The assignment

She was recently added to his philosophy class, however she was slightly older than most of his students. Returning to school to complete some courses was somewhat hard to adjust to after having left the school for more than a decade. She walked into his class discreetly, smiled at him and found a sit at the back. She opened her note book and began trying to catch up with the class. As she looked around, she noticed that most of the class was almost half her age...she was 34 and most of them did not look a day older than 18. Then, she looked up at the teacher, she estimated him to be in his late 40's, handsome, soft spoken and sexy; she smiled and immediately came back to the reality of why she was there.

As the minutes passed, everything was getting more and more confusing. She felt as though anything he was saying made no sense. Panicked, for a moment, she just tried to concentrate, however classes had been started for two weeks and to her it felt like 2 months. When class was dismissed, she picked up all of her belongings and headed to his desk. "Mr. Randall?" He looked up and said: " Yes, ms....? Can I help you?" A little hesitant, she began to explain her situation about going back to school and having to adjust to the curriculum given. Then explaining how today's class had really made no sense to her. "Is there a class or some kind of tutoring that I could get in order to get back up to pace?" He smiled and explained that unfortunately none of these were available. Looking at her, he thought to himself that she was attractive, and her smile was so inviting. He wondered for a second, but then immediately reminded himself that it was just a foolish thought.

Looking at her, he noticed that she was nervous and she seem to be so diligent... "You know what? I have a class that finishes at 4pm, if you're free meet me back here and I will try and get you updated. Ok?" She just smiled and sighed out of relief, thanked him for his understanding and compassion and confirmed that she would be back at 4pm. As she left his class room, she felt so relieved and a little bit flattered that he would offer to help her this way.

At lunch time, she was sitting outside in the sun, revising her schedule as she ate her way through the sandwich she has picked up at the cafeteria. Mr. Johnson was on his way to his car to go home for lunch when he noticed her sitting there. As he walked by her, he smiled and nodded. She simply smiled back and watched him as he walked away. As soon as he drove off with his car, she began revising her schedule again and finishing up her lunch.

Later that day....

It was about 3h45 when she got out of her last class so she hurried to make it back to Mr. Johnson's class as she could not afford to be late. After all, he was doing her a great favor. As she got to the door, she caught her breath and straightens herself out before knocking on the door that was already opened. As she looked in, Mr. Randall had already dismissed his class and was looking over some papers. “Knock! Knock! Mr. Johnson?" she said. " Oh, Hi Julia! Come right in!" he said with a smile. Putting her bag down, she walked over to the desk in front of him and put the remaining books that were in her hands down. "Sit down; I was just looking over some papers that may help you get a better knowledge of where we are at in this Philosophy class." Walking toward the front of his desk, he leaned on it, as he began explaining each paper. It was hard for her to concentrate, as his smile was so friendly that is was almost inviting. However, the goal here was not to get lost in the teacher's looks but catching up on the subject he thought every day. “How long have you been a Philosophy teacher?" she asked. “Way too long my dear!” he said with a wink.

He spent well over an hour, helping her out with not only his class curriculum but a lot of school and studying methods that were now in style. After all, she had not set foot in a school for over 15 years, she was really outdated. Finally, after an hour, she thanked him for all his help and insisted on not taking up more of his time. She shook his hand and left. He just watched as she left his class room with a faint smile. Somehow, she had something.. What? he did not know, but something that certainly did not leave him indifferent toward her.

A couple of weeks went by, and she had been catching up on pretty much all of her classes. The routine was setting in rather well and she was feeling much more at ease with Mr. Johnson's class. During the weeks, that had passed he had assisted her a few times on some homework, but never more than 10-15 mins after class just to give her a few pointers. She was really grateful to have him act like a mentor. But today, she had gotten a big assignment to complete for her history class. Her mind was distracted about getting the right books in order to ace the assignment. She loved history and needed those grades more than anything. Mr. Johnson went on about teaching his class, but he noticed she was distracted and not as attentive as usual. When class was dismissed, he asked if she could stay a moment, as he wanted to have a word with her.

As the other students left, she stayed at her desk and waited for him to address her. Walking over to her, he immediately asked: “Is everything alright Julia?" “Oh yes, Mr. Johnson, I am just excited about an assignment I have to do, and I guess my mind is already getting into the process. But no worries, I paid attention to your class! “She then smiled upon completing her response.

“Fine, good then" he said. The chemistry between both could be felt anytime they were near each other, but as good professor and such a mature student, they simply dismissed all of the signs. “oh, I'd better get going then." she said. "I need to stop at the library to find some books" . He turned and smiled, and then made a point of underlining the age gap with the students by reminding her that most would be researching the internet. She smiled back and said: “there is nothing like reading out of a book to me." and she giggled.

He then told her he had a great library of history books at home. "What will your assignment be on exactly?"... “I am thinking French revolution...if I can find what I need." Mr. Johnson then went to explain that he had a whole series on the subject. "If you'd like I could always bring them by to you tonight if you don’t leave too far? They are pretty big and heavy so I don’t think it would be good for me to bring them here. It would be too heavy for you to carry with you." She smiled, as she really had her heart set on this project. She agreed to have him bring her the books later that evening, leaving him her address and cell phone number. She then went on to thank him for everything he had done for her thus far. Telling him that he was a real life saver for her.

Later that evening....

Her cell phone rang right as she prepared herself dinner.

-" hello?" she said.
-" Hi, Julia, it's Phillip"
-" Phillip?"
-" Mr. Johnson"
-" Oh! Hi!"
-" I am downstairs with the books, may I come up?"
-"Oh, yes, certainly, the door is open"
-"See you in a moment, then..."

and they hung up.

Waiting for him at the door, she was dressed in jeans, with a v-neck black molded t-shirt. Eating a piece of bread, she greeted him and excused herself for having a mouth full. “I was just fixing up dinner... so sorry" He smiled, and thought nothing of it. He stood there with a box filled with books for her. “Oh, put those down on the coffee table in the living room, those must be really heavy" she said as she pointed to the table. He walked over to the table, and notices the simple but rather exquisite taste she had. Everything was neat and had its own place it seemed. “You know, Mr. Johnson, I could never thank you enough..." He interrupted her immediately and said: “call me Phillip". Hesitant for a second, she went on: “Well, Phillip, I am really grateful for what you have done for me. I don’t know how I could ever repay you." He smiled and said: “no need to repay and no worries ok? It is my pleasure". She went on to ask if anyone was expecting him for dinner. He grinned, and said no, my wife is away on a business trip and "I ...well, I will pick something up on the way."
She immediately objected. Telling him that she was making pasta and had plenty for two. “Please, I know we are professor/student but it would really be nice not to eat alone don't you think?" He was nervous for a moment. “It really does smell good in here" he said to buy some time of response. “Then it's settled, you are staying" and she walked back to the kitchen. He followed behind her, removing his jacket as there was no choice given. She stood at the counter stirring a sauce and then went on to pour each of them a glass of wine.
Not wanting to feel un useful, he helped set the table and they both sat down to share dinner together. The conversation just flowed as they talked about their lives, their pasts.... The conversation was easy between them; it was almost as though they had known each other for a life time. By the time their plates had been emptied, they knew much about each other and the bottle of wine was empty.
They laughed as they noticed that they had drunk it all. It was Friday night after all, so really it did not matter. Phillip helped with the dishes and they moved to the living room for desert as she wanted to look over some of the books he had brought her.

Having yet more wine with desert, he sat of the sofa as she sat directly on the floor examining every book in the box. She was astonished at the collection he had and being a great fan of history this only brought out her thurst for knowledge. He just sat back and smiled as she explained how she was just carried away by tales of history that brought us where we are today. Being a Philosophy teacher, he knew just how to examine her every thought and this just made a bigger elaboration of the subject between them. Upon opening one book, there was a picture of what the French revolution era looked like. So kneeling she stretched over to him and began showing him and elaborating her thoughts for her assignment. As she did, he was only gazing at her. Fighting the thoughts of how sexy he found her to be. How her eyes just shined and her smile warm, her lips voluptuous, her scent sweet and invigorating... He was listening to every word she said, but somehow his thoughts were hard to keep in place. At one point, she rested her hand of his lap while pointing to another painting of the time. As he felt the warmth of her touch, his heart just began racing as his male organ immediately spasm from the pleasure of feeling her touch. Leaning forward to stop the growth of the organ, he found himself to rest his hand on top of hers and he just conversed as though nothing was happening. However, when his hand rested on top of hers, she simply lost track of her thoughts leaving her to pause with her words. She looked up at him a little bit shy, and blamed the skip of thoughts on the wine. " Wheewww, I can't even think anymore, I think it's time to slow down on the wine" she said in a very coquettish tone. Immediately standing, she asked if he would like a nice coffee. He smiled and said yes.

She walked away to the kitchen, but he remained in his seat for a few seconds. Time to let the excitement release from both his thoughts and his body. She kept talking to him nervously as she brewed a fresh pot of coffee. She knew she was attracted to him not only physically to intellectually too. He was easy to talk too, down to earth, intelligent, handsome, charming.... She shook her head as she poured the coffee, reminding herself that he was her teacher.

Getting up to see if she needed any help, he walked into the kitchen as she walked out with the hot cups of coffee at hand. Not seeing each other coming, she pushed one cup right into his stomach causing it to spill. He jumped as the burn of the hot liquid on his skin. She immediately apologized over and over feeling terrible about the incident. He was wearing a white shirt, which was now stained with coffee. Telling him to remove it for her to wash it immediately, he kept saying it was fine. But being a little drunk, she began insisting as she felt terrible. Rushed, she began untying his top button, not realizing the effect of her actions. As she moved on to the next and next button he kept saying: “No, it's fine Julia" but she just kept persisting removing his shirt in seconds. As she revealed his bare chest, she noticed the red mark on his stomach from the burn. Barely touching with her fingers, she apologized again. But as her finger glided across his burning skin, they just went silent. Looking down, her finger moved slowly across his wounded skin and his skin quivered under her touch. Lifting her chin, he said nothing and simply brought his lips to meet hers. Very softly, he kissed her lips. Her mouth barely opened, she just inhaled and kissed him back gently. Pulling away for a second, his eyes met hers and a great silence filled the dim hallway where they were standing. Letting his shirt fall to the floor, she then stretched up on her tippy toes, and just went in to kiss him a second time. This time more passionately. Pushing him toward her bedroom, she just kept kissing him. Lifting her as the height difference between them made it hard to walk while kissing; he simply carried her to the bed.

Both their hearts were racing. As this was defended fruit for many reasons. He was her teacher, a married man... but the temptation was greater to both of them. As their tongues danced sensually in each others mouths, the excitement between them rose at a quick pace. It was as though both of them had release the wall of common sense, of responsible adult laws. Fed by only their passion and yearning they had nothing holding them back any longer.

Reaching her bed, he simply rested her body down, as his lips found their way to her ear and neck. Kissing him in return they took turns nibbling at each other. His chest already bare permitted her to kiss her way down a little. Lying across her body, permitted them to be face to face to embrace this moment of lust that overcame both of them.

Kissing his way across her neck, he gently brushed his lips over her breast still covered by her t-shirt as his lips made their way across her arm to her hand. Looking at her, his lips gently pressed up against her skin as he let them glide gently across the top of her hand. She inhaled deeply. His other hand went to hers and he pulled her up slowly. Removing her shirt, he simply admired her naked skin hiding only her breast with a laced black bra. No lights were on in the bedroom, but the light of the kitchen reflected on the walls leaving them with a dim shadowed vision of the other. The room smelled of a faded scent of her perfume and the air was heavy with lust.

Pushing him onto his back, she climbed over him. Pressing her pelvis into his hardness, she reached up behind her back and releases the tie of her bra leaving it fall to the floor. Taking both of his hands, she brought them up to rest on her naked breast in a very seductive manner. He immediately caressed her skin, and as he did, he could feel her nipples grow harder and harder within his hands. "Hmmm" she moaned as she felt the warmth of his touch. After a moment, she leaned her bare chest against his and began kissing him very sensually on the mouth. The apartment was so quiet, that only their breathing could be heard and the faint smack sound from their lips coming apart for a second and back in for a more passionate French kiss. His hands caressed her back side as their lips remained locked together. Her hips began pushing and rubbing against his hardness. Though, they both still were wearing pants, they could both feel the arousal on each other.

As they kept kissing for quite a while, she could sense a little hesitation from him. Leaning toward is ear, she reassured him by telling him to relax. Kissing her way from his neck to his chest, her hands caressed around the area she was kissing. Sliding lower, she unzipped his pants, removing both them and his underwear. His breath was short and fast, and she could feel his anxiety. Looking up at him she smiled as his head just leaned back and she whispered for him to close his eyes.

Sitting up between his legs, she just let the tips of her fingers glide from his shoulders down his arms, back up his chest, barely touching his skin. A little like brushing against the fuzz of a peach. When her hands reached his pelvis, her fingers simply outlined the head of his arousal. Her touch was soft, gentle, warm... he groaned as she did this. Then with one finger, she slid down the length of his arousal down to his testicular cupping them into her hand in a slight squeezing motion. Now with her hand flat open, she pushed her way back up his hard cock and wrapped her hand around it. Tightening her hold, she brought her mouth down and just with the tip of her tongue circled her lick very gently around the head. As her hand gently stroked is erection, her mouth simply remained opened as her tongue just teased him very gently. Licking a little more, she then lifted her head and back down to the base of his hardness. With a stiff tongue she simply glided the tip all the way up it very slowly. Hmmm, she moaned to make him feel how she enjoyed this. In the past, no oral sex had ever really aroused him. But her gentleness, her sweet soft touch just overtook him. Feeling his hardness increase, she then brought her mouth to the tip and gently slipped it into her mouth. Tightening her cheeks as she pulled up, he felt a slight suction entice his desire. Moving up and down, as her hand caressed his chest while the other simply held his erection up, she gently indulged herself into his male organ. Her movements were soft and very sexy. Her mouth was warm and her saliva just increased the pleasure of feeling her mouth glide up and down on him. After a moment, she simply moved up and kissed her way back up his body.

As she got at the top, she let herself fall to his side and pulled him half over her. Kissing his lips again, she just got lost in the intimacy their were sharing. His hand travelled down to her pelvis and he immediately unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hand in. Slowly sliding in, he felt her breathing increase as she inhaled deep at the excitement of feeling him so closed to her mound. Lifting her lips, she immediately pushed off her own pants in order to ease the access for him. Laying there with but her low waist black laced undies, he simply brushed his hands over the outer layer. He could feel her wetness through the material between her legs. And as she felt the brush of his touch, she jumped at the shock wave it sent deep within her.

Holding on to his neck, she whispered for him to touch her. “Phillip, touch me before I melt away" and she kissed his neck some more. Spreading her legs wide for him, he obeyed her request. Sliding his hand inside her laced cover, he glided gently over the opening coming back to press in against it. She squirmed at the feel of his touch in such a private area. Pressing harder he began to caress her wetness leaving her even more aroused and moaning slightly. “Oh, Phillip!" she groaned as her body was tormented by her yearning of wanting this moment so bad. As they kept kissing, she caressed his back side as he kept caressing her breast and pussy.
This foreplay of passion was gentle, romantic and mesmerizing to both.

After a while, his hand stayed on her wetness and persisted in a little more intense sexual pleasure. His hand just motioned a circle as his fingers rested on her clit. He could see he was pleasuring her as he body began to move and her hips pressed up against his touch. " oh, yes darling... hmmmmm this feel sooo good" she said in a very low tone. Her eyes were closed and a faint smile on her lips told him he was moving in the right direction. Her lips rather large covered her much swelled clit but he could feel the erected member under his touch. Her hips moved in sync with his touch and slowly she worked her way up to her first peek of pleasure. Pulling her head into his shoulder, she moaned gently, but he could feel by the tug of her arm around his neck, that she had climax. Within the following seconds, her arm released and she fell deeper into the feather pillow on which her head has been resting. Her eyes remained shut and he could not resist bringing his lips to hers once more. Kissing her gently and softly, he sealed the pleasure he had just given her.

Pulling him closer, she said in a very low and aroused tone: “make love to me Phillip". Bringing himself over her, he grabbed his hardness and brought it to the opening of her wetness. Really slippery from her previous orgasm, he fell into the opening rather quickly. Holding on to his shoulders as he pushed in deep with her... she simply gasp and feeling him invade her and immediately followed with a moan of contentment. Pushing in gently, he simply pleasured her with the slow pace thrust letting her feel every single detail of their intimate connection. Feeling their bodies connect into one, the desire also became one as their love making progressed into a sensual play of seduction and romance.

The both moaned at the pleasure being felt. Leaning his body completely along hers, resting his elbows right over her shoulders as her hands rested on his back. "Hmmmmm" oooooooooh Phillip she murmured. " Juuuulia.... I've have wanted you for so long now". They exchanged their affection for one another as their love making, though traditional, was rightly defined for the moment. As he felt the walls of her vaginal passage tighten, he knew she was building to more pleasure, her waist began to circle pressing up against his pelvic bone. “Oh yes, Phillip" and she guided his speed with the movement of her hips. As he began to thrust faster with the movement of her hips, she pressed up hard enough to just hit against her clit with every thrust he gave her. The pleasure mounted quickly as he could feel her vaginal muscle pulsate along his hardness. She began to moan and hold on tighter to his back. He began to kiss her very passionately as she pushed in deeper and harder with every second. Her muscles tighten and released so much against him that it began tickle his peek of climax. “Oh yes, Yes, YES Y E E S S S Philip and she just clenched on to him as her body released the pleasure that had been building. Her orgasm was so strong that she just pulsated very tightly around his erection bringing him to follow within seconds with her. As she pushed and pulled out of her, they exchanged in a very powerful height of pleasure. He groaned as the juices of his excitement poured deep within her, and as her pleasured extended, she just tighten even more around him as her womb just contracted endlessly and swallowed the fruit of his passion.

Hmmmm, she moaned one more time as he left himself fall to her side. As he did, she rolled over to hers, and brought his hand to her pussy. Guiding his hand, she rested hers on top of his and pleasured herself one more time with his touch. This time being in control, she simply masturbated before him with his hand leaving him aroused once more and very excited at the sight of her foreplay... Never had a woman done this to him and he found the erotic play to be very enticing... She smiled as her orgasm ceased and asked him to spend the night....