Higher Education 
I was feeling a little remorseful as I left Abigail's office that
afternoon. I'm not entirely sure why, or even what was bothering me. I
was worried about my job for sure, but it was more than that. As I
have said, I was a somewhat na<ve guy, almost leading a sheltered life
to that point. Incredibly, it might have been that I was feeling like
I was using Abigail and not the other way around. However, I knew that
wasn't rational. Abigail wanted what happened. Hell, she set it up.
Still, when one is raised a certain way, it has an impact on how one
looks at the world. I was raised to respect women so it was against my
nature to treat them like I had Abigail. However, I have learned that
one can play many roles in life. Little did I know at that time that I
had the capacity to play them all.

As I headed back to my classroom, I passed Katie leaving the
administrative offices. She looked at me but didn't smile. I couldn't
read her face. Maybe she was angry at what I had done-pulling her into
the office like that. Or maybe she was jealous. I said "hi" anyway.
She mumbled something in response but I couldn't really hear her as
she hurried off.

I was worried about Katie's reaction, so at the end of the day I went
to her office. Her office was small like mine but much neater. She was
just cleaning up her desk as I walked in.

"Hi," I said, standing nervously in the doorway. I was almost afraid
to go into the room.

She looked up like she was expecting me. I saw her face turn red. She
looked back down and continued to clean up her desk without
responding.

"Katie, uh... about today... I... uh..." I had no idea what I was
going to say.

Again, she didn't answer. 

"Hey, can I buy you a drink or something?"

Katie paused and looked at me, her green eyes almost burning into me.
Surprisingly she said, "All right."

"Listen," I said, still searching for something to say as we walked
across campus, "I'm... uh... sorry about today."

"Let's wait until we get to the pub. I need a drink really bad."

It was early on Wednesday afternoon so the pub wasn't crowded yet. We
found a booth in the back and ordered drinks without otherwise
speaking. The silence was uncomfortable as we sat trying to avoid each
other's eyes.

Finally, when the drinks came and we had consumed about half, Katie
spoke. "I want... wanted to explain... why... you know why I was
leaving Dean VanBuren's house Sunday morning."

I tried not to show my surprise. Amazingly, she wasn't angry about
what I had done today but rather worried about being caught coming out
of Abigail's house.

"Katie, you don't have to explain your actions to me." But I really
wanted her to. It had to be a good story.

"I want to. Abigail... Dean VanBuren... has been good to me."

I had heard that before.

"I couldn't have ever gotten a job at such a prestigious college
without her. I'm only twenty-six and I'm already teaching college.
That's pretty good for a kid that wasn't anywhere near being a
valedictorian." She took a sip of her drink and I saw her hand
trembling.

I waited.

"She had a lot of great candidates to chose from, some with lots of
experience, but she chose me."

I knew how she felt.

"Dean VanBuren is a little different though. I... I... had never
been... you know... with a woman... before her."

She assumed that I knew that she had "been with" her. Her stay over
could have been innocent. Yea, right! Remember, I said I was na<ve.

"So you two are lovers?" I asked stupidly.

She looked startled and then blushed. "Uh... well... I guess, but I'm
certainly not the only one."

"You mean female?"

"Female, male... it doesn't really matter to Abi... Dean VanBuren."

"I think we know her well enough to call her Abigail," I said with a
smile.

"I guess so." For the first time Katie smiled. "I... I am not that...
uh you know... experienced sexually."

I must have looked skeptical because she said, "I'm not. I was...
am... a very shy person. When I was in high school and college, I
didn't think that highly of myself. I was just a skinny redhead with
braces."

I looked over at Katie and down at her rather large breasts and raided
my eyebrows. "I find that hard to believe. You're beautiful."

Katie blushed and whispered, "Thank you. But it's the truth. I was
really skinny. I gained about fifteen pounds after I graduated and I
think most of it went to my boobs and butt," she said and looked down
at her more than amble breasts, which sat high under her tight yellow
sweater. The nipples began to harden under my stare.

"Those were the right places," I said and she blushed again. 

We ordered another round.

"So, where were you coming from that morning?" she asked.

I was surprised by the question. I hadn't even thought about her
curiosity about where I had been. However, I'm sure she already knew
the answer.

"Maria... Abigail's housekeeper... and I... well, we got to know each
other." I think I blushed.

"She's very pretty."

I was going to say "And, one hot Latino," but that would have been
insensitive... I think. Instead I said, "She is a very nice woman."
And then added for some unknown reason, "Unfortunately she has a
boyfriend that was deported... lost his green card."

The new round of drinks came and Katie took a big drink. "So what was
going on in Abigail's office?" she asked tentatively.

I knew that question was going to come up. I had decided not to be
coy. "Abigail wanted me to tie her over the desk and fuck her ass," I
answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

Katie gasped and her pretty green eyes opened wide. She took another
drink and I could see that her hand begun to tremble again.

I leaned over and whispered, "Abigail is a very kinky lady."

Katie nodded without responding.

I pressed the conversation. "I've heard that she is pretty good at
eating pussy as well."

Katie showed her shock at the statement. I'm sure she wondered how I
knew. Then the expression on her face changed to one of recognition
and she said, "Maria?"

"Um huh! But Maria doesn't do her." I saw a surprised look on her
face. I figured I might as well ask the obvious question since I had
gone this far and said, "Do you do her?" I asked. I saw an almost
imperceptible nod. I smiled. "So we have something in common." I held
my glass up for a toast.

Katie smiled and blushed again. Then she lifted her glass and tapped
it to mine.

"Well, I guess we had better get going. I need to feed my dog." It was
the first thing that either of us had said that didn't have to do with
sex.

"You have a dog?" Katie asked. 

"Yes, a black lab."

"I love dogs but they won't let me have one in my apartment complex."

"I'm in a private home over on Barton Street... allowing dogs was a
requirement. Do you want to see him?"

Katie looked at her watch and then said, "Yes, I'd love to. It's on my
way home anyway."

We left the bar with me carrying her heavy briefcase. "What's in here,
rocks?" I joked as we crossed the campus.

"Sometimes it feels like it. I never know what I'll need for my
classes."

My apartment was on the second floor of a large house. The entrance
was in back, upstairs and there was a large screened in porch that
overlooked a big back yard and woods. It was perfect for "Bo" and I.
The owners were an older couple that I rarely saw. However, I tried to
keep as quite as possible.

We walked up the steps and I opened the screened door. Bo practically
knocked me down. "Down boy," I laughed.

Katie squealed and went down on one knee to greet Bo. He jumped up and
knocked her onto her butt.

"Bo! Bo!" I laughed and pulled him off of her. "Bo loves everybody.
Some watch dog huh?"

"He's gorgeous," Katie said as she continued to pet Bo. He licked her
face. Smart dog.

"Here," I said and opened the screened door behind Katie. Bo bolted
out and headed down the steps.

"Aren't you afraid he'll take off?"

"No, I have one of those invisible fences. It cost me a week's pay but
it's worth it." I turned back to Katie and saw her staring at me.

"Oh, the briefcase," I said and handed her the case. When our hands
touched, I felt a spark. It might have been static electricity because
it had began to thunder and dark clouds were rolling in. We stood
staring at each other as the lightening flashed in the sky. I took a
chance and pulled Katie into my arms. She didn't resist and suddenly
we were kissing.

Katie dropped the briefcase and her arms went around my back and her
soft body pressed to my chest. We both moaned as our tongue began to
duel. Suddenly, the skies opened up and the rain began to pour down as
lightening flashed.

One of my hands slipped between us and I grasped her breast. Katie
whimpered but didn't protest so I moved it under her sweater. She had
on a bra so I pushed my fingers underneath and lifted, freeing one
soft orb to my hand. I could almost see the soft white flesh and
pretty pink nipple as I kneaded it. My penis responded and began to
pulse almost painfully in my pants. I pressed it against Katie.

Suddenly, Katie pulled away. She was breathing heavy. "No... I can't."

I felt disappointed but said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she answered and surprised me by reaching down to grasp my
hard penis through my pants. "I'm just not ready for that."

I didn't know if she meant that we didn't know each other well enough
or she was a virgin. She couldn't be a virgin, so I figured she needed
time. I moaned and thrust my hips at her squeezing hand. As I watched,
she reached for my zipper and pulled it down. Another moan escaped my
lips as she deftly pulled my hard penis from the confines of my pants.

"Nice," I heard her whisper as she began to move her hand up and down.

I looked out in the pouring rain and saw Bo running and jumping like
the crazy dog that he was. I turned back to Katie and pulled her lips
to mine again. She melted into my arms and her body trembled. Her hand
continued to move on my shaft.

"Katie," I gasped as her strokes grew faster. 

"It's okay," she whispered and squeezed her hand tighter and pumped
her fist harder.

"Oh Jesus," I moaned. My legs began to tremble and I felt my balls
tighten.

"Go ahead, that's it," Katie whispered as I neared my peak.

Just as bolt of lightening streaked across the sky, I bellowed and
thrust my hips at Katie's pumping hand. "Ohhhh!!! I moaned and like
some horny teenager, my penis began to shoot cum across the porch. It
flew across the deck and hit the screen, splattering through to the
outside.

 From someone in the back of my brain I head Katie giggle. Her hand
kept pumping me as the streaks of my cum matched the flashes of
lightening in the sky. Finally, Katie squeezed the last drop from my
wilting penis.

"I have to get going," she said as she let my penis drop from her
hand.

I tried to hide my embarrassment and said, "Are you sure you can't
stay. I can throw some steaks on the grill."

"No, I really have to go but I'll take a rain-check," she said with a
smile and a glance at the still pouring sky's.

"Well, let me get you an umbrella." 

"Okay."

I put my penis discreetly back in my pants as I opened the door and
found a large umbrella. "Here," I said handing her the umbrella.

"Thanks, I'll give it back tomorrow."

"No hurry, I have others."

Katie went up on her toes and gave me a quick kiss and then quickly
turned and hurried down the steps into the storm.

I called Bo inside and watched as Katie disappeared around the side of
the house. "It's been one hell of a day boy," I said to my very wet
dog. His only reaction was to shake himself, splattering water all
over me. I laughed and said, "I guess I deserved that." Before I went
into the house, I glanced over and saw the rain washing my sperm from
the screen. I shook my head and went inside.

Chapter 2

I didn't see Katie or Abigail for the rest of the week. I did make a
call to a friend who said he would check into Maria's boyfriend's
green card. As I was packing up to leave the classroom, I saw that one
of my students, Molly, was still sitting at her desk in the front of
the room. Molly was a pretty girl with almost white blond hair and
pale blue eyes. She was an average student who liked to wear loud
clothes to get attention. Not to mention that she always sat in the
front row wearing very short skirts.

"What's wrong Molly?"

"Mr. Adams, I'm lost."

I started to be sarcastic and ask if she needed a map but I said,
"It's only the end of the second week."

"I know but I'm not good in this philosophy stuff. All these Greek
names and such. I'm afraid I'm not going to pass and my Dad will kill
me."

"I think you are overreacting Molly." I saw her cross her legs,
showing me that she wasn't wearing nylons because I could see just the
hint of her panties under her smooth thigh. I felt a little tingle.

"Maybe I am, but I don't want to get behind. Can you help me?" She
batted her pretty eyes at me and turned a little to the side,
revealing even more of her thighs. She saw my eyes.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I wasn't sure how to handle this. Was
it appropriate for me to spend time with one student? I was reluctant
to ask Abigail. She already warned me about fraternizing with
students. "I don't know Molly. You should probably wait and see how
things go."

"Pleaseeee!" she whined with a pretty pout on her face. "If you could
just go to the library with me and show me how to do the research I
would be very grateful."

I'm a sucker, but I figured the library was safe enough. "All right."

"Oh thank you. When can we do it?"

I figured I would make it hard on her. "How about tonight at eleven
p.m.?"

I figured that since it was Friday night she would be partying and
wouldn't want to do it. I was wrong.

"Great. There will be less people there to disturb us."

I didn't like the sound of that and I was about to say that I had
changed my mind when suddenly my cell phone rang.

"See you at 11," Molly said as she rushed out of the room.

"But..." Before I could say anything more, she was gone. "Hello," I
said in an irritated tone.

"Do you always answer your telephone like that?"

It was Abigail. "No. I'm sorry."

"Having a bad day?"

"No, not really. Just a student problem."

"That's not unusual," she laughed. "I was wondering if you wanted to
go to dinner Saturday night?"

I didn't have any plans but I didn't have any money either since I
hadn't gotten paid yet. "Uh... I... don't know," I said reluctantly.

She understood my hesitance and said, "Don't worry, it's on me."

I felt my face turn red with embarrassment. I suddenly had a vision of
being a "kept" man. Still, it was a free meal from the boss. "All
right. Where do you want to go?"

"There's a five star restaurant at a new hotel in town and I've been
wanting to try it. I'll pick you up at seven?"

At least I wouldn't have to pay for a taxi to take us to the city.
"Okay. See you then."

"See you."

It was almost eleven p.m. when I walked into the library. I didn't
expect Molly to show up. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. When I
looked around I spotted her sitting at a table in the back. She waved
to me and I walked past the counter, saying hello to the two female
students that were handling the desk chores.

"Hi Mr. Adams,"

"Hi Sondra," I said to one of the pretty co-eds. She was in my
afternoon class.

"It's pretty late for you to be in the library isn't?"

"Yea, a special assignment," I laughed. "Not many people here on
Friday night huh?"

"Only the losers," Sondra said, and then added quickly, "Excluding you
Mr. Adams." A bright smile crossed her face.

I'm not sure I was an exception. "Yea, right!" I laughed and made my
way over to the table where Molly was sitting. She had a bunch of
books placed on the chairs and the table. The one empty chair was next
to her. As I sat down I glanced at her and saw that she was wearing a
tiny micro-mini skirt and a v-neck top. My eyes naturally traveled to
the exposed cleavage. Molly had a substantial chest. I know it sounds
like I'm a "boob" man, but I'm really not. Not that I mind large
breasts but I have never really had a preference. However, it seemed
like all of the girls I met at school (including one older woman) had
substantial chests. It must have been something in the water.

"All right, where do you want to start?" I asked looking at the stacks
of books.

"That's my problem; I don't know where to start," she said with a
pretty pout.

"Well, I think you have almost every book in the library on
philosophy. Let's pick out a couple first." I searched through the
books and couldn't find any that I wanted. "Let's go and look for a
couple." I went to the philosophy section with Molly following behind.
I want one called "Philosopher's in Time," by Roger Joyce.

I was searching for the name when I saw Molly squat. I looked down and
almost gasped. As she squatted, her leg's naturally opened. I could
see that she wasn't wearing panties. It was obvious that she was a
blond. Her pubic hair was almost white like the hair on her head.
There was enough light that I could even see the inner lips of her
vagina. When my eyes met hers I saw that she was watching me look
between her legs. "Uh... uh... let's start with this one," I
stuttered, quickly pulling a book from the shelf. It wasn't the one
that I had been looking for but I wanted to get out of the deserted
isle.

When I returned to the table, I could feel sweat beading on my brow. I
sat down and opened the book. Molly leaned close, her breast grazing
my arm. I nervously cleared my throat and began to go though some of
the material.

Molly acted like she was listening but I think it was farce. As the
evening wore on, I felt more and more pressure on my arm until her
breast was practically flattened against my forearm. It was impossible
for me to deny that she was coming on to me. However, just as I began
to say something to discourage her, Molly boldly reached over and
grabbed my thigh. I jumped, looked at her and then toward the counter.
I saw that the two girls busy on their cell phones. "Molly," I said,
trying to sound authoritative. Then, I reached down and grabbed her
hand, taking it off my thigh. I felt my penis twitch.

"Sorry," she said with her eyes twinkling mischievously. She began to
twirl a blond curl in her finger. Then, she acted like she was
listening again. A few minutes later, out of the blue, Molly turned to
me and pushed her arms together on the sides of her breasts, forcing a
substantial amount of flesh above her top and said, "Do you think my
breasts are too big?"

I naturally looked. "Molly..." I said like a reprimand.

She could see that I was flustered and she reached over and grasped my
thigh again, this time, inches from my crotch.

I sat frozen in my chair as her hand began to move. For whatever
reason, fear or excitement, I was paralyzed as her fingers slowly
moved the several inches until suddenly she was grasping my hard
penis. I sucked in my breath and my eyes opened wide.

"I believe you are thinking about something other than philosophy,"
Molly whispered and squeezed my pulsing penis. "However, I could be
wrong." She moved her hand on the bulge in my pants as if to see if it
was real. "Let me see it."

"Molly, this is nuts," I gasped as she reached for my zipper.

"No, these are nuts," she giggled as she cupped by squirming testicles
through my pants. With a rapid movement of her fingers she pulled my
zipper down. She had obviously done this before.

This is nuts! my mind screamed. Still I did nothing to stop her as she
reached inside. "Oh God," I moaned.

"Mmmmm," Molly responded as her fingers circled my shaft. Then she
abruptly pulled her hand out of my pants and said in a louder tone
than necessary, "I think I saw the book we were looking for on a shelf
in the back." With that the young girl grabbed my hand and pulled me
out of the chair. My zipper was still down, as she led me through the
tall rows of books again.

 
I followed like I had no control over my movements. In fact, at that
moment, I didn't. I was thinking with my penis.

When we reached the end of a row Molly stopped and turned to me.
Without missing a beat she knelt at my feet and reached for my open
zipper again.

"Molly, this is crazy, there are two girls at the desk," I hissed with
panic in my voice. I knew that there were other people in the library
but I was more concerned with the girls at the front desk for some
reason.

"Don't worry, they're friends," she whispered as her hand went inside
my pants, then added, "They will keep a look out for me. I've done the
same for them."

It was obvious that this was a conspiracy and that Molly had planned
it all. I had fallen for it. I was such a sucker!

"Oh my," Molly gasped as she wrapped her hand around my penis again.

I moaned in spite of my fear.

"Very nice Mr. Adams," Molly smiled as she pulled my tool from my
pants and held it inches from her face. She looked up at me with an
almost innocent look.

I was too shocked to speak. I swallowed hard and looked back at the
pretty, blue-eyed coed.

"I really need a passing grade in philosophy Mr. Adams." She pulled my
penis downward and blew warm air on the pulsing head.

Suddenly I wanted to grab her head and force my penis down her throat.
Instead I pushed my hips out at her. However, she pulled back.

"I'm only looking for a guaranteed "C."

Hell, it was only one student and she would have probably gotten a C
anyway. I debated for about three seconds before I shook my head up
and down. And, just like that I had compromised my principles.
Obviously my principles hadn't been that strong in the first place.

Molly smiled brightly and opened her mouth to take me inside. 

I moaned quietly as I watched the pretty teenager's lips wrap around
the head of my penis. She began to suck. I reached for her soft hair
and guided her mouth on my pulsing tool. She swirled her tongue on the
head and jerked the shaft like an expert. I could hear her moaning
deep in her throat.

After a few sucks, Molly pulled away and held my penis up. She stuck
out her tongue and began to lick it like a lollipop. "Molly... lolli,"
I thought. I was sure that I would never forget her name now.

I watched the young girl lick and then suck me until I couldn't take
anymore. The risky nature of the encounter was bringing me to a peak
much sooner than normal. However, maybe I just wanted to get it over
with. Either way, I could feel the sperm churning in my balls and I
knew that my release was close. When my hips began to move faster,
Molly pulled away.

She looked up at me and said, "Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my
tits."

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I had never had a girl ask me
that before. In fact, I had never cum on a girl's breasts before.

When I didn't answer Molly said, "No matter, we can do both." With
that she put her mouth back on me and reached down to pull her top up,
freeing her breasts.

Then I watched as she pulled my dripping penis from her mouth and
knelt up on her knees. She was smiling as she wrapped her soft breasts
around my shaft until only the head was visible. Then she began to
move her breasts up and down, taking my penis into her mouth each time
it appeared from between the soft orbs. "Oh Jesus," I moaned as my
excitement grew. "Molly, Molly," I gasped in warning. She moaned again
and moved faster.

"Oh Godddddd!!!" I groaned as quietly as possible. Suddenly, I felt my
juice rushing up the shaft. Two quick spurts of sperm entered her
mouth before she abruptly pulled the squirting head out. The next
squirt hit her in the face, bringing a squeal of delight from her
lips. The next several arched upward, landing on her breasts before
streaming between the valley and around my still thrusting penis.

Soon my shaft was coated with sperm and the valley between her breasts
was a sticky mess. When Molly finally let go of my penis, I staggered
back against the bookshelf. I watched as she casually got up and
pulled her top over her cum smeared breasts. My cum was running down
her cheek.

"I think I need a Kleenex."

"Oh..." I said when I realized she wanted me to go get it. I pushed my
penis back into my pants, zipped up and hurried back to the desk. I
found a Kleenex in her bag and glanced at the girls at the front desk.
Neither seemed to be paying attention to me. I picked up a couple of
books like I was returning them to the shelf and headed back to Molly.

Molly wiped her face and dabbed at some of my juice on her chest. When
she was sufficiently cleaned up, we went back out to retrieved the
books and put them back. Then we straightened up the table and
replaced the chairs. Neither one of us spoke. I didn't know what to
say anyway.

Molly suggested that she leave first and I agreed. I watched as she
stopped at the counter and said something to her two friends. I saw
them turn quickly and look at me. I felt a cold chill run down my
spine.

A few minutes later I walked past the desk and said good night to the
girls. Sondra smiled and said, "Thanks for coming Mr. Adams." Both
girls giggled.

Did she emphasize the word "coming," I wondered? Then, I called myself
every synonym for stupid that I could think of as I headed home.

Chapter 3

By the following day, I had concluded that I was going to be fired.
Fortunately, I have never been one to dwell on the negative; if it was
going to happen, it was going to happen. That attitude helped get me
through many dangerous times while on difficult missions in South
America. The thought of losing a job was nothing compared to the fear
of losing one's life. Even if I did get fired, at least Bo would still
love me-provided that I kept feeding him... even a dog has principles.

I was dressed and ready for dinner early that evening. By the time I
heard Abigail's horn outside, I was feeling pretty excited and more
than a little nervous about the evening. I wasn't sure what she had in
mind after dinner but I was feeling randy again so anything was
possible.

I had on my best blue blazer, a tie, Dockers pants and loafers.
Abigail was waiting in her big Mercedes as I came around the house. I
saw her smiling at me as I hurried over to get in on the passenger
side of the expensive car. I was pretty sure she didn't but an $80,000
car with the money she made as a dean.

"Hi Dean... uh... Abigail," I said as I got in. I saw that she was
wearing a shiny green evening gown that was cut very low in the front,
without shoulder straps, and it was short on her thighs. In fact, it
was so short that most of her thighs were exposed. While I could see
almost to her crotch, I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties or
not. She also had on large jade and diamond earrings with a matching
necklace and bracelet. I suddenly felt underdressed.

"Hi," she responded as she lifted the center armrest and patted the
seat next to her.

I scooted over, feeling a little uncomfortable sitting that close. I
got that same feeling of being a kept man again. However, it wasn't so
bad sitting in an eighty thousand-dollar car next to a gorgeous
woman-kept or not.

"Are you ready for a nice dinner and then maybe drinks at my place?"

I was pretty sure it would be more than drinks. "Maybe," I answered
with a smile in my voice. Then I added, "But maybe I have other ideas
about what we do after dinner."

She looked at me curiously and said, "Like what?" 

I could see expectation and lust in her eyes. "We'll see," I said. I
didn't know what I was talking about but I can be pretty good when it
comes to improvising.

We passed a couple of cars and Abigail waved at people. I asked,
"Aren't you afraid of being seen going out with someone that works for
you?"

"No."

"You could get fired."

Abigail laughed loudly. "I don't think anyone is going to fire me at
this school. Well, maybe if I fucked the chancellor in the middle of
the stadium during a football game," she said and then added
"Actually, that's not a bad idea." She laughed again and said, "No,
he's too old and can't fuck anymore."

I didn't know what to say so I said, "Okay."

She could see that I was curious. "My grandfather started this
university and I am by far the biggest contributor. I got the position
of 'Dean' because of my money."

I must have looked surprised because she added, "You're naive Jim.
Everything is about money... but not just at this University. It's
like that everywhere. As far as my position goes, I do pretty much
what I want and the University looks the other way."

"Does that include things like we did in your office?" I had to ask.

"Yes," she stated flatly. "If the truth was known, I'm not the only
one. If any of that leaked to the press... well, the scandal would
make national headlines." She laughed again. It was apparent that she
really didn't care. Then she abruptly changed the subject and asked,
"Tell me, how did you know that when you brought Katie into the office
that she wouldn't run out screaming and report us?"

I couldn't tell her that I seen her coming out of her house while I
was leaving Maria's so I said, "I just had a hunch from some of your
comments and hers."

"I see." However, she didn't really sound convinced.

I added quickly, "You didn't seem to mind her seeing you in... in a
compromising position."

She was quiet for a minute and then said, "As you know Jim, I am a
highly sexual person."

That's an understatement, I thought.

"Katie is a sweet kid that I have helped out. She is grateful...if you
know what I mean."

I think that there was a message meant for me in that statement. "I
appreciate what you have done for me Abigail. I really do." Then I
changed the subject away from me quickly. "So are you two lovers
then?" I said, acting dumb.

"Yes," she answered without hesitation. Then quickly added, "But she's
a virgin."

"A virgin!" I almost screamed. "At 26. I can't believe that! There
aren't any 26 year old virgins left in the world... are there?"

Abigail laughed. "It's true. Believe me I have wanted to use my dildo
on her but she won't let me."

I shook my head in disbelief... not just because of Katie being a
virgin but that we were having this conversation.

"Hey, maybe you could seduce her for me. Then I could fuck her with my
giant dildo." Abigail laughed loudly again.

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

Her voice got serious when she said, "Maybe." The she reached over and
grabbed my crotch and added, "But not until I'm finished with this."

My penis began to harden immediately, in spite of the fact that it
sounded like she was going to use me for a while and then throw me
away.

"Hmmm," she said as her hand rubbed up and down.

I figured that two could play at this game and placed my hand on her
bare thigh. It was soft, warm and freshly shaven. She groaned as I
slid my hand under her dress until I came to her crotch. She had
panties on. I used my finger to gently trace a path up and down the
crease of her vagina. I felt Abigail tremble and her legs opened
wider. I smiled and rubbed a little harder.

Abigail forgot my penis and gasped, "You're going to make me crash."

"What a way to go," I answered and began to insinuate my finger under
the leg band. "This thing has airbags doesn't it?" I added
rhetorically. A second later my fingers found her flesh. I could feel
that her lips were already wet. I searched for her hole and began to
slip my finger inside.

"Jesus Jim," she gasped and snapped her thighs together, trapping my
hand.

I wasn't done with her yet. I leaned close and whispered, "So, how did
you like having my cock in your ass?"

She groaned.

"I know that I loved it. You have the tightest asshole that I've ever
been inside of." I didn't tell her that she was my first and only
ass... so technically I wasn't lying. Unable to move my hand, I
wiggled my fingers in her soft flesh.

"Jim, please," she begged, keeping my hand imprisoned between her
thighs as she tried to negotiate traffic.

I moved my fingers up and down her swollen lips before saying, "All
right, if you insist." I pulled my hand from between her thighs and
held my finger up to the light. It was dripping with her juice. I
stuck the finger into my mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmmmm... you
taste good."

"Oh Jesus," Abigail said and I could see the swells of her breasts
moving up and down in excitement.

I continued the dirty talk for the next half-hour until we got to the
restaurant. By that time Abigail was practically climbing the walls.

We pulled up in front of a relative new Hyatt Hotel. It was a 26-story
hotel with an observation deck as the 27th floor. The hotel had two
large glass elevators on the outside. The Valet smiled and I thought
that he was going to wink at me as he took my keys. I returned the
smile and took Abigail's arm. We walked arm in arm into the hotel and
entered the elevator with a crowd of people. We stood close as the
elevator ascended. "Look," I said, "You can see the steeple of the
university."

"It's beautiful," Abigail said as she leaned closer to me, her soft
breast pressing on my arm.

I took her hand discreetly and leaned close so that the other riders
couldn't hear and said, "You're beautiful too."

Abigail smiled and squeezed my hand.

The door to the elevator opened and we were standing in the foyer of a
large restaurant. Waiters were scurrying around and the room was
bustling with people talking and eating. Three walls of the restaurant
were floor to ceiling windows.

The hostess led us over to a small table overlooking the city. The
table had a white tablecloth with candles and fresh cut flowers in the
center. It was very romantic.

A young waiter came over to take our drink order. 

"Paulo," I said in surprise.

"Mr. Adams," he responded with a smile.

"Call me Jim please. I didn't realize you worked here," I said. Then I
turned and said, "Abigail VanBuren, this is Paulo Sanchez."

"Pleased to meet you," Abigail said.

"VanBuren?" Paulo said curiously.

Uh oh, I thought. 

"Are you Dean VanBuren?" he asked.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Maria Cortez is a friend of mine."

"Really," Abigail said.

"Yes, we are both from Colombia."

"Uh... Paulo, can we get a quick drink?" I said, trying to stop this
conversation.

"Certainly."

Paulo took our drink order and left.

The second Paul left, Abigail asked, "How do you know Paulo?"

I had to think fast because I didn't want her to know that I had gone
out with Maria. Somehow I didn't think she would approve. "Uh... I
asked Maria for a nice Hispanic restaurant and she sent me to the
place where Paulo works. He treated me really nice."


"I see," Abigail said but she didn't look like she believed me.

I reached over the table and grabbed her hand. "Did I say how
beautiful you look tonight?"

"Yes," she answered with a skeptical look but then she smiled. 

Apparently, she decided to let it go for now. I almost sighed in
relief.

Suddenly I felt Abigail's foot touch my pants leg. She had slipped off
her high heel and began to run her toe up my leg.

"Now, where were we," I said. "Oh yes, I was telling you how great it
was to fuck you over your desk." I could see Abigail's eyes beginning
to show lust again. She was pretty easy sexually but I knew that I had
better not underestimate her. "Are your panties still wet?"

"Yes," she gushed and added, "And getting wetter."

"Let me see."

She looked at me like she didn't understand.

"Let me see how wet your panties are. Take them off and give them to
me." I knew that there was a risk in taking charge, but I was pretty
sure that she liked to be dominated sometimes. Some people in powerful
positions get tired of being in charge all the time. I was gambling
that Abigail was one of those.

Abigail started to get up.

At first I thought that maybe she was pissed and was going to leave.
One look at her face told me otherwise.

"No... take them off here."

"Jim, I can't do that," she hissed in a strong whisper but sat back
down. I could see that her breathing was already heavier.

I sat back and folder my arms impatiently and stared at her.

Abigail stared back at me for what seemed to be a long, long time. I
waited. It was a battle of wills.

Finally, she blinked and looked around the room nervously. Fortunately
there was a long tablecloth, which covered most of her lap.

With one last look around, Abigail moved closer to the table and
slipped her hands down. I saw her struggling a bit but then she
brought her hand up holding a pair of jade green panties. I held my
hand out and she discretely placed them into my open palm. I could
feel my heart beating hard as the warm material caressed my hand. Then
I opened the panties. "You weren't lying were you?" I said when I saw
that the crotch was soaked. I brought them to my nose and took a deep
breath. "Sweet."

I think I saw Abigail actually blush. Her face was definitely red. I
put her panties into my blazer pocket.

Then we were interrupted as Paulo brought us drinks and took our
order. We ordered Maine lobster and a bottle of expensive wine. As we
waited for the meal, I continued to talk dirty to her and her foot
kept moving on my leg... one time reaching to the crotch of my pants.

When dinner arrived, we stopped our activity to eat. The meal was
wonderful but I couldn't enjoy it as much as I normally would due to
my state of excitement. After dinner and before desert, I excused
myself and went to find Paulo.

I caught him rushing back to the kitchen. "Hi Paulo," I said.

He stopped and turned to me with a broad smile. The he shook his hand
like he had burned it and said in Spanish, "Very hot!"

"Si!" I returned. Then asked also in Spanish, "What time does the
observation deck close?"

"Ten p.m."

"Damn," I said and thought for a minute. Then I smiled and looked
around. I whispered, still speaking in Spanish so hopefully no one
would understand me, "Listen, is there anyway that you can get the
emergency key to the elevator."

He paused and then said, "I think so." But he looked at me like he
didn't understand.

"The lady and I would like a little privacy... with a view. Do you
know what I mean?"

A wide smile crossed his face. "Si," Paulo smiled in understanding. "I
can get it."

I tried to hand him a twenty but he refused and said, "Maria told me
that you are going to get Juan's green card back."

Word travels fast. "I'm going to try but I can't promise." I didn't
want him to get false hopes.

"That's good enough for me. I'll have it before desert is over."

"Thanks man." I held out my hand with the palm up.

"No problem," Paulo said and slapped my hand.

As I turned around to go back to the table, I stopped and called back
to Paulo, "Hey Paulo... here."

I tossed him Abigail's panties.

He smiled when he saw what was in his hand. Then he brought the
panties to his nose. Men are all alike no matter where they come from.
Paulo put the panties into his pocket and rushed off to the kitchen.

When Abigail and I got onto the elevator it was after eleven p.m. I
reached over and pushed the key into the emergency switch and hit the
"up" button. I saw a surprised look on Abigail's face but she didn't
say anything. The elevator when to the observation deck and I turned
the key again, stopping it. Then I turned off the lights inside the
elevator. On one side we could see the entire city. Behind us were the
closed elevator doors, covered by large mirrors. It was almost like we
were floating in the air.

I turned to Abigail and brought her into my arms and our lips met.
Both of us moaned as our tongues began to work into each other's
mouth. My hands slipped down her bare back until I found the zipper on
the back of her dress.

"What are you doing," Abigail whispered excitedly as I began to slowly
lower the zipper.

"You fucked me when you were dressed and I was naked and now I'm going
to return the favor."

"Jim, we can't do that here!" she gasped in shock. I saw fear and
excitement in her eyes, yet she didn't pull away from me.

I slowly slipped her top down until it was at her waist and her
breasts were bared. Then I abruptly turned her around until she was
facing out the window. I moved close behind her and grasped her
breasts.

"Oh God," Abigail moaned as I kneaded her breasts while we looked out
at the millions of lights.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Don't worry, nobody can see
inside unless they have a night vision scope."

I'm sure she had no idea what a "night vision scope" was. However, she
seemed to relax and leaned back into me as I kneaded her soft flesh. I
took both nipples in my fingers and squeezed them hard. I could feel
little ripples of pleasure go through her as the slight pain quickly
converted to pleasure. I bent my head and kissed her neck, working
slowly up to her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream so loud
the entire city will hear."

"Ohhhh!!!" Abigail moaned and pushed her breast out to my squeezing
fingers.

Keeping one breast in my hand, I reached down and pushed her dress
down her hips. Abigail gasped as it fell in a heap at her ankles. I
could feel her entire body trembling in excitement. My hand slipped
down her soft ass to the crease. I reached underneath from behind and
pressed my hand between her legs. It was my turn to gasp when I felt
her sopping vagina. "God you're wet."

Abigail moaned and spread her legs.

I rubbed my fingers back and forth across the swollen inner lips. Her
honey was literally dripping through my fingers and to the elevator
floor. I searched and found her pulsing hole and pushed two fingers
inside.

"Oh Jesus," Abigail groaned as she rose up on her toes. 

As I began to move my fingers in and out, I added a third finger.
Suddenly, her hips began to move back and forth frantically. Gradually
I increased the speed until I was holding her up with one arm around
her waist and literally "fucking" her with my hand. The squishing
sound echoed around the elevator, as my hand became a blur. Her juice
splattered on her thighs.

"Ohhhhhh Jesusssss!!!" Abigail moaned and began to convulse in my
arms. Her legs trembled and her knees buckled.

Abigail isn't a large woman so I had no trouble holding her up as her
body convulsed in climax. When her trembling slowed, I turned her
around and held her to my chest, her breathing ragged and uneven.
Without waiting for her to recover fully, I pushed her back until her
buttocks touched the cold brass of the handrail. I lifted her
slightly, sitting her on the narrow rail. I worked to open my zipper
and bring out my almost painfully throbbing penis.

Abigail looked up at me with lust-crazed eyes. "Oh God yes, fuck me!"
she gasped and wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my
waist. She didn't seem to care anymore that she was in a public place,
totally naked.

With one quick movement, I buried my penis in her very accommodating
hole. Abigail screamed in pleasure as her sweet flesh caressed my
penis like a glove. I was too excited to be gentle and began to pound
into her. I lowered my head and sucked her lips into my mouth,
stifling a mutual moan of pleasure. Her legs squeezed me in a vise. I
was pretty sure that my pants were going to be soaked in front but I
was too excited to care at the moment.

I think Abigail began to climax the moment I entered her. I could feel
contractions deep in her hole, squeezing me and working me to a peak
far too quickly. I had been worked up from the moment we got into the
car so I knew that I wasn't going to last very long.

"Oh God... I'm going to cum," I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes," she responded and increased the bucking of her hips. 

A second later I moaned and began to climax. I pushed into her as
deeply as I could go and then released my seed. The pulsing seemed to
go on for an extra long time. It might have been the situation, but
whatever the reason, I kept shooting until my juice overflowed and
began to run out of her stuffed hole.

Finally, when my penis stopped squirting and began to soften, I
collapsed onto her, pressing her back to the window. I kissed her lips
one last time. When I stepped back, my penis pulled from her hole,
releasing a torrent of my sperm.

"Jesus," Abigail gasped. When she looked down she sighed and said,
"I'm a mess and I don't have any panties."

I think that was a hint to give her panties back.

"Gee, I think I lost them somewhere. Actually, I believe I saw Paulo
with them." I looked at her, trying to hold back my smile.

Abigail's eyes opened in shock, but then she smiled. 

I told you she was a kinky lady. 

"Don't worry, I have a solution." With that I lifted her legs again
and went to my knees.

"Oh God," Abigail groaned as my mouth went between her legs. 

By the time I led Abigail off the elevator, her body was like Jello.
We both looked a mess; her hair was a disaster and her makeup smeared;
my pants and jacket were wrinkled and there was a damp spot on my
crotch... not to mention that my face was crusty with our combined
juices. The Valet must have thought that we were on a drunken binge.

I just smiled at his strange look. 

Abigail let me drive home. As I did, she leaned into me and fell
asleep. Just as I was parking in front of her house, my cell phone
rang. It was my friend at INS. I wasn't surprised that he was calling
so late. These people work strange hours because they are dealing with
time zones all over the world. He said that he had checked into
Maria's boyfriend's situation and had discovered that he had been
deported by mistake. There was a mix up with someone with the same
name. In fact, the mistake was already in the process of being
corrected before I had called. He said that they would expedite the
return of Juan's green card. I disguised the conversation because I
thought it was better if Abigail didn't know. I talked in monotone,
however I was very excited by the news.

It had been a wonderful evening.

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