`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many scholar I 'd had in the 20 class I 'd been teaching ? Certainly yard. Hell, I had several hundred students this year alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a trivial take aback that I could n't even remember having her in course let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the back of my memory for um, later recall.

'' George Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock excitement .'I always knew you 'd fall out of the closet eventually. Looks like the surgery was a immense success ! ``

She put her lilliputian hands on her tiny waist and glared at me with the heavy blue angel heart I 'd seen in quite a while. I glanced down at the low-necked'V'of her blouse, but what she had in there was n't 'tiny'at all.

'' I 'm Crissy Thomson ! ``

Holy shit, it could n't be. `` Wait, you 're that scrawny little mousy-brown-haired miss that used to sit in the back and hook pictures of horses during my lectures ? ``

She used to draw pictures of horse having SEX during my lectures, but I left that component part out. One of her drawings had stuck to her homework. Walking to my next category I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the sexual tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I 'd used that particular composition of paper for months for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But recollect my senior year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading Squad. Senior year was FUN ! ``

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

'' Well well well ! I 'm so happy 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 pocket-sized 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 give thanks you. I'm sure you don't remember, but I'd had this horrific jam on one of the football players - fishy, I can't even remember his name now - and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to leave him, that he wasn't worthy of my attention. Of grade you were right ; he got what's-her-name pregnant the night of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would have, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from certain doomsday !"

'' I 'm glad I could help you through a gravelly office my lamb ! So what form of art do you do ? ``

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

Would I want to see some titillating art painted by a to-die-for-hot picayune blonde spinster ? Duh…
'' I would love that ! ``

She pulled out her cellular phone phone and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitation, the rush of the present moment. Some were of citizenry just sitting or standing but there was no question what they were thinking. A fair sex was standing at the end of a bed, in the operation for undressing for her lover. Another was of a duad lying in bed just holding each other but you could feel the sexual tension between them.

There were sculptures too. I continued to flip through range but was completely unprepared for the net one. It was a house painting of Crissy. She was lying on a escape of stairs, stage apart, head thrown back. One hired hand was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved hard between her pegleg, fingers a fuzz. It made me instantly hard.

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

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

'' Ok, so I have a confession to draw,"she said."I 'm doing a serial on inspirational masses in my lifetime. If you 'd be open to it, I 'd love to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my life during those years. I 'd be honored if you 'd accept ... ''

I did n't cognize what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting erstwhile and flabbier than I 've ever been in my life. Why would anybody need to see me naked, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her photo were amazing. If she could crap ME look like THAT ...

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

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

In hour we were in my office staff with her sketch on my desk. She leaned over to unfold them out and I stood agonizingly close behind her. As she arranged her work her immobile ass would occasionally brush against the movement of my trousers. Soon they were pushing back and with each pass she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on fire with need.

'' I 'll be damned if that does n't seem a lot like me ! Okay, 20 days ago maybe, '' I said wistfully. She 'd been pretty large-minded with the 'poetic license'on my body.

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

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big downcast eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But contribute me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her arm around my neck opening while giving me the delicate kiss I 'd ever received. She smelled like Lilacs and Lavender and womanhood. God, did she smell good !

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

'' Why, Mr. Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and caress my raging motive. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in seconds had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her knee. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her Holy Scripture trailed off as her back talk parted over the brain of my tool and took me deeply into her implausibly warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at school. If I had n't taken a shipment off in the exhibitioner while getting ready for the reunion I 'd have disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my load right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to control myself as her lips sank low-spirited and lower down my shaft. Her eyes got wide when I hit the back of her pharynx, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my digit into her thick blond fuzz and held her head, not letting her cover off until she started to squirm from lack of oxygen.

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

I willed myself to remember that look, the flavour 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 fuck but I 'll try. Her gaze locked into mine."But I want you to recollect this ... '' and with that she inhaled my nub. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her glossa sliding back and Forth River against my aching bollock. I let her subscribe to me to within second base 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 face up to mine and kissed her deeply while shoving newspaper and project off the backwards English of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny consistence and laid her polish across my police blotter. I yanked down her dame and panties to let out her cleanly plane 20-something mound. There wasn't a blemish or stretch scratch on her perfect skin. I mentally recorded that perspective, as I would realistically never get another luck like this.

lowering my lips to her quivering stomach, I took my fourth dimension necking and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous pitcher. Ok, to be reliable some adult female aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my life-time where I just had to grin and figure out it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest affair I'd ever seen. And it was on blast. For me.

My tongue against her mound made her gasp and arch her back against me. finger 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 faithful, setting every inch on ardour. Retreating to her thighs and tummy, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent hips wanted me to go. I ran my workforce over her thigh, up onto her stomach until my digit just grazed the beau of her titty and then worked my way back down to her knees. With my ovolo on the inwardly my wandering hands ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her outer backtalk. Gently tugging them in circles her pant and shudder 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 total mound in my handwriting, rubbing her clit hard against her pubic os. She came, long and hard. Her stress built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid mortal would hear. I clamped my hired man down over her mouth, letting her dampen wow die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her center got all-inclusive as I worked my tool up and down her backtalk, then slowly sank a duet inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to push up 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 tight petty body until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my hand, then mouthed"ass ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my venter brawn are pretty unassailable. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her face. I got the distinct feeling that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds had I not already knocked one off in the shower. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to point her the vantage of older men.

She came again, eyes broad and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so intemperate I knew it was bruising but I didn't attention. I just kept thumping her as hard as I could. Another wave washed over her and I thought she was going to pass out. I was close myself from the travail so I slowed down almost to a layover. Gently stroking her with every inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, impudence and finally her lips. Our tongues eagerly explored each other. Each thrust ended up with my pubic bone against her clit and the insistency was getting to us both.

"I can't take much More,"I said. But it was more of a interrogative sentence and she understood.

"I'm not on parturition control but I'd really like to taste you when you come. Will you come in my oral fissure for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my meter working us plunk for up into a frenzy and then hollered it was metre. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in forepart of me. She grabbed my clod, looked up at me with that evilness look in her eye and without breaking eye contact sank her lips down over me. The world exploded around me and I emptied myself into her bore sass. She held me still, refusing to let me hurtle any more. Her piano tongue circling my brain kept me in muscle spasm for foresighted 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 minute later we were schmoozing in the bunch again trying to affect as if cipher had happened.

Chapter two

"dearest, the Marian Anderson want to have intercourse if their painting are going to be prepare by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the bottom of the step that led to Chrissy's studio apartment. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunification I had resigned from the faculty and joined her in New House of York. Turns out I was pretty good at business, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was ca-ca me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely different level 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 corkscrew staircase and planted a grotesque kiss on her fat belly."Hi kids !"I said to the twins. Wouldn't be foresightful before they arrived. The buss I planted on Chrissy was long, dull 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 private road off with their house painting when her pee broke…

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