I had noticed Eric’s lingering glances for weeks, his eyes following me as I moved around the room, teaching my class with a newfound energy. At 40, I was twice his age, but that didn’t seem to deter him. If anything, it only seemed to fuel his desire.
One evening, after the last student had left, I found him waiting for me in the empty classroom. “Lucy,” he said, his voice husky, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I’ve noticed,” I replied, moving closer to him. “And what exactly is it about me that has you so captivated?”
He looked at me, his gaze intense. “Everything,” he said simply. “The way you move, the way you talk, the way you make me feel.”
I reached out, running a finger down his cheek. “And how do I make you feel, Eric?” I asked, my voice low.
“Like I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here on this desk,” he replied, his hand moving to grip my hip.
I laughed, the sound throaty. “Well, who am I to deny you?” I said, pulling him closer.
His lips crashed onto mine, his tongue demanding entry. I opened for him, moaning as he explored my mouth, his hand moving to cup my breast. I arched into his touch, feeling my nipples harden under the thin fabric of my shirt.
He broke the kiss, moving his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. I moaned, my hands moving to his belt, undoing it quickly. I pushed his pants down, my hand wrapping around his hard cock. He groaned, his hips thrusting into my hand.
I moved away from him, walking over to the desk. I hiked up my skirt, revealing my bare pussy to him. “Is this what you want?” I asked, my voice low.
He growled, moving towards me. He pushed me down onto the desk, spreading my legs wide. He knelt between them, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked at my pussy.
He stood up, positioning himself at my entrance. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck me, Eric,” I demanded, my voice low.
He thrust into me, filling me completely. I moaned, my back arching off the desk. He began to move, his hips slamming into mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my orgasm building. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed it in circles, sending me over the edge.
I screamed his name, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. He pulled out, spilling his seed onto my stomach.
We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. He leaned down, kissing me softly. “That was amazing,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
I smiled, running a hand through his hair. “I’m glad you think so,” I replied, my voice filled with satisfaction.
As we lay there, I couldn’t help but think that this was the start of something wonderful. Age didn’t matter, not when the passion was this strong. I looked forward to exploring this newfound connection, to discovering all the ways we could make each other feel good.
And as I looked into Eric’s eyes, I knew that he felt the same way. This was just the beginning.
I had noticed Eric’s lingering glances for weeks, his eyes following me as I moved around the room, teaching my class with a newfound energy. At 40, I was twice his age, but that didn’t seem to deter him. If anything, it only seemed to fuel his desire.
One evening, after the last student had left, I found him waiting for me in the empty classroom. “Lucy,” he said, his voice husky, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I’ve noticed,” I replied, moving closer to him. “And what exactly is it about me that has you so captivated?”
He looked at me, his gaze intense. “Everything,” he said simply. “The way you move, the way you talk, the way you make me feel.”
I reached out, running a finger down his cheek. “And how do I make you feel, Eric?” I asked, my voice low.
“Like I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here on this desk,” he replied, his hand moving to grip my hip.
I laughed, the sound throaty. “Well, who am I to deny you?” I said, pulling him closer.
His lips crashed onto mine, his tongue demanding entry. I opened for him, moaning as he explored my mouth, his hand moving to cup my breast. I arched into his touch, feeling my nipples harden under the thin fabric of my shirt.
He broke the kiss, moving his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. I moaned, my hands moving to his belt, undoing it quickly. I pushed his pants down, my hand wrapping around his hard cock. He groaned, his hips thrusting into my hand.
I moved away from him, walking over to the desk. I hiked up my skirt, revealing my bare pussy to him. “Is this what you want?” I asked, my voice low.
He growled, moving towards me. He pushed me down onto the desk, spreading my legs wide. He knelt between them, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked at my pussy.
He stood up, positioning himself at my entrance. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck me, Eric,” I demanded, my voice low.
He thrust into me, filling me completely. I moaned, my back arching off the desk. He began to move, his hips slamming into mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my orgasm building. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed it in circles, sending me over the edge.
I screamed his name, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. He pulled out, spilling his seed onto my stomach.
We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. He leaned down, kissing me softly. “That was amazing,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
I smiled, running a hand through his hair. “I’m glad you think so,” I replied, my voice filled with satisfaction.
As we lay there, I couldn’t help but think that this was the start of something wonderful. Age didn’t matter, not when the passion was this strong. I looked forward to exploring this newfound connection, to discovering all the ways we could make each other feel good.
And as I looked into Eric’s eyes, I knew that he felt the same way. This was just the beginning.
