Lessons From the Professor

“This one will be the perfect starter for you,” he said. He led her over to the table, picked up a few strawberries, and placed them in front of her on a white paper plate.

“Since you’ve never done a wine tasting before, I’m going to act as your guide.” He poured one fourth of a cup of wine into a glass and stepped up behind her. “Your job is to relax, and enjoy the experience.”

Sidney wrapped his arms around her from behind. Her body was warm, and the shiver that ran through her as she relaxed into him made his penis stiffen. He fought down the urge to grind his hips against her. He thought of cold showers and annoying students. Sutton’s curves were lush as they rested against him, and he was pleased to find she had something to hold on to despite her short stature. He’d never bought into the whole thin craze that seemed to have swept across America. Sidney sensed the slow and steady approach was the way to go with Sutton. He presented the wine glass in front of her. “First we’ll swirl the wine gently and sniff.” He lifted the glass up to her nose. “What do you smell?”

“Something … fruity?”

“Very good, now for a taste.” He held the wine glass up to her lips, watching over her shoulders as she parted her pouty pink lips without hesitation. She had no idea how much she turned him on, simply by trusting him and following his directions. Images of her lips wrapped around his cock as she knelt on the floor in front of him made him clear his throat. Damn, I’m turning into a randy teenager. “Now swallow. What did you notice about the wine?”

“It’s a lot lighter than what I associate a red wine to be. Sweet and a bit tangy.”

“You like it then?”

“Very much.”

“One last sip. This time open your mouth and let the air mingle with the flavor.” He lifted the glass to her lips once more, and allowed his fingers to stroke her throat as she swallowed and parted her lips.

“Now we’ll mix that taste with some fruit.”

He set the wine glass on the table and exchanged it for a ripe strawberry. He traced her lips with the fruit, wishing it was his tongue. Her teeth were straight and white as she took a delicate bite off the red berry. Her tongue flicked out to capture the juice that welled up on her lips and ran down his fingers. He hissed, shocked by her boldness when she laved his flesh with her tongue. So his kitten had claws. “Delicious,” she said. Her voice had lowered to a silken purr that made him arch his eyebrows. “I really love strawberries,” she said.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Perhaps I should purchase a bottle of Golden Rose for us to enjoy together at a later date?”

“I’d like that, Sidney.”

“I’d offer you another strawberry, but then we’d be getting kicked out for indecent exposure,” he whispered. He wrapped his arm around her waist as he leaned down to inhale the tropical scent of her hair.

“T-that doesn’t sound like such a bad thing.”

He growled and nipped at her neck. “Don’t tempt me, you minx.”

A giggle spilled free, and he set the wine glass on the table and led her over to the cash register.

“We’d like one bottle of the Golden Rose, please.”

He pulled out his wallet, enjoying the way she fit under his arm. He took the wrapped bottle from the cashier after signing the receipt and guided her out of the tent. They wandered around the grounds, stopping every once and while to sample a different wine or look at crafts.

“Are you ready to take a break?” Sidney asked. He spotted a bench away from the crowd.

“I’d love to rest my feet.”

He guided her over to the shadowed area unable to resist the privacy. Sidney caressed her bare arms with the tips of his fingers, savoring her quiet gasps as he moved the light massage up to her neck. She was so responsive. If a little touch created this response what would his mouth do on other areas? He buried his fingers into her hair as he leaned down and kissed her softly. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance, and he moaned as the sweet flavor of wine and strawberries exploded onto his taste buds. He ex

plored every inch of her moist cavern, feeling greedy as he swallowed her whimpers.

She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck and her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling it taut. The pleasurable pain made him moan, and he forced himself to keep things under control. The chime of a phone was like a bucket of water. Stunned, they separated and stared at each other in a daze as their breaths came in pants. The woman was an untapped powder keg ready to explode, and he wanted to wring every bit of pleasure out of her he could.

“I’d like to continue this,” Sidney said.

“I would, too.”

Her soft admission eased the tension that had set in as he anticipated rejection. Despite the attraction that existed between them he was old enough to be her father, and the sting of Christine’s cruel abandonment lingered. He couldn’t help but feeling apprehensive.

“When?” Her whispered query was like a chorus of angels singing.

“ I know your schedule is way more varied than mine, so how about your next day off?”

“That’d be next Thursday.”