Julian & Sabina

"It does indeed," I replied. "But you're talking to someone who is much more attracted to the intelligence of a woman anyway. I'll take a smart sexy woman over voluptuous body parts any day of the week." Now it was my turn to pause for emphasis. "But, to combine the two? Well...that is truly a deadly combo," I smiled.

"Well, you lucked out tonight, Mister, because I feel like celebrating. God, that was fun today. What a charge to make a successful presentation like that?" she continued.

"You know, Sabina, I've been doing this a long time. I've stood in front of thousands of students and hundreds of colleagues and I always get a bolt of adrenaline or testosterone or pheromones or whatever it is whenever I stand in front of people. I think it's a natural human phenomenon. It's what makes actors want to act, and musicians want to play in front of an audience. I've never studied the chemistry of what takes place when you stand in front of people. But when it's working, I have always felt a post presentation sexual charge that is undeniable."

"I know what you mean. I've felt it before too, but never more strongly than today. Oh my word. I was ready to grab the first cute guy that walked by and....." Her words tailed off and she blushed. "I'm sorry. Getting a little carried away. Champagne will do that to me."

"Well then, have another glass," I joked. "Seriously, I know exactly what you mean. And today was a good one -- and, honestly, having a pretty female accompany me up there, seeing the tweedy professors look at you with admiration. Well, that was pretty good, I must say. I felt like a lucky guy."

"Here's to collaboration," she toasted. She tipped her head to the side and held the flute up to take a drink. I took in her striking features and shook my inner head -- toasting my good fortune to be in a fine hotel restaurant, miles from home, with a gorgeous colleague who was up for fun. Does it get any better?

We had a wonderful meal and got to know one another on a more personal level as the evening wore on. I heard about the break-up of her long time relationship with another faculty member in Los Angeles, leading to her subsequent move east. And she learned more about me than I would normally reveal to a colleague whom I barely knew.

What really seemed to intrigue her, however, was my marital status and the fact that I had had a vasectomy. She probed a bit on both fronts and wanted to know more. I explained my brief first marriage of five years and how the pulls of academia had forced us to make a choice that neither of us was willing to compromise on. In the ensuing years following our divorce, I decided that marriage was best left to others and that I was not proper husband material, nor would I make a good father. With that in mind, I was snipped in my late thirties and never looked back. The advantage had been all the young women who had crossed my path and loved that birth control was not an issue that they, or we, had to deal with. That fact had not been lost on many of the women in my past; and it certainly wasn't lost on Sabina. Her eyes brightened at the revelation.

I could feel the attraction as dinner wore on and it sure felt mutual to me. She was letting her guard down slowly, as was I. She had an infectious giggle and a wonderful, and somewhat wicked, sense of humor, but also a good sense of self -- not overly egotistical, but certainly comfortable in her mind and body.

And what a body! At one point during dinner she excused herself to visit the Ladies Room. I watched her walk away, as did several other male patrons in the dining room; her hips and rear end swaying seductively. And I watched her re-enter, the tops of her breasts bouncing and jiggling subtly as she strode back toward our table. We finished the champagne and each had a glass of red wine with dinner, and by the time the check came, we were relaxed and wrapped in a warm glow of collegial friendship.

"Well, this has been a wonderful day, Julian, and this evening is a perfect way to top it off. I can't thank you enough."

"My pleasure, Sabina. Believe me. Here's to you -- and to Chicago," I toasted, as we drained out glasses and knew it was time to depart. While we had discussed going out on the town, an early wake-up call loomed and we decided to stay in and head to bed early.

We walked back through the hotel lobby and got on the elevator. There was an awkward silence, suddenly. I felt a gravitational pull and fantasies of inviting her back to my room, of helping her to slide out of her dress, danced in my head. I even thought I read a similar thought in her eyes as she glanced at me on the elevator. We were almost to her floor when a thought just erupted.

"I'd invite you in for a nightcap, Sabina, but......it's kind of late, I suppose."

I had opened the door -- and then closed it. It was not my finest moment.

"Thanks, Julian. Maybe next time," she said in a smooth seductive voice. I felt a little part of me melt as the elevator chime rang, the door opened on the sixteenth floor and she held out her hand to shake. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and let her go, wallowing in her wonderful scent as she smiled and retreated down the hallway.

"Well, consider it a standing invitation. Room 1703," I said, as the door closed and I felt like a complete idiot. What was I thinking? I got out on the next floor and headed down to my room, feeling a little foolish, but still smiling from the glow of a wonderful evening with a beautiful woman.

We had a relatively early flight, so I packed up when I returned to my room, taking off my shoes and socks and shedding my jacket and tie. I was still somewhat turned on from the success of the day and the wonderful dinner, as I reclined on the bed with just the lamp on the side table turned on.

And then I heard a very light knocking on the door. My heart leaped as the limited possibilities ran through my head. I headed for the door, took a deep breath and opened it. Sabina stood looking at me; a slight smile on her face mixed with a sultry look of lust. I opened the door without saying anything. Suddenly words seemed superfluous, as she entered and stood before me, her back to the wall. I closed the door and the deep clunk of the mortise lock was like a punctuation mark. We were alone. We stood in silence -- and looked into one another's eyes.

Words weren't necessary at this moment. The light was soft in the hallway, but bright enough that we could see one another clearly. She leaned her shoulders back against the wall and looked into my eyes. I returned the gaze as I placed my hands on the wall on either side of her head. I leaned in closer and closer, face on, and the tips of our noses barely touched. I turned my head, angled for a kiss, but I stayed about an inch away from her mouth, and breathed in -- and out.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and knew Sabina's was marching time with mine. I inhaled her wonderful scent and knew she had probably just dabbed on a bit more perfume before coming to my door. I moved my face around to the side of her face and blew on her neck, then moved up to whisper in her ear.

"Oh, Sabina," I said in a low husky voice. "I'm so glad you're here."

I could hear her breathing getting a little heavier as we stood as close to one another as we could without touching. I moved back to look into her eyes, deep pools of wanton blue. I turned my head again, but this time my slightly pursed lips barely grazed hers. The touch of our lips sent an electric shock through my nervous system and a slight involuntary moan bubbled up from deep within. Time seemed to stand still as our lips touched as lightly as humanly possible. The softness of the kiss belied the intensity I was feeling, and I knew Sabina was feeling too. The crazy world stood a few feet away, right outside my door. But, in this instant, we were safe and warm and about to embark on an amazing intimate journey -- and it all began with our lips.

Hers were as soft as I had imagined they would be; smooth and loose; pliant. I turned my head perpendicular to hers and our lips meshed in a soft, and still innocent, kiss. It was as if we were both of like mind; both of us brimming with excitement, but both wanting to take our time and express ourselves with our lips. I started to open my mouth just slightly, and felt her follow suit. As our lips widened, there was an oral void, and I knew what I was going to find there. As we both held our breath the tips of our tongues met in the middle, and began to twirl slowly, seductively; punctuating the promise of the evening unfolding.

I pulled my lips away, but maintained tongue contact, both of us exhaling hurried breaths of excitement between our parted lips. Our tongues danced in a slithery display of seduction and arousal. Our bodies had still not touched, playing the same game as our lips had played moments earlier. But as our lips resealed and our tongues played a slippery game of cat and mouse, I felt Sabina's hand palm the rigid girth of my shaft through my trousers.

"Oh my," she exclaimed between a briefly broken kiss. As her hand slid down to explore my length and I felt her palm cup my balls, our kiss grew more needy and passionate. I moved my hands from the wall and held her face, framing her mouth so I could kiss her pursed lips and express the incredible desire that was growing, literally, by the second. Then as I felt her pull her arms up to wrap them around my neck, I let go of her face, and reached down between her and the wall to cup her ass and pull her to me. What had been fairly innocent kissing turned hard, hot and passionate. Our mouths opened wide, neither of us able to make enough contact with the other, and our tongues went on solo expeditions into each other's mouth.

Our breathing had turned ragged and the sound of soft moans and slippery kisses became our soundtrack. As I grabbed the soft pliant globes of her sweet cheeks, I pulled her against me, grinding my fiercely rigid cock against her mound. I felt her push her hips out to meet me and was very aware of the roundness of her protruding pubic bone as it rotated against my pulsing bulge. The intensity of our passion and heavy breathing made it difficult to maintain contact. There was a sensory overload and I broke our kiss to slide my lips down her neck, placing wet kisses from her shoulders to her earlobes as our bodies ground in unison, each hungry for physical contact.

"Oh, God, Julian. Is this really happening?" she asked in a breathy voice, grabbing me tighter. "Should it be?"

"It is happening Sabina," I responded softly in her ear. "And if you want to stop, you better do it now," I said, as I kneaded the soft flesh of her ass cheeks through her expensive silk dress and pressed my thigh between hers. I could feel her legs beginning to open up -- letting me in.

"God, No, Julian," she replied. "I want you. I need you. Now."

"You sure?" I asked.

"I've been so good this semester. I haven't had sex in months and, God, I need it Julian. I got so turned on today. And I need it so bad," she said through gritted teeth, our bodies pressed firmly together.

She leaned her mouth to my ear as she pulled away slightly and slid her hand back down to grab the rigid pole squeezed between us.

"I need you to fuck me," she seethed.

I put her face in my hands again, looked deep into her eyes and began to kiss her gently again. There was no mistaking where this evening was headed now, as I felt her hands fumbling with my belt - unbuckling, unsnapping, unzipping, unleashing. She pulled the elastic of my boxers out and over my erection and slid my pants down my legs. I kicked them off to the side as my cock wavered like a badly attached flagpole between the tails of my white shirt. She laughed as she grabbed it mid swing.

"Give me that thing," she demanded.

"Gladly. Come with me," I replied.

I took Sabina's hand and led her to the bed. I sat down on the edge and had her stand directly in front of me, holding both her hands. She was still fully dressed, but that was about to change.

"I want to see your body, Sabina. I want to see it all. Show me," I whispered.

She turned her back to me and pulled her hair up off her shoulders.

"Unzip me then, Julian," she requested.

"I thought you'd never ask."

I slid the zipper slowly down her back, unveiling her back and the thin black horizontal line of a silky bra. The zipper ended at the small of her back, just where her ass began to blossom out in an inviting curve. I reached up and slid the slender straps of her dress off of her shoulders. She hunched her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor in a tiny heap of discarded silk.

I took in her exquisite form and remembered back to the first time I had seen her at the Labor Day party and had noted her wonderful stature. Her ass was exquisite and framed by the slender black straps of a thong, arcing up over her hips and meeting in a small triangle of fabric that disappeared as it delved into the cleft of her luscious ass cheeks. Her body was simply magnificent.

She turned to face me with confidence and an expression that told me she was no stranger to the dumbstruck look of awe on a new lover's face when seeing her in the flesh for the first time.

"You're beautiful, Sabina," I croaked in a low voice as my hands slid along her sinuous curves and grazed over her silky smooth skin. I avoided touching her breasts, knowing that in a moment they'd be exposed to me and I'd adore their form and texture. I could see how full and soft they were, however, as they burst over the top of her bra and bulged as if ready to explode out of their silken confines.

Sabina reached behind, unclasped her bra and let it fall forward, her full breasts protruding forward, nipples straining to perforate the air between us. I gasped at their sight, at their beauty, and my hands went up to cup and lift them; to feel their succulent weight. Her aureoles were a beautiful pale pink color and her nipples were distended in a state of intense arousal. They hung so wonderfully on her frame and had a perfect shape and feel.

"My God, Sabina. Your breasts are....." I was at a loss for words. She filled the momentary gap by stepping a little closer and lifting her right breast to my mouth. I suckled her with a soft flick of my tongue and a gentle kiss of my lips -- so similar to the kiss I'd given her only moments earlier. My wet tongue swirled circles around her pink nipples as my hands returned to her legs and ass; my whole body on sensory overload. I licked and sucked each nipple, then nuzzled my face in between her bountiful cleavage.

At that she pushed me back on the bed and leaned forward with her hands on my thighs.

"Lay back, Julian," she stated firmly. "Enjoy."

My cock was at full attention, wavering stiffly skyward. As she leaned down to take my cock in her mouth, her tits hung below her ribcage in a state of quivering motion. I felt them press softly against my thighs as her mouth descended down to and over the bulbous head of my cock. I groaned deeply as she took me much deeper than I expected on her first descent. I even heard her gag slightly as the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck, Sabina. That's....."

But before I got a word out she had descended once again, throat open wide, to envelop my sizable girth and take me deep into her mouth. She disengaged, knelt down between my spread legs and began to lick and kiss and suck my balls, holding my rigid shaft aloft as she sucked one ball, then the other, between her soft full lips. I was in heaven. She caressed my penis with the soft touch of a woman who has been around her share of stiff cocks, as she concentrated on my testicles, sucking them and letting them jump out of her mouth with a thick wet pop. She kissed down even lower, sliding over and past my perineum, and then began to probe and lick around my asshole with my hips arching to engage her mouth and tongue.

"Oh fuck, Sabina. That feels amazing," I saluted. It was beginning to dawn on me that I was in; we both were in, for a long and very intense night.

Finally I felt her begin to ascend up from the depths, her tongue twirling madly on the underside of my shaft. And as I looked down at her, she gazed back at with me with a wan smile, then curved her mouth around that spot -- that sensitive focal point of all prick nerve endings -- that magical spot just below the head on the underside. Fuck. She enveloped that half of my shaft with her mouth and a smile that said -- "I know what you like -- and I'm going to give it to you." And she did. Her lips and tongue focused on that square inch of skin and nerve endings and worked it -- sucked it -- kissed it. I heard her moaning as she sucked, but felt the vibrations even more. I would have exploded if I'd let her continue. But the night was much too young to be popping a load this early.

"Come up here," I directed.

She stopped her slurping and began to crawl toward my head and leaned down for a deep kiss as her head came even with mine. The shy innocent grazing kisses of half an hour ago were gone, replaced by deep open mouth kisses of defined passion. She was a great kisser and was clearly aroused by kissing and being kissed. I did my best to meet her intensity.

What is it about kissing that has always turned me on so much -- and was obviously working for Sabina too? Perhaps it's the most intimate way of communicating non-verbally; you can say so much with a kiss. But it's also so personal and we feel so exposed when we kiss, even if fully clothed. Maybe it's just the incredible variation of kisses at one's disposal, from soft innocent pecks to deep wet passionate mashing. Whatever it is, both Sabina and I were in tune to it -- and to each other. I loved kissing her and it sure felt that the feeling was mutual.

Our deep French kiss reached a frenzy point and Sabina broke our seal and leaned down into my neck panting.

"Oh fuck, Julian. I'm so turned on," she said, breathing heavy, her hips moving involuntarily.

"Me too, Sabina. Me too," I replied, my cock straining, needing to be inside her.

But she had other ideas and began to drag her lovely full breasts up toward my face. She leaned on her arms and dangled their soft flesh in my face, teasing me as the nipples quivered just inches from my mouth. Then she lowered her tits onto my probing tongue and let out a gasp of arousal. I suckled gently on her delicate nipples and could hear her hiss as my hands ran over her body, finally nestling in between her legs. Her tiny thong was completely, and I mean completely, soaked and the inside of her thighs were dripping with her fluids. I pulled her thong down -- no need for it anymore -- and she aided the effort and then kicked her foot and flung the little string of nothingness across the room.

She was on fire, but then so was I. A few months earlier I had been admiring her posture at a faculty party; now she was easing her naked body up mine so I could feast on her juicy nexus. She moved her knees to straddle my face, and then hovered above me -- looking down as I looked up into the sweetest pussy I think I had ever seen. As I looked up between her thighs I was treated with the gaping splayed lips of a very wet succulent cunt. She knew her power at that moment, teasing me with her vaginal beauty, and I opened my mouth for her.

She slowly lowered her pussy onto my waiting lips and I sucked and licked her engorged flesh like a man who hadn't eaten a meal in years. I devoured her cunt, delving my tongue deep into her soaked hole, lapping up her copious lubrication, then taming my wild tongue lashings to focus the tip of my tongue on her tiny little clit -- so pink, so stiff, so sensitive. Her body bucked and I heard distant screams of delight as I lashed her clit with tongue love -- my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her down on me -- drowning me to a point where I could barely breathe.