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.