Final Grade

The students filter out from the lecture hall
and I wait until they’ve cleared
“last class of the day?” I ask

Both surprised and delighted,
I see it in her smile
she gathers some pages
and slides them into her briefcase

“That was a generous grade,” I begin.
“I just wanted to personally thank you.”

The loose blouse and short skirt
remind me of the appeal
that lies beneath
and before I know it
I am being led to her private office, again.

The doors not even closed
and her hands are already on me,
smoothing down my chest
and massaging the front of my khakis

I hear the zipper
And her bare hand
moves inside my black briefs
as her mouth greets mine

Pushed against the door,
it finally closes
and I hear the lock click into place

“What took you so long?” she teases,
continuing to glide that hand
along my length to a sturdy reception

I’ve unbuttoned the blouse
releasing her breasts
into my hands

Following those curves
I twist her nipples to a firm point
before placing my lips to them

I tug that skirt down
to rest at her knees,
as my finger slides inside
already wet, and certainly ready for more

My lips can’t help but survey her:

shoulder,
neck,
back to those breasts...mmm
down that abdomen
into that slight patch of her
to suckle that clit
before darting my tongue
along the seam
and into the taste

With each swipe,
her moans intensify,
feeling the brush of my beard
against her bare thighs
while my head continues to swivel
beneath her watchful eye

“You got to get that in me,” she begs,
pulling up on me to follow the request

And now her back is pushed against the door,
as I guide my cock in one hand
to swirl the tip around her clit

“Say it again,” I demand,
but my mouth smothers her before she can
and my dick pushes past the barrier
to be properly sleeved in the delight of her heat

I hook her legs in my forearms,
no longer on the floor,
thrusting my cock all the way inside
that tight, incited pussy

Seeing her youthful, fit body
spasm beneath my push,
triggers my blast
which I eagerly release
to her heightened sounds

We collapse against the door
my head resting on her shoulder,
while her lips nuzzle my neck
in appreciation

“It is has been a true honour,” I offer
between breaths. “I will miss this class.”

“Maybe you should consider signing up
for another,” she responds, with a hopeful look.
“I certainly enjoy having my older, mature student in this class.”