Daydream (part 1)(Current Rating 80/100, based on 24 votes)
Lynn can’t stop thinking about her professor. She has had him for the last four months and the end of the semester was fast approaching. He taught her history 101 class, her last general education requirement before graduating. Lynn thought the class would be boring, that she would have to fight to stay awake during those 75 minutes twice a week.
Four months ago Lynn walked into the huge classroom and moved close to the front in an attempt to stay awake during the class. She set out her books, pushed down her skirt and started to fiddle with her shirt while she waited. She played with the button just above her cleavage, which was a little too large in her opinion. Lynn had just pushed the button through hole as she heard the briefcase land on the desk a few feet in front of her.
He introduced himself as Ryan Davis. Lynn couldn’t help but think about how handsome he was, in a cute flustered way. Ryan Davis was about average height, slim and looked so charming in his dress pants and button-up white shirt. Lynn wanted to get up and smooth the few hairs that were flying up on his head. As he went on to say that the students could call him Ryan, Mr. Davis or Professor, Lynn couldn’t help but stare at his mouth and the mustache above. It had little streaks of gray in the blond hair. The lips underneath looked gentle and kissable. Lynn’s mind wandered further as Professor Davis spoke about what will be covered in the course of the class.
Lynn hadn’t had a date in a little while and hadn’t really thought about making love with a man in a while. Still, now she found herself wondering how his lips would feel on hers. Unknowingly, Lynn lifted her finger to rub over her lips. She imagined kissing Mr. Davis; it thrilled her to think of him as that, her professor. Lynn pictured his hands around her waist, fingers digging into her side. She watched him talk but in her mind she saw desire on his face. She saw that handsome older man wanting her, touching her, holding her close. As Lynn started to daydream her finger ran down her throat, down the V of her shirt to rub her cleavage. She was so lost in the dream that she didn’t notice Mr. Davis’ eyes follow the movement of her finger. At that moment Lynn was picturing Ryan pulling her clothes from her body and stroking his hands over her. Lynn imagined them alone in the large classroom, the sound of their breathing filling the room and his naked body pressed alo
ng hers. She could feel his large warm body tight against her pale curves, his chest hair rough against her hardening, sensitive nipples. Lynn’s body started to get damp and she wiggled in her chair, enjoying her daydream.
As Lynn was lost in her daydream, Ryan Davis kept glancing at her. He wasn’t sure why his eyes kept going to the cute woman near the front. She was pretty but not stunning. Her eyes, a lovely light blue, stayed on him but so did most of the students. She had short curly hair that framed her oval shape. Ryan kept glancing at her as he introduced himself and started to talk about the class. He cleared his throat as he lost track of his thoughts when she ran her finger over her pink lips. He had to stand behind his desk as his eyes followed her finger down to her cleavage. Ryan had to make himself look away as he got a glimpse of the soft curve of her breast. Her breasts were so full; he couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel in his hands. Ryan started to picture working her buttons undone, but pulled his thoughts back as he realized that he had stopped talking. Again he cleared his throat and continued on.
Lynn could feel her white cotton panties get wet from her daydream and that aroused her even more. She saw her professor lift her naked body onto his desk at the front of the room. She could almost feel his hands running over her body as she touched and stroked any parts of him that she could reach. In her daydream, her professor was so hard for her, rubbing the length of his cock against her leg. She reached to grab his hardness but he pushed her down on the cold desk. Her nipples got even harder, dark pink against the rest of her light skin. His hands move over her body, making Lynn shiver in pleasure. She lifts her legs onto the table, legs bent and spread. Her hips lifting, urging his hands down farther to touch the part of her body that ached. When his fingers reach her wet pussy, her hips buck and she moans in pleasure.
“Ohhh, Professor Davis, touch my pussy” Lynn moans in her daydream.
Professor Davis takes her up on her offer and pushes his fingers into her cunt, feeling her walls as they slide in. Two fingers deep in her cunt, his thumb on her throbbing clit. Lynn imagines the heat in Professor Davis’ eyes as he finger-fucks her. It drives her wild and she rocks her hip, moving on his fingers. She can feel them moving inside her, touching all her sensitive parts, his thumb pushing down on her clit. Professor Davis pulls his fingers out of her dripping pussy, looks into Lynn’s eyes and then sucks off his wet fingers as he rubs his cock head between her lips. Lynn lifts her hips in invitation and he slowly slides the rock hard length of his cock inside her.
Inside her seat in the full classroom, Lynn grabbed her desk and wiggled more. She moved her pen around her paper, pretending to take notes as she imagined her professor fucking her on his desk.
Lynn lifts up on her elbows to watch the slide of Professor Davis’ cock insider her pussy. His shaft is covered with her shiny juices when he pulls out, almost all the way. His grip on her hips tightens as he thrusts hard back inside her body. Lynn’s inner muscles contract, her body so aroused. She loses herself to the feel of his cock moving in and out. Her head falls back and she feels her body get tight. Lynn hears Professor Davis call out her name, but strangely it’s not in a passionate voice, then again.
Lynn blinked and focused her eyes. She looked up to see her professor looking around as he called her name once more. Lynn raised her hand quickly and yelled out that she was present. As Professor Davis’ eyes caught hers and held she could feel herself blush. He made a note on his paper and her eye caught sight of the ring on his left hand. She pressed her legs close together and pulled her skirt down farther as she looked away, embarrassed for having such thoughts about a married man. Still, she looked up and when he again looked her way, she couldn’t help but enjoy the way her clit still throbbed in her white cotton panties.
Author: Kate |
