Jesse by Professor Peterson

I met Jesse her first year at college and was immediately attracted to her. Truth be told, Jesse was the only one of my students that I ever truly fell in love with. But I never told her. Full red hair, fun-loving with a wonderful laugh. She took several classes with me, and we talked often outside of class. But we never socialized outside of the academic setting. She liked me as her teacher and I liked her as a student.During her senior year, Jesse signed up for a month long course I was teaching in China with a colleague. We moved around a lot exploring China, and the students and I spent 18 hour days together exploring or traveling by bus. We all got to know each other well, and Jesse and I often spent long bus rides talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

I thought maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, as well as years of inexperience, but Jesse seemed to be flirting with me. She rushed to sit next to me on the bus, and sat very close, always touching me in a way that any other student would have made me very uncomfortable. With Jesse, it just made me excited. As the class wore on, it seemed to me that Jesse’s clothes got skimpier and skimpier. Tops were looser, and on travel days she often didn’t wear a bra. When the bus windows were open and the wind was blowing, I was often treated to views of Jesse’s lovely C-cup breasts, capped with bright pink, often erect, nipples. I tried to be discreet in my fascination with her breasts, but I failed. More than once she caught me looking at those tits and imagining them in my mouth. Jesse always smiled when she caught me ogling those breasts, but made only token efforts to cover up. She took to wearing spandex running shorts that clung to the crack of her ass and attracted everyone’s attention when she walked by.

The thought of what pleasures lay under those skimpy clothes gave me a raging hard on during the daily bus excursions, and more than once I caught Jesse staring at my cock bulging through my pants. Once when I caught her staring, she just smiled and said “You must be having very pleasant thoughts, Professor.”

I was a bit embarrassed by her boldness and said “You have no idea. And you should stop looking at my crotch and flirting with me.”

She feigned shock and said “Why would I be flirting with you? You are just a dirty old man!”

We continued like this for a couple of weeks into the trip. Some days I could have sworn her tight shorts were damp in her crotch. She insisted that her flirting was just my imagination. I was about to bust.

By the second week, the students had settled into an evening routine where some went out to bars, if the town had one, and others gathered in my hotel room to watch Chinese TV and concoct their own translation for the endless period dramas that were the staple of Chinese television. My door would stay open, and students could come and go.

One evening students were watching TV while I was making travel plans for the class on my computer. Jesse was there, sitting on the bed with other students. She was dressed in a tight stretchy tank top that showed great cleavage, and short, loose flannel pajama bottoms. I couldn’t keep my mind or my eyes on my work, much to her delight. When she sat with her legs crossed, she angled her body so I could see up her legs and catch a glimpse of fiery red pussy hair. She enjoyed tormenting me, which was obvious.

As the evening drew to a close, students drifted off to bed until Jesse and I were alone; she sitting on the bed pretending to still watch TV and me still pretending to work. She kept adjusting her top, both to distract me I think, but the friction of the fabric also made her nipples hard, protruding through the thin fabric.

“Jesse, if you’re going to keep distracting me from my work, I will have to ask you to leave!”

“But I am just sitting here! I’m not doing anything!”

“Well, you’re not sitting very still, and you are flirting with me again.”

“Oh my God, I am not flirting with you, I am just watching television!”

“Okay, you’re not flirting with me. But if you are just watching television, you can do that in your own room where you won’t distract me.”

“Geez, my roommate is out somewhere and I just wanted company and you are throwing me out,” she said as she got up to leave.

“Stay if you want, just sit still.”

Rather than leave, Jesse closed the door and flipped the deadbolt. “I won’t bother you anymore, I just want to watch the end of this show.”

“Okay, fine,” I said.

She watched and I worked in silence for several minutes, and I thought everything was back to normal. But then she said, somewhat indignantly, “What difference would it make if I was flirting with you?”

I stopped working and looked at her. “None, I guess. It is just kind of a mean thing for you to do to your poor teacher. I might have to punish you.”

She smiled and giggled. “How could you punish me? Send me home from China?”

“I guess that wouldn’t work,” I said, returning to my computer screen. “I guess I would just have to spank you.”

She laughed again. “You couldn’t do that! Wouldn’t do that! You’re just kidding me!”

“Okay, if you say so” I replied, feigning indifference. “If you say so.”

She bounced off the bed and came over to the desk and stood in front of me. “Okay, I admit it. I’ve been flirting with you. Constantly. Mercilessly. Now spank me.”

I stopped working and looked at her. “You admit you’ve been flirting?”

“Yes, so punish me.” I looked at her long legs, her slim body and long, wavy red hair. I never wanted to take a woman as badly as I wanted to take Jesse in that moment.

I sighed. “Well, you leave me no choice. Turn around.” With a sly grin on her face she turned around and bent over slightly, hands on her knees, assuming the position for a spanking. “Just one more thing,” I said. I reached over and grabbed the hem of her pajama bottoms and gave them a tug. They slid down her legs and landed at her ankles, revealing a pale, pink and heart shaped ass. She caught her breath and stood up, but didn’t object. “A proper spanking requires a bare bottom. Now I have to put you over my knee.” With that, I took her arm and laid her across my knee, her lovely bare ass right in front of me. She gasped slightly but said nothing as I swatted her behind three or four times, thoroughly enjoying watching her pale skin turn pink under my lash.

After taking her punishment, she slid off of my lap and onto her knees in front of me. She rubbed my hard cock through my sweatpants, making it stand fully erect. I thought she would untie my sweats and suck my cock. But instead she stood up and pulled me to my feet. She stood on her tip toes and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I fondled her beautiful ass.

“So Professor, has my flirting been making you frustrated?”

“Uh, yeah. Terribly.”

“You’ve already took my pants off, and we both know what you want to do…”

“Yes. Definitely yes.” Jesse gave me another fantastic kiss. I thought I would cum in my pants like a lovesick teenager.

“Well, if you thought flirting was bad, tonight I am going to get you back for spanking me,” she said with a grin. “You are just going to have to wait—maybe forever.”

With that, Jesse pecked me on the cheek, bent over, careful to show me her ass and her tight pink asshole, and picked up her pajama shorts. She started to bounce to the door, but I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. Her pj pants dropped to the floor.

“Ooooh, Professor! You don’t want to wait do you?” Jesse said playfully.

“Nope,” I replied, dead serious. “I hope that’s okay, because I’m going to do it anyway.” I grabbed the bottom hum of her skimpy spandex top and pulled if off of Jesse’s body with one quick, rough snap. Jesse was now totally naked in front of me. She was neither shy nor embarrassed about her nakedness.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she purred, turning and kissing me again, and stroking my stiff cock though my sweatpants. “But remember, I don’t have any birth control. We don’t want little professors running around.”

“No problem,” I said, scooping Jesse into my arms, loving that red hair cascading down towards the floor. Jesse caught her breath when I picked her up, but smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Without another word, I walked across the room and placed Jesse on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. I got down on my knees between her legs and wrapped them around my neck. I brushed my nose through her ample, trimmed red bush, savoring her feminine scent.

“Uhhhmmm…” Jesse moaned. I did the same with my tongue, playing with her pussy hair but not touching her skin. Her bum wiggled in frustration and anticipation.

“Please Professor…don’t tease…ahhh…don’t make me wait.”

I grabbed her ass and pulled her into my mouth, thrusting my tongue up inside her. I tongue fucked her, thrusting and wiggling my wet, slippery tongue as deep as it could go.

“Ohh! Ohhhhh! Yes…yes…please,” she whispered as her arousal rose. She grabbed me by the hair and thrust her hips at me, taking me deeper inside as the first waves of orgasm took hold of her body.

I slid my tongue out of her dripping wet pussy to catch my breath, replacing my tongue with a well-practiced finger probing for her G-spot. As my finger pressed against that soft tissue, I ran the flat of my tongue over Jesse’s engorged clit. She almost jumped out of her skin.

“My God! Keep doing that, whatever it was!” I was only too happy to oblige, rubbing her special spot harder with my finger, and scraping my rough tongue across her protruding clit. Jesse’s orgasm was quick in coming, as I felt her body tense, her hips pushed up against my face and she came almost like an explosion.

“Mmmm…mmmm…ahhh…geeeezus!” Jesse’s hips bucked in the air and thrusted as she sought to milk every sensation out of her body. She pushed against my face, she tried to get away from my tongue, but I held her ass, keeping her firmly in my mouth as I tortured her clit, causing her orgasm to continue for a minute or more. Finally her body relaxed. Jesse burst into incredulous giggles.