Hair To Stay Erotica

Cindy relaxed in her office, frankly relieved that the day was over. She had just one appointment to end the day with and she could hit the road for the weekend at her favorite ski resort, 150 miles away in Kamloops. Her role as associate professor of psychology at the community college included fielding a generic group of students who used her often as a sounding board for guidance in matters more than merely her specialty. She had felt like a guidance counsellor on more than one occasion.

This visit, however, had put a bit of arch in her eyebrow when she noticed the attending party. It was Josh, one of the older students who had finished his military tour and who had returned to college to get a degree. One of her more mature students, Cindy had more than once noticed his muscular good looks during class, even to the extent of literally finding herself staring at him during an exam, with the entire room quiet as a mouse. He had looked up at the time, catching her eyes staring, and had smiled. Somewhat flustered, she had smiled back, but the image had lingered for her in the privacy of her apartment. causing more than one session with Mr. Plastic.

But Josh was also one her brightest students as well. He brought a fresh look to old dilemmas, always offering these offbeat but amazingly relevant observations. He had a touch of the anarchist in him and she thought it was really intriguing. She frankly liked him. This was a meeting she was actually looking forward to.

He heard a knock at her office door, peered out into the hallway and saw Josh, waiting,. notebooks in hand. She experienced a strange rush of feelings as she smiled and welcomed him inside. She locked her office door as was almost never her trait with these meetings, returned to her seat and sat down. “Josh, please have a seat. Nice to see you,” she smiled.

“Thanks, Cindy,” Josh uttered and took his seat, next to her in the cramped space. They sat side by side. “I wanted to ask if you would be a sponsor for me when I apply for University. I need someone in the staff to recommend me. I hope you realize I value your class and your position. Do you think it would be possible?”

“Josh, I would be delighted,” Cindy replied. “The fact is, you are one of my best students. I really value your contributions to the class. They make it more spontaneous and encourage others to speak up who probably wouldn’t without someone like you stating your piece. The class you are in has become my favorite class of the day. Yes,” Cindy, continued, “I would be more than happy to help.”

Josh smiled widely. “Cool, then! I’ll bring the papers and what I need for you on Monday. I can’t thank you enough.” He got up as to leave.

Cindy placed her hand in his arm instead, stopping him momentarily. She was acting impulsively, she knew, but something anarchistic inside herself ruled her better judgment. “Wait, Josh, can we talk for a moment?” Her hand remained on Josh’s rippled and muscular arm as if reluctant to leave it. Josh looked at her somewhat surprised, then relaxed. He left her hand there and smiled.

“Yes?” Josh suddenly, as if connecting with her on a deeper level. “I would love spending another moment or two.” His hand covered hers and he smiled, catching a meaningful part of her vision, matching glances with some depth and maybe revealing a revelation of his own, discovering a new part of this formerly staid professor. Josh realized she had needs, suddenly, almost as if she did not own them herself. He became very intrigued and a little hard with all this. It could get interesting. His fingers began the smallest movements, dancing on her hand, then caressing slightly. He leaned in boldly, kissing her full on the lips. He parted, staring at her.

Cindy found herself without words. Usually strong and willful, she suddenly felt at a loss. She looked at him with large eyes, silent, dumbstruck by the revelation of her own urgent need. She was getting very wet, sitting here with this hunk in her office, private and alone together.

“Um, Josh, I, uh…………..” Cindy stammered. She found no words available to her whatsoever. Her face was flushed a deep red and the color spread to her upper chest as Josh stared at her, nearly torturing her now with his good looks and careful caresses. His hand felt like fire.

He saw her need and it inspired his own. This was a scene needing acting out, an enormously delicious bit of sexual energy in action. Josh then raised his hand up and moved it to her breasts, lightly stroking one of her big tits with the back of his hand. She gasped and let him continue. Her breath was hot and uneven as he lifted a finger to her lips, tracing them there. He kissed her again, savoring her hot breath, then leaned back and let his finger roam her mouth again. He pressed a finger inside her mouth which she gratefully sucked, wrapping her lips around them like a starving young calf around a tit.

Josh reached down and grasped the bottom of her sweater, to take it off. Lifting her arms, Cindy felt the delicious texture of nudity as the soft fabric passed her bra less breasts, revealing her entirely topless in front of this hot man. Josh’s hand had immediately gone to her tits, caressing them and kneading them in his hands, then running under her arms where Josh had encountered her unshorn hirsute armpits. She was delighted that her armpit hair apparently pleased Josh, as he toyed there, entwining her hairs within his fingers and lightly tugging. The small pain was delicious and it got a small moan. He tugged harder and the moan was involuntary and louder. Her hairy pits were an erogenous zone for this hot professor, Josh could not help but have noticed. “Take you clothes off, Cindy. All of them,” intoned Josh, boldly.

The idea of being naked and having a man ravish her in the formerly sterile confines of her office inflamed Cindy, just as the thought of having his was with a professor did the same for Josh. Stripped, still standing, she sheepishly regarded the leering Josh, who was staring at her unshaven pussy area. Reaching out, Josh ran a finger up her wet slit as she stood there, compliantly waiting for whatever was next. He seemed fascinated with her hairy bush, running his hands through the hair there, grasping some between his fingers are exciting her beyond measure. He slid his finger under her and pressed one side her as she flinched, noticably startled and affected. She felt her dampness increase, her pussy on fire from his hands playing there.

He sat her back down and, spreading her legs, Josh got between them, his face at her hairy, fleecy crotch, inches away. Cindy grabber her breasts as he did so, squeezing them hard and manipulating them in circles, pinching her nipples, then grabbing them again as Josh lowered his face onto her furry muff. She nearly exploded in an orgasm as his tongue licked at the petals of her sweet pussy, then felt an even greater fire as his tongue entered just inside her orifice there, surrounded my her furry mound. Her moans got louder and she tried to restrain them from the traffic outside their door, but she was having enormous problems with impulse control as his tongue slid squarely onto her clitoris and began a fluttering there, rapidly manipulating it and driving her quite wild. Her legs clenched around Josh’s head as she felt herself near her explosion and she had lost literally all control in her need and urgency to feel more of him, violating and caressing her hairy and oh-so-ready pussy.

Finally, explode she did, in an amazingly violent orgasmic rush, her legs clenching around Josh’s head and face as she came, time after time, waves of delirium affecting her entire body and wracking it with happy spasms.