The Start of Class

 

I left the office at 2:30 PM.  I cut out before my office hours officially ended.  It was the first Thursday in a new semester.  No one is going to be looking for the new political science prof.  And, I had to get home.

I knew M would be there.  Her classes were all in the morning and she had planned for lunches at 1 on Thursdays.  Working/writing from home would be her approach.

I was home just before 3:00.  The walk had been invigorating, but had not suppressed my need.

M walked in to greet me in the front hallway and I grabbed her, hands around her waist, and kissed her.  She smiled and noted that I must have had a great day. 

I kissed her again.  And again.  Pulling her to me and ensuring she could feel my growing desire.  Lips on hers, then onto her cheekbone, her neck, her collarbone.  Hands on her firm ass, pulling her in.  Her hands on my back, down, one hand drifting to my dark grey wool pants, wrapping around the covered shaft. 

 

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I left the office at 2:30 PM.  I cut out before my office hours officially ended.  It was the first Thursday in a new semester.  No one is going to be looking for the new political science prof.  And, I had to get home.

I knew M would be there.  Her classes were all in the morning and she had planned for lunches at 1 on Thursdays.  Working/writing from home would be her approach.

I was home just before 3:00.  The walk had been invigorating, but had not suppressed my need.

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