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"Tell me the truth." Joanna breathed as she pushed Zara roughly against the front door, the security light illuminating their frenzied embrace.
"About what?" Zara gasped as she felt a hand snake inside her coat and cup her breast.
Their mouths found one another once more in a wet, lipstick smearing exchange. Zara's hands gripped Joanna's short hair, messing with the stylish cut, as she pushed her chest into the woman's grasp. "Oh God." She moaned as lips fell to her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
"You look so good tonight, Zara." Joanna growled in a low tone. Her other hand gliding down the silk blend of Zara's dress and round to her bum, firmly gripping the swell.
"That conversation really got to you." The young woman observed, her own hand now working its way into Joanna's layers.
"Mhmm. Now tell me what you've been thinking about all week?" Her tongue trailing up Zara's throat.
Fortunately, Joanna's house was well back from the street and partially shrouded by the garden, however between the leaves dropping from the trees and the security light they were not completely hidden.
"Now, Zara." Joanna sighed impatiently before biting the girl.
"Ahh. Sorry." She winced, breath fogging in the midnight air. "I, I, thought lots actually." Lots clearly wasn't descriptive enough as she winced under another nip. "I thought about you sitting on my face."
"And?" She whispered, lips against Zara's ear; her breath making the young woman shudder. "What were you doing?"
"Ah. There, there, wasn't much I could do, I could barely breathe. You were doing most of the work." Zara confessed, her voice sounding pained as she felt the hem of her dress being pulled up. "Not here." She urged, tugging the material back down.
"Do you want another strike?" Joanna asked. She straightened up, almost eye level with Zara, who for once had the height advantage.
The brunette smiled broadly, illuminating her beautiful face as she gazed at her lust maddened companion. "I think I do, yes." She'd barely finished the sentence before Joanna pressed her against the door once more.
Heat blazed through the young woman's body as their mouths locked and Joanna's hands pulled the garment's material up her thighs. Zara's resolve was fading quickly; the almost week long wait, the fantasies and the hours of conversation were about as much foreplay as the young woman could take. Not to mention the alfresco nature of their encounter adding to her arousal.
Slender arms draped over Joanna's shoulders as teasing hands roamed over Zara's thighs. Dexterous fingers trailed over the material that encased Zara's sex, teasing the young woman until her breath caught and hips moved with anticipation.
Eventually, Joanna dipped a cool hand into the material of Zara's panties, fingernails dragging lightly across her pubis. "Please." She winced, "We should do this inside."
"You sure?" Joanna purred, fingers trailing further down to the girl's aroused lips. "You really want that?" She smirked, moving her fingers into the wetness.
Zara opened her eyes to look into Joanna's before slowly shaking her head, biting her bottom lip as she did so.
"No, didn't think so." Her eyes glinting as she felt her fingers brush over Zara's cliterous, taking in her reaction. "You're so expressive when I touch you." Zara nodded, whining softly as she felt clever fingers move in that circular motion she liked.
The young woman leant into Joanna, lips pressing together momentarily before Joanna pushed her back. "I'm going to watch you cum." She informed her victim; one hand in her underwear the other on her shoulder, ensuring she stood straight backed against the door.
"I shouldn't." Zara pined without much conviction, her hips now moving to meet the Professor's accelerated manipulations, "It's too early."
"You should." Joanna coaxed, momentarily stopping to gather more of the girl's wetness before continuing at a faster pace. "You are too wound up to really enjoy what I've got planned for you." Zara's face, illuminated by the harsh light, crumpled as she groaned loudly at the thought of what was to come. That mounting pressure suddenly surging to an unsustainable level that caused her legs to shake. "Remember baby, eleven strikes." Joanna husked, her warm breath misting the cool air.
The short but intense orgasm hit her hard, making Zara grunt like she had taken a blow to the stomach as her body jolted. Joanna pressed her fingers firmly into the young woman's spasming bundle of nerves, the pressure accentuating the pleasure, whilst she watched Zara quake.
"Come on." Joanna said softly, not really allowing for any recovery time. "Let's get you inside." Once she'd opened the door for Zara, she instructed her to take off her coat and to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. Zara did so, readjusting her clothes as she moved.
No one had ever got her so hot as to where she would have done anything like that without a second thought, at least not sober. "That was awful brave. I bet Morningside has a pretty active Neighbourhood Watch." She commented to Joanna, who had just entered the dimly lit kitchen.
"Yes, it does. We might even make their little newspaper." She smirked, handing Zara a glass.
"The headlines are endless."
"Unsuspecting Architect Falls Victim to Professor. Something like that?" Joanna mused.
"You've forgotten the bit about me being a mere junior whilst you're a Deputy Head at the University." Zara said in a helpless voice, before taking a long drink of water.
Joanna made an involuntary noise, momentarily losing a drop of composure. "Now, that," She swallowed, "Was very naughty."
The older woman took her glass and sat it down before guiding Zara, who was feeling particularly pleased with herself, to turn around. "This is very pretty." She complemented, running her hands down the silky material. "But." Dexterous fingers moved to the zipper at the back of her neck. "It's what's underneath that I'm after." The young woman shivered as she heard and felt the material peel away from her back. Joanna's lips were on the exposed skin instantly as she pushed the rest of the dress from her, causing it to pool around her feet.
This left Zara standing in lingerie, a pair of heeled boots and tights, the black nylon of which obscured her legs. Joanna trailed her fingers lightly over the bra's dark green silk straps, but left the garment in place as she turned the young woman around.
Zara loved that lustful expression; at a time when the young woman was most vulnerable, the Professor never failed to make her feel desirable, even steady her nerves. Amusement glimmered across her face at the realisation; occasionally she was more comfortable in front of Joanna in a state of undress.
"What's so funny, Zara?" Joanna snapped, breaking the girl's contemplation.
"Nothing, Joanna. Sorry." Her eyes shifted down her counterpart's body. It hardly seemed fair that she should stand here like this whilst Joanna remained fully clothed. "Can I take your coat off, please?"
"Of course." She replied smoothly, a satisfied smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
Zara stepped forward, their eyes almost level and kissed Joanna, the soft, tender exchange growing stronger as she pushed her body up against the woman who was now pressed against the countertop. Zara's hand held the back of her neck, the other gripping at the jacket's lapel and she moaned as she felt Joanna's firm grip tighten around her waist.
The young woman pushed the material from Joanna's slender shoulders, their mouths locked as they fumbled blindly to set the garment aside. Zara's hands trailed down the woman's front, taking in the jut of her collarbone, the swell of her chest, and down her ribs to her stomach.
Their breath quickened as Zara's fingers retraced their path back to Joanna's breasts. She squeezed, sucking on the woman's tongue as she did so...
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"About what?" Zara gasped as she felt a hand snake inside her coat and cup her breast.
Their mouths found one another once more in a wet, lipstick smearing exchange. Zara's hands gripped Joanna's short hair, messing with the stylish cut, as she pushed her chest into the woman's grasp. "Oh God." She moaned as lips fell to her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
"You look so good tonight, Zara." Joanna growled in a low tone. Her other hand gliding down the silk blend of Zara's dress and round to her bum, firmly gripping the swell.
"That conversation really got to you." The young woman observed, her own hand now working its way into Joanna's layers.
"Mhmm. Now tell me what you've been thinking about all week?" Her tongue trailing up Zara's throat.
Fortunately, Joanna's house was well back from the street and partially shrouded by the garden, however between the leaves dropping from the trees and the security light they were not completely hidden.
"Now, Zara." Joanna sighed impatiently before biting the girl.
"Ahh. Sorry." She winced, breath fogging in the midnight air. "I, I, thought lots actually." Lots clearly wasn't descriptive enough as she winced under another nip. "I thought about you sitting on my face."
"And?" She whispered, lips against Zara's ear; her breath making the young woman shudder. "What were you doing?"
"Ah. There, there, wasn't much I could do, I could barely breathe. You were doing most of the work." Zara confessed, her voice sounding pained as she felt the hem of her dress being pulled up. "Not here." She urged, tugging the material back down.
"Do you want another strike?" Joanna asked. She straightened up, almost eye level with Zara, who for once had the height advantage.
The brunette smiled broadly, illuminating her beautiful face as she gazed at her lust maddened companion. "I think I do, yes." She'd barely finished the sentence before Joanna pressed her against the door once more.
Heat blazed through the young woman's body as their mouths locked and Joanna's hands pulled the garment's material up her thighs. Zara's resolve was fading quickly; the almost week long wait, the fantasies and the hours of conversation were about as much foreplay as the young woman could take. Not to mention the alfresco nature of their encounter adding to her arousal.
Slender arms draped over Joanna's shoulders as teasing hands roamed over Zara's thighs. Dexterous fingers trailed over the material that encased Zara's sex, teasing the young woman until her breath caught and hips moved with anticipation.
Eventually, Joanna dipped a cool hand into the material of Zara's panties, fingernails dragging lightly across her pubis. "Please." She winced, "We should do this inside."
"You sure?" Joanna purred, fingers trailing further down to the girl's aroused lips. "You really want that?" She smirked, moving her fingers into the wetness.
Zara opened her eyes to look into Joanna's before slowly shaking her head, biting her bottom lip as she did so.
"No, didn't think so." Her eyes glinting as she felt her fingers brush over Zara's cliterous, taking in her reaction. "You're so expressive when I touch you." Zara nodded, whining softly as she felt clever fingers move in that circular motion she liked.
The young woman leant into Joanna, lips pressing together momentarily before Joanna pushed her back. "I'm going to watch you cum." She informed her victim; one hand in her underwear the other on her shoulder, ensuring she stood straight backed against the door.
"I shouldn't." Zara pined without much conviction, her hips now moving to meet the Professor's accelerated manipulations, "It's too early."
"You should." Joanna coaxed, momentarily stopping to gather more of the girl's wetness before continuing at a faster pace. "You are too wound up to really enjoy what I've got planned for you." Zara's face, illuminated by the harsh light, crumpled as she groaned loudly at the thought of what was to come. That mounting pressure suddenly surging to an unsustainable level that caused her legs to shake. "Remember baby, eleven strikes." Joanna husked, her warm breath misting the cool air.
The short but intense orgasm hit her hard, making Zara grunt like she had taken a blow to the stomach as her body jolted. Joanna pressed her fingers firmly into the young woman's spasming bundle of nerves, the pressure accentuating the pleasure, whilst she watched Zara quake.
"Come on." Joanna said softly, not really allowing for any recovery time. "Let's get you inside." Once she'd opened the door for Zara, she instructed her to take off her coat and to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. Zara did so, readjusting her clothes as she moved.
No one had ever got her so hot as to where she would have done anything like that without a second thought, at least not sober. "That was awful brave. I bet Morningside has a pretty active Neighbourhood Watch." She commented to Joanna, who had just entered the dimly lit kitchen.
"Yes, it does. We might even make their little newspaper." She smirked, handing Zara a glass.
"The headlines are endless."
"Unsuspecting Architect Falls Victim to Professor. Something like that?" Joanna mused.
"You've forgotten the bit about me being a mere junior whilst you're a Deputy Head at the University." Zara said in a helpless voice, before taking a long drink of water.
Joanna made an involuntary noise, momentarily losing a drop of composure. "Now, that," She swallowed, "Was very naughty."
The older woman took her glass and sat it down before guiding Zara, who was feeling particularly pleased with herself, to turn around. "This is very pretty." She complemented, running her hands down the silky material. "But." Dexterous fingers moved to the zipper at the back of her neck. "It's what's underneath that I'm after." The young woman shivered as she heard and felt the material peel away from her back. Joanna's lips were on the exposed skin instantly as she pushed the rest of the dress from her, causing it to pool around her feet.
This left Zara standing in lingerie, a pair of heeled boots and tights, the black nylon of which obscured her legs. Joanna trailed her fingers lightly over the bra's dark green silk straps, but left the garment in place as she turned the young woman around.
Zara loved that lustful expression; at a time when the young woman was most vulnerable, the Professor never failed to make her feel desirable, even steady her nerves. Amusement glimmered across her face at the realisation; occasionally she was more comfortable in front of Joanna in a state of undress.
"What's so funny, Zara?" Joanna snapped, breaking the girl's contemplation.
"Nothing, Joanna. Sorry." Her eyes shifted down her counterpart's body. It hardly seemed fair that she should stand here like this whilst Joanna remained fully clothed. "Can I take your coat off, please?"
"Of course." She replied smoothly, a satisfied smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
Zara stepped forward, their eyes almost level and kissed Joanna, the soft, tender exchange growing stronger as she pushed her body up against the woman who was now pressed against the countertop. Zara's hand held the back of her neck, the other gripping at the jacket's lapel and she moaned as she felt Joanna's firm grip tighten around her waist.
The young woman pushed the material from Joanna's slender shoulders, their mouths locked as they fumbled blindly to set the garment aside. Zara's hands trailed down the woman's front, taking in the jut of her collarbone, the swell of her chest, and down her ribs to her stomach.
Their breath quickened as Zara's fingers retraced their path back to Joanna's breasts. She squeezed, sucking on the woman's tongue as she did so...
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