[FM] Seduced by an older professor at academic conference (PART 1)

I’m a female PhD student in my mid-twenties, usually a fairly shy and innocent bookworm type of girl, but with a sweet face and a fit body. A few weeks ago, I was at this huge academic conference with over a thousand participants. I quickly began to feel lost and overwhelmed due to the number of people and me not knowing anyone there. But just as lunch on the first day was coming to an end, I spotted a familiar face in the crowd: a professor who had been a visiting scholar at my university the past semester. I seriously thought I was dreaming because this guy had been somewhat of an object of my interest when he had been in our department. He was extremely flirtatious and had given me long looks and smiles that made me blush, but we’d never really spoken that much before. He was much older than me, probably somewhere in his forties, tall, dark, handsome, and radiating charisma. When I saw him there at the conference, I kind of just stood and stared at him in disbelief. He noticed me almost right away, and of course began to smile in his familiar flirtatious way as he recognized me and made his way over.

We made small-talk for a while. He was already standing really close to me, and my eyes couldn’t help take in the broad chest and the muscular arms that tight shirt revealed. He definitely noticed me looking, because he asked if I wanted to join him in skipping the next panel and go for a drink instead so we could gossip about the professors in my department.

I agreed and we went to the bar in the hotel where the conference was being held. One drink quickly lead to more. He made me laugh a lot and there was an unmistakable sexual tension rising between us. I was already wet by the time he asked if I wanted to just skip the rest of the day’s conference activities and join him for more drinks in his hotel room. I wasn’t hard to convince.

His hotel room had a balcony with a fantastic view of the sea outside. We opened a bottle of champagne and sat outside in the afternoon sun, drinking, talking and laughing. At one point he eyed me seductively and asked if I had been under a lot of stress preparing for the conference because my neck and shoulders looked tense. I admitted that I’d been stressed out, which was true, and he offered to give me a massage.

“If you lie down on the bed, I’ll give you the best massage you’ve ever had,” he promised. “But it’s better if you’re naked.”

Of course I couldn’t resist his offer and his intense smile. I allowed him to lead me back inside where I undressed in front of him, the effect of the alcohol giving me the courage to meet his eyes as I did so. I climbed onto the huge hotel bed and lay down on my stomach. For a few seconds, nothing happened, but I could feel him standing before the bed, taking in the sight of my naked body. I then felt the weight of his body on his bed. Fully clothed, he positioned himself on top of me, one knee on either side of my butt, and began to massage my back and shoulders. It felt heavenly. It didn’t take long before his hands started to focus on my lower back. He moved further down on the bed, and I unintentionally let out a moan as his hands slowly slid down my inner thighs and the back of my legs.

“Do you like that?” He teased.

I let out a feeble “yes,” overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure and calm his massage was giving me.

His hands moved back up my inner thighs and gripped my butt-cheeks, causing me to moan even louder this time. I was dripping wet and desperate for his hands to move towards my crotch. At this point, however, he paused. I cast a glance back towards him, and saw that he was removing his shirt. The next second I felt his weight on my body again, his naked chest pressing against my back and his lips seeking out my ear.

“You are so hot,” he whispered just as he ran his fingers across my pussy lips. “I want to fuck you so badly”.

I gasped as he suddenly slipped a finger deep inside of me while his palm rested against my butt. When his finger started to slip in and out, I squirmed in pleasure and excitement.

“Please…” I moaned.

Before I had time to beg further, he shifted his weight again and in one swift movement his hands forced me to turn around and lie on my back. He held his face close to mine, eye-fucking me with that intense stare of his. Meanwhile, his hand began massaging my stomach and breasts, and soon after his lips started tracing kisses down my body.

My eyes rolled back in pleasure when his lips found my pussy. For what seemed like an eternity his lips teased my clit with circular movements while he fucked me with his fingers. I could feel an orgasm building, but to my frustration, just as I was close, he stopped pleasuring me. In desperation I looked up at him now standing on his knees in front of me on the bed. From the sly smile on his face, I could tell he knew exactly what he was doing.

Without taking his eyes off me, he started undoing his belt. “Are you ready for me?” He asked.

I could do nothing but nod in acquiescence as I took in the sight of the enormous bulge that had formed along his thigh.

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