Fireworks with the professor

 

 

I was going to see the town fireworks with my professor. I guess she found my address from the registrar; and, my parents were glad to meet her. They didn’t know that I had slept with her in order to pass a class. It was chilly, so we huddled underneath the blanket together. Soon, I felt her hand creep up my thigh. I jumped and asked her what she was doing. She said that grades had been submitted, but she still could change mine; and she also mentioned how sweet my father was and how proud he was of me.

I tried to relax while she unzipped my jeans and cupped my pussy. She took my hand and pushed against her crotch; my heart skipped a beat when I realized that she did not have any panties underneath her skirt. Her warm wet pussy was already swollen and ready for me. I rubbed her clit as she guided my fingers with the location and speed. Her expert hands moved my clit in circles and I was again surprised at how good she could make me feel. The fireworks lit up the sky as we both groaned and came against each other’s hands. Now, I didn’t really mind that she had showed up!

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