Friday, December 7, 2007

Caught in the act, on her knees

Ah, youth. My abstemious week wasn’t helped today by walking in on some canoodling by two of my younger co-workers. I made a short cut through a conference room and found James seated lordly in a chair, with Megan on her knees enthusiastically sucking his cock.

All I saw at first was motion: her head with a helmet of golden blond hair rising and falling on his crotch; his eyes falling back in his head, I was just a few feet away and they didn’t even notice. I admit I watched for a moment, getting very aroused. Then I, “a-hem-ed” and they hastily tried to put themselves back together.

“Have fun, kids, but don’t get caught,” I laughed as I walked away. Not everybody in my very respectable institution would have been as forgiving. Which is not to say I don’t know where many hypocritical bodies are buried. But I loved it. It’s always good to see there’s passion in the world.

Watching Megan service young James reminded me of the first time I sucked a cock on my knees. It certainly wasn’t the last. I was an undergraduate and meeting with one of my professors, whom I had an insane crush on. He was incredibly worldly, poetic, intellectual and appealing, especially to me at 20.

While I had flirted with him, and knew friends who had slept with their professors, I never had any sense he wanted me. Until the day I was in his office going over a paper I had turned in. We ended up sitting close as he went through some long forgotten nuance of something-or-other, and suddenly he leaned over, took my face in his hands, and kissed me passionately. It was the most romantic and adult thing that had yet happened to me.

I vividly remember spontaneously falling to my knees in front of him as I caressed his legs and crotch, and then freed his cock from inside his zipper. The head was nearly purple it was so engorged, and I happily took it in my mouth. I stayed down there as I gave him a major working over, licking the shaft, lightly running my tongue over the head, then taking it all inside my mouth and moving up and down as I sucked with increasing fervor. He was probably 50, but in my hands and mouth he was as hard as a 20-year-old.

I imagine I looked much like young Megan, only with red hair. Well, the prof was in heaven, moaning and stroking my hair, urging me on. I felt very plugged into the moves that turned him on.

Everything I had learned so far in my elite liberal arts education said that this was an outrageous example of the oppressive patriarchy: a woman on her knees before the phallus of male dominance. But everything in my quivering young bod said, fuck it -- I want that cock in my mouth, feeling every pulse and throb. While I licked and sucked, I could feel my panties drench. My denim miniskirt was riding up above my butt. Anyone who would have walked in would have gotten quite a view!

I lost track of time, but soon he was bucking against my face and gasping. Then he grabbed me head and hair as he shot into my young mouth. I eagerly swallowed every bit of it. His come tasted bitter compared to what I had sampled from my college boyfriends, and it wasn’t in the same copious, thick quantities. But I felt like a real woman.

We met a couple of more times and did some serious screwing. It never turned into much more. But I remembered how aroused I was dropping to me knees and taking him in my mouth. I added it to my sexual repertoire, realizing that it made men feel really studly. But it turned me on, as well.

Since then, I’ve been on my knees in public a couple of times, nearly getting caught at a library once. And one lover nearly fell over when he was standing as I brought him off in a violent orgasm. What could be better? When a man lays me down on the edge of the bed and gets on his knees to give me a long, slow, expert licking.

Oh, I got an “A” in that class.


Pamela said...

Talk about a walk down memory lane, Linda. When I was a senior in high school, I got caught by a teacher when I was on my knees giving my boyfriend head. He had just come in my mouth and I jumped up so fast that semen was running down my face and onto my sweater.
Funny, that teacher never narc'ed us out. But he sure looked longingly on me after that day!

Citykid said...

Mmmm, Linda Sue, what a gorgeous story. I'm a professor myself, and I've dreamt of this happening. Sadly, these are different days . . .

roosterball said...

Hi Linda Sue I found out about your blog a couple of weeks ago and just today saw that you have a profile on LPSG. I guess even the the cyber world is a small world. I really look forward to your blog posts. Keep up the good work.

Anonymous said...

mfpsgLinda Sue you are my kind of woman. There is nothing more erotic than a beautiful woman down on her knees eagerly sucking on a hard cock until it explodes into her mouth and coats her throat and insides with hot satiny smooth cock cream. My wife, Emily, and I are both 40 plus and are avid practioners of oral delights and have a number of married couple friends that also enjoy sharing and swapping. When we get together with friends, she loves to delight me by getting on her knees to suck off the cocks and eat the cum of our male friends while I service the hot cunts of their wives with my tongue and suck up all that delicious free flowing cunt juice. Our sex life is fantastic- better than any adolescent fantasy than I ever had about the kind of sex life I hoped I would have.

Tiff said...

Citykid, on the off chance you read this, I want to talk to you. I want a word of advice.