Author: TheLuckyProfessor

I [posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z0egn5/mf_i_spent_the_best_summer_of_my_43m_life_fucking/) a few weeks ago about my summer affair with my (tall, blonde, gorgeous, stacked) ex-grad student. A few people have asked me if I have any stories about particular moments with her. Most of our sex took place indoor—my bedroom, the couch, in the shower, even in the kitchen—but here’s a time that was a little bit unusual.

My house has a back deck, and sometimes she would come over and lay out in the sun. Topless. I knew the neighbors in several adjacent properties could see my deck, but I didn’t care—in fact, I enjoyed it. Divorced, in my mid-40s, and here I was with a 20-something blonde goddess strolling around my property, her extraordinary tits exposed. It felt good. And she didn’t mind it, either.

So one Saturday she was laying out with a paperback folded next to her (Lolita, of all things), bare breasts pressed against the towel-covered chair, the thong-clad curve of her ass arching upwards to the sky. She’d just been for a swim and her skin was dotted with beads of water. She was a gorgeous sight, and I couldn’t help myself; I snapped a picture on my phone to remember the moment. Read more »

This was five years ago. I still remember when she walked into my seminar on the first day of the spring semester. I’d long since learned to deal with the fact that some students are attractive, but she was another level. Tall and blonde, at once graceful and gawky, seemingly not entirely in control of her long legs, and a wide, wry smile—her mouth was a little too big, in a Julia Roberts way—that told you she was aware of it. Her touch of awkwardness only made her sexier—she wore a wide, wry smile, as if to apologize for being so impossibly hot. Her voice was lower than you’d expect, and her default tone was gentle sarcasm. Tattoos on both arms suggested another side to her I couldn’t help but wonder about.

On top of all of that—let’s get out with it—she had a spectacular set of breasts, buoyant but far too large for her narrow frame. (But, as I learned, entirely natural). The effect was stunning, and she knew it, but she never relied on it—she sharp as a tack and didn’t need to. Read more »