`` How can you not recall me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many students I 'd had in the 20 geezerhood I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thousands. underworld, I had several hundred scholarly person this twelvemonth alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little shocked that I could n't even remember having her in course let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the name, faces - and bodies- into the cover of my memory for um, later recall.

'' George III Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock excitement .'I always knew you 'd amount out of the closet eventually. Looks like the surgical process was a Brobdingnagian winner ! ``

She put her tiny hands on her tiny shank and glared at me with the freehanded low-spirited eyes I 'd seen in quite a piece. I glanced down at the low-cut'V'of her blouse, but what she had in there was n't 'tiny'at all.

'' I 'm Crissy George Paget Thomson ! ``

Holy shit, it could n't be. `` Wait, you 're that underweight little mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the back and draw pictures of horse cavalry during my talking to ? ``

She used to eviscerate word-painting of horses having SEX during my talk, but I left that part out. One of her drawing off had stuck to her prep. Walking to my following class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw index, the vigor and the sexual tautness was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil virgule. I 'd used that particular piece of newspaper for months for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But commend my fourth-year year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading police squad. fourth-year class was FUN ! ``

I bet it had been. It was all coming back to me now. She 'd blossomed over the summertime from wall-flower to intimate goddess. Everybody wanted to be her, to be around her. And everyone, boy and daughter, wanted to get into her pertly made over panties.

'' Well well well ! I 'm so sword lily you 've come back for the 10 yr reunion ! What are you doing these days ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a minor studio in Greenwich settlement. And I have you to thank for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the only one who believed in me as an ugly duckling. I was hoping you 'd be here tonight so I could personally thank you. I'm sure you don't remember, but I'd had this terrible crush on one of the football game players - amusing, I can't even call back his name now - and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to bury him, that he wasn't worthy of my attention. Of course you were right ; he got what's-her-name significant the Night of promenade. If that had happened to me, and it probably would deliver, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from sealed doom !"

'' I 'm glad I could avail you through a approximate stain my dearest ! So what kind of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio apartment carries erotic and sensual art and carving. I enjoy finding regular people and finding their intimate sexual God and Goddess and turning that slack. Would you care to see some sample of my piece of work ?"

Would I want to see some erotic art painted by a to-die-for-hot little blond spinner ? Duh…
'' I would love that ! ``

She pulled out her cell phone and handed it to me. I scrolled through respective. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the agitation, the quiver of the here and now. Some were of people just sitting or standing but there was no interrogative what they were thinking. A charwoman was standing at the end of a bed, in the mental process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each early but you could sense the sexual tension between them.

There were sculpture too. I continued to flip through images but was completely unprepared for the concluding one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of step, legs apart, head thrown back. One manus was tightly gripping the railing, the early shoved hard between her legs, finger's breadth a blur. It made me instantly hard.

'' Oh shit, I forgot that one was in there, '' she quipped and grabbed the earpiece back from me. There was a bit of awkward silence.

'' No, It's ok. It truly is an amazing painting. Thanks for sharing your work with me. ``

'' Ok, so I have a confession to shit,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational hoi polloi in my life. If you 'd be open up to it, I 'd love to do a portraiture of you. You were so influential in my spirit during those years. I 'd be honored if you 'd take over ... ''

I did n't fuck what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting older and flabbier than I 've ever been in my life. Why would anybody require to see me naked, almost bare, or aroused ? But still, her motion picture were amazing. If she could make ME look like THAT ...

'' I actually have some ideas and have done a few preliminary sketches. Can I establish them to you in your part ? Probably shouldn't drag those out here !"She giggled and looked around nervously.

I looked around too. The company was going slowly and there was n't much happening right now. `` I could probably sneak away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In minutes we were in my office with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to spread them out and I stood agonizingly close behind her. As she arranged her work her firm ass would occasionally brush against the front of my pant. Soon they were pushing back and with each pass she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on fervour with need.

'' I 'll be damned if that does n't look a lot like me ! O.K., 20 yr ago maybe, '' I said wistfully. She 'd been pretty big with the 'poetic license'on my body.

'' And darling that bulge, while flattering, is a wee bit on the large size ! ``

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big blue eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But give me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her weapons system around my neck while giving me the softest osculation I 'd ever received. She smelled corresponding Lilacs and Lavender and WOMAN. God, did she smack good !

I backed her up against the edge of my desk and pinned her to the sharpness with my pelvis.

'' Why, Mr. Stanley Smith Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and caress my raging need. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in minute had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her knee joint. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her tidings trailed off as her lips parted over the drumhead of my instrument and took me deeply into her incredibly quick mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at school. If I had n't taken a cargo off in the exhibitioner while getting quick for the reunion I 'd bear disappointed lamb Crissy by blowing my load right then and there. Fortunately, I was capable to check myself as her lips sank lower and lower down my pecker. Her centre got wide when I hit the back of her throat, but she did n't gag or force off. I ran my finger's breadth into her thick blonde hair and held her principal, not letting her back off until she started to wrestle from lack of oxygen.

She panted for a few seconds, and then glanced up at me with the Devil 's own look in her eyes.

I willed myself to remember that look, the feeling I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to capture on canvas for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this moment. Remember what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't know but I 'll try. Her regard locked into mine."But I want you to think back this ... '' and with that she inhaled my core. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her knife sliding back and Forth against my aching balls. I let her take me to within mo of the edge, but each time I held her head tightly, not letting her up for air until I'd calmed down. Only soon I wasn't calming down anymore.

I pulled her font up to mine and kissed her deeply while shoving papers and projection off the book binding side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her lilliputian trunk and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her skirt and scanty to break her flawlessly shaved 20-something mound. There wasn't a mar or reach stain on her complete tegument. I mentally recorded that perspective, as I would realistically never get another probability like this.

Lowering my lips to her quivering stomach, I took my metre kissing and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous mound. Ok, to be honest some women aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my life story where I just had to grin and lap up it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest affair I'd ever seen. And it was on fervidness. For me.

My tongue against her mound made her gasp and arch her dorsum against me. finger's breadth wound into my hair and held my face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her sheepcote, setting every inch on flack. Retreating to her thighs and potbelly, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent coxa wanted me to go. I ran my hands over her thighs, up onto her stomach until my fingers just grazed the clotheshorse of her breasts and then worked my way back down to her knees. With my thumbs on the in spite of appearance my wandering hands ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her out lips. Gently tugging them in rophy her gasps and shudders told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her need built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire mound in my deal, rubbing her clit arduous against her pubic bone. She came, long and hard. Her latent hostility built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid someone would hear. I clamped my manus down over her lip, letting her dull screaming die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her eyes got widely as I worked my tool up and down her lips, then slowly sank a duet inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to thrust over and over just to get inside. Each stab opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her wet little physical structure until her optic bugged out. She shrieked against my script, then mouthed"roll in the hay ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some expanse, but my tummy muscleman are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expression on her face. I got the distinct impression that cipher had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 indorsement had I not already criticize one off in the exhibitioner. But she didn't have to have it away that ! I was going to express her the advantages of elder men.

She came again, eyes wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my helping hand so hard I knew it was bruising but I didn't maintenance. I just kept thumping her as hard as I could. Another moving ridge washed over her and I thought she was going to pass out. I was ending myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a stop. Gently stroking her with every inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, nerve and finally her lips. Our tongues eagerly explored each other. Each thrust ended up with my pubic osseous tissue against her clit and the pressure was getting to us both.

"I can't take on much more,"I said. But it was more of a question and she understood.

"I'm not on parentage ascendency but I'd really like to try you when you come. Will you come in my sassing for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my time working us back up into a hysteria and then hollered it was time. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in front of me. She grabbed my balls, looked up at me with that evil expression in her eyes and without breaking eye contact sank her lips down over me. The world exploded around me and I emptied myself into her eager backtalk. She held me still, refusing to let me force any Thomas More. Her soft knife circling my mind kept me in spasms for prospicient than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her head for support while I wound down.

2 minutes later we were schmoozing in the crowd again trying to guess as if nil had happened.

Chapter two

"Honey, the Andersons want to know if their house painting are going to be ready by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the bottom of the stairs that led to Chrissy's studio. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunion I had resigned from the faculty and joined her in New York. Turns out I was pretty good at business, and that freed her up to do what she did well, which was wee-wee me so well-chosen I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely different point and we were on our way to being decadently wealthy. She waddled over to the railing and looked down at me.

"Well hello to you too !"

"Sorry, where are my manners ?"I bounded up the spiral staircase and planted a atrocious kiss on her fat belly."Hi kids !"I said to the twins. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, slow and deep.

"Wow, I know what soul's thinking."

She was right. pregnancy suited her to a"T"and neither one of us had ever been happier.

"Tell the Andersons they will be ready by THIS Friday so long as the twins don't arrive early."

Thursday evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Philip Warren Anderson campaign off with their paintings when her water broke…

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