Megan seems gentle (at least a little); she holds your arm firmly, but not in a death grip. She doesn’t appear to have any intent to hurt you, but taking advantage of you is probably a different story…
Before you realize it you are in the girl’s bathroom of the cafeteria. It’s actually quite spacious and high tech, complete with those stupid little towel dispensers that you have to wave your hand in front of… you know, the ones that never work. As you look around you realize this place is actually friggin huge, easily the size of a few dorm rooms put together (that is if your room is a standard size).
“First I have to check you out,” she said. “Strip.”
“What?” you ask shocked and rather confused.
“I said strip; take your clothes off; get naked; get in the buff; let me see the goodies, do I need to continue?” You shake your head ‘no’, but wonder if you should. This is something that you would have never thought about doing.
“But we’re in a public bathroom,” you retort with. OK, that might not have been the best argument against doing this…
“So if this wasn’t happening in a public bathroom you would be doing it?” You try to deny this. You adamantly deny this. You still want to be a good girl until… Megan kisses you. She has her hands around your head holding you in place, lips pressed firmly against yours. This is, hands down, the best kiss you've had so far. “Relax, you’re kinda hot. Now strip.”
Fuck it. You start to get naked; at first you feel a little timid, but by the time you are down to your underwear you feel somewhat OK with this. You always wanted to try new things after all, and college is the time to experiment. Then you hear a toilet flush.
“Shit!” you scream, scared out of your wits. This is not good, this is not good, this is not good, you keep thinking to yourself as you try to think of how to put your clothes back on. Before you can even move a woman in her 30s, maybe 40s, walks by. You have to admit she is a milf; she has a white collared shirt on, complete with red necktie, and a rather flattering black skirt. Her hair is a luscious silky black. In fact you think that she could look like a textbook schoolgirl, except she is a milf, a really hot milf.
She smiles at you and Megan with an amazing set of cherry red lips, winks at Megan, and walks out as if nothing happens. You swear that she was checking your ass out as the professor washed her hands in the sink, and she didn’t really try to cover it up.
“That was Professor Walter’s; if you can get into one of her classes do it, you will love it. It will open up a whole new world to you.” As she says this you can’t help but melt at Megan’s touch on your breasts…. wait a minute! She has both her hands on your boobs, feeling them up softly and tenderly, somewhere between a sort of inspection and a chance to get to second base; normally you wouldn’t do that until after the 2nd month! As if reading your mind she offhandedly comments that she needs to know the quality of the goods she is buying. “Don’t feel like a piece of meat though, I like what you got.” |