasn’t being sexy enough, she pushed me into the water, washed all of the soap off of me, and climbed into the shower. Careful not to get her hair wet, she used me as a shield against the steamy water and bent down. She licked the head of my cock. This time I begged her to stop out loud. She asked why… I said, I didn’t want the night to end already. She asked me what more I wanted.

“You,” I replied, “I want you.”

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“Everything,” I whispered. I was caught in her deadly spell. She could have told me to do anything in that moment and I would have.

“How about just one kiss?” she bargained.

“Anything you say, anything to make this last.” I answered.

She leaned in for one kiss. Our lips met in a forcefully passionate embrace. I don’t think she was expecting to feel the way she did in that kiss, because one kiss turned into two, and then four. We didn’t stop. She leaned further and further in. Her hand on my cock, the other around my shoulders.

I had one arm around her, gripping her big ass. And my other hand found its way up her thighs. I slipped a finger in with ease, and she moaned. The steam made her melt away in my arms. Her grip loosened on my cock and she reached back to support herself agains the wall. She begged for another finger, and asked me to finger her harder and deeper. Her juices were pouring out the deeper I went. The smell of her sweet delicious pussy, combined with the steam, and her moans, I fell deeper under her spell.

Elaina screamed out in ecstasy. She was close. She pushed me onto my knees and ordered me to lick her clit. I did. Within 30 seconds, she began to tense up, her chest flushed red and her nipples became hard and tight. She became wetter and wetter with each caress of the tongue.

“I am going to cum… oh my god make me cum babe…” she moaned out.

She gripped my hair and shoulder tight as she hit the climax. Her pussy dripped with love and passion, as I pulled my fingers in and out. Her legs gave out and she slid down onto the shower floor. I slowly pulled my fingers from her pussy and she moaned with every slight movement. My face was covered in her wetness. Before I could turn around to rinse off, she had regained her breath and I felt my throbbing cock deep in her mouth.

Elaina licked my shaft and began to take me in deep. Sliding in and out of her mouth, I was right back to where we had begun. I was trying hard not to cum… I didn’t want the night to be over. I figured this was just a fling and I would never see her like this again… She could sense my apprehension. She slowly pulled my cock from her mouth.

“Babe, relax… What you just did to me was amazing… So why don’t you just relax and cum for me. I want to repay the favor,” she reassured.

I took a deep breath and just relaxed. I felt her warm mouth around my cock once more. Her hand was gripping my balls softly. I felt it… I told her I was going to cum. She nodded. Stroking my cock and sucking at the same time, Elaina knew exactly how to get me going. I gripped the shower bar as I felt myself explode. I filled her mouth with a huge warm load. She didn’t even take a breath as she swallowed it all. She licked off any excess and then stood up. We kissed once more and she hopped out of the shower. It was over. I looked at her with longing eyes.

We both finished getting ready, and then checked our scores. We had both passed. She thanked me for helping her all semester long and helping her graduate. I said it was no problem. It was almost 9:00PM and she asked me to walk her out. Her boyfriend would be here shortly to pick her up. I walked her to the courtyard. We said goodnight and she turned to walk to the parking lot.

“So I take it tonight was a one time thing, considering you have a boyfriend and are graduating and all that…” I asked sheepishly before she could walk away.

She giggled… “I forgot to tell you, babe… Yes, I am gradating… but I also got into a Master’s program here next year. So enjoy your summer and be ready to tutor me next year.”

“What about your boyfriend?” I asked her, naively missing her innuendo.

“Let me worry about him… you just worry about keeping your new girlfriend happy like you did tonight…” she replied as she turned to walk away… “Oh, and babe, summer break is only for physical ‘tutoring’. I fully expect you to ‘tutor’ me over the phone and texts all summer long… so sext me tomorrow?”

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