Page 6 of Lessons in Touch

“You have no idea, Professor,” she laughs.

“Then may I have a private moment, just us? You could make my night unforgettable. What do you say?”

Meg bites her lip. Her eyes are sparkling with curiosity.

“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” she teases me.

“Yes, I am. But I am trouble worth having,” I counter, telling her the absolute truth. She has no idea just how much trouble I actually am.

“Okay, you win. What’s next, Mr. Thorn?”

“Follow me to the shadows, Meg. Let’s see how much fun we can have.”

Her blush deepens, but she’s hooked.

Meg takes me to a corner behind the counter. The café is empty now. The waitress kneels. I can feel that her hands are unsteady. She unzips my trousers, and my cock springs free. I close my eyes, imagining Rose. I think about her delicate fingers and her light blue eyes locked on mine.

“Good girl,” I whisper, as Meg closes her mouth around my cock, warm and eager. But all I can see is Rose. She obeys my command to please me and teases my tip with her tongue.

Meg sucks my cock with passion. Her mouth is tight and warm, and I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her. Still, my mind is on Rose’s imagined pussy. It’s dripping for me as I fuck her in my fantasy. She swirls her tongue around my cock. Her lips stretch as she takes me deeper, and her throat constricts.

“Open your mouth wide for me. I want to fuck your throat. That’s a good girl…”

I push gently and savor her wet heat. Meg’s slurping is loud in the café’s shadowed corner. I picture Rose kneeling, and it sends shivers down my spine.

“Please me, Rose,” I command. I imagine her pussy glistening, ready for my cock.

Meg’s eyes dart to mine. I know I called her Rose, but I don’t care.

“Keep sucking. That’s it. All of it.”

She bobs faster, and her teeth graze lightly, sending jolts through me. I can feel her hands cupping my balls, squeezing just right. My cock pulses, precum mixing with her saliva. I guide her harder, and I fuck her mouth as I envision Rose’s lips pressing tightly around me.

“Good girl, Rose” I whisper, and Meg hums, swallowing my cock to the base. Her nose brushes my skin, and her spit is dripping onto the floor. Rose, in my mind, arches, her hair fanning out. My cock is slamming into her, and her squirt soaks us both.

Meg flicks her tongue wildly, and pushes me closer to my orgasm.

“Stop for a second. Good girl…”

She swallows all the spit and precum before I pull my cock out of her mouth gently.

“Keep your mouth wide open,” I direct her, and dip both my balls in her mouth. “That’s it. Suck… hard…”

I rest my cock on her face as she follows my instructions. She cradles my balls against her tongue, then sucks and slurps. The pressure of her mouth is driving me insane. I imagine Rose cumming, crying my name, and I erupt. My cum floods Meg’s face.

I stand there for a few more seconds, and I release all I have to her. She’s still cradling my balls. Finally, I pull out and tuck away, then I pull my zipper up.

“Did you like that?” I ask the waitress.

“Yes, Professor.”

“Then here’s a treat.”

I gather all the cum on her face with my fingers and drip it into her mouth. She swallows every drop and licks her lips. I help her up and make my way back to the table to retrieve my things and leave.

“Thank you, Rose,” I say, slipping her a generous tip.

“My name is Meg.”