down and took a look at her wheel. Laura couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip as she saw Mr. Harmon’s muscular hands pressing down on the soft, airless fabric. She wanted those hands on her flesh, gripping her gently on her throat as he drove his entire manhood into her yearning hole. She wanted his skin pieced together with hers as, on her side, on her back and on all fours; Laura wanted him all over her.
As Alexander lifted back to his feet once more Laura quickly looked to the ground, blushing even brighter now that she’d almost been caught gazing at the man. Her thighs aching for him to notice her and rip through her clothes but her mind constantly telling her to calm down and throwing guilty memories of her sweet beloved Paul who she’d left high and dry this morning.
“I’ll give you a lift. There’s no sorting this mess out right now without a spare.” Laura couldn’t believe what she heard. Alexander was offering to be alone with her, offering to do something for her. This meant he noticed her and Laura’s nerves suddenly became mixed with excitement. It was a situation she’d played out a thousand times before, one in which she confidently made her move however the reality was that she wasn’t the women of her dreams. She could never do that – could she?
The two of them got inside Alexander’s running car; the smell of whisky and cigarettes were more prominent than they were on his clothing and Laura couldn’t help but notice a dirty magazine at the foot of the passenger’s side although she tried not to make eye contact with it as its pages were spread out to a woman whose full body was on display. Alexander didn’t even seem to care; he slammed his door shut, took a look at the blushing girl clutching her books and lit up a cigarette before slamming his foot on the pedal before Laura had even put her seatbelt on.
Laura sat with her back up straight, she was holding her books to her chest and being so careful as to not make a single sound; she was even cautious of how loud she was breathing. Meanwhile Alexander had one hand on the wheel and one holding his cigarette out of the window, retracting it every so often to take a drag and then turn his head and blow it out. He played loud, old-school rock which Laura wasn’t familiar with but then again she’d been brought up on a steady diet of classical and somewhat operatic music.
She tilted her head and tried to get comfortable, the day had already dragged and it was only going twelve. She could feel the heaviness of her emotional exhaustion taking over and without any intention of speaking to the man she couldn’t even look at due to nerves she shut her eyes for a second…
There they were once more. His hands placed around her curves and her head stretched back so the flesh on her neck was on display for Alexander. His throbbing, aching manhood was pulsating through the fabric of their clothes and itching up Laura’s sensitive skin on her leg, Mr. Harmon had no intention of going easy on her.
She felt his harsh, rough tongue slide across her skin causing a series of whimpers and moans to leave her mouth. She was forced to sing a song of pleasure as her cries rippled through the air and her body trembled before the man she wanted more than anything else.
Alexander seemed pleased with the response he was getting, he ripped Laura’s little, blue cardigan just by tugging on it; the buttons spread across the floor and left her clutching to what remained of the fabric – she was nervous but she knew this is what she wanted.
As the lecturer took a step back to admire her form Laura confidently removed her cardigan and almost within the same motion ripped her bra from her skin. She stood with her breasts and erect nipples facing the older man and called out to him – she wanted him, she needed him.
Suddenly his hands were all over her; Laura tilted her head back as Alexander’s lips moved from her
As Alexander lifted back to his feet once more Laura quickly looked to the ground, blushing even brighter now that she’d almost been caught gazing at the man. Her thighs aching for him to notice her and rip through her clothes but her mind constantly telling her to calm down and throwing guilty memories of her sweet beloved Paul who she’d left high and dry this morning.
“I’ll give you a lift. There’s no sorting this mess out right now without a spare.” Laura couldn’t believe what she heard. Alexander was offering to be alone with her, offering to do something for her. This meant he noticed her and Laura’s nerves suddenly became mixed with excitement. It was a situation she’d played out a thousand times before, one in which she confidently made her move however the reality was that she wasn’t the women of her dreams. She could never do that – could she?
The two of them got inside Alexander’s running car; the smell of whisky and cigarettes were more prominent than they were on his clothing and Laura couldn’t help but notice a dirty magazine at the foot of the passenger’s side although she tried not to make eye contact with it as its pages were spread out to a woman whose full body was on display. Alexander didn’t even seem to care; he slammed his door shut, took a look at the blushing girl clutching her books and lit up a cigarette before slamming his foot on the pedal before Laura had even put her seatbelt on.
Laura sat with her back up straight, she was holding her books to her chest and being so careful as to not make a single sound; she was even cautious of how loud she was breathing. Meanwhile Alexander had one hand on the wheel and one holding his cigarette out of the window, retracting it every so often to take a drag and then turn his head and blow it out. He played loud, old-school rock which Laura wasn’t familiar with but then again she’d been brought up on a steady diet of classical and somewhat operatic music.
She tilted her head and tried to get comfortable, the day had already dragged and it was only going twelve. She could feel the heaviness of her emotional exhaustion taking over and without any intention of speaking to the man she couldn’t even look at due to nerves she shut her eyes for a second…
There they were once more. His hands placed around her curves and her head stretched back so the flesh on her neck was on display for Alexander. His throbbing, aching manhood was pulsating through the fabric of their clothes and itching up Laura’s sensitive skin on her leg, Mr. Harmon had no intention of going easy on her.
She felt his harsh, rough tongue slide across her skin causing a series of whimpers and moans to leave her mouth. She was forced to sing a song of pleasure as her cries rippled through the air and her body trembled before the man she wanted more than anything else.
Alexander seemed pleased with the response he was getting, he ripped Laura’s little, blue cardigan just by tugging on it; the buttons spread across the floor and left her clutching to what remained of the fabric – she was nervous but she knew this is what she wanted.
As the lecturer took a step back to admire her form Laura confidently removed her cardigan and almost within the same motion ripped her bra from her skin. She stood with her breasts and erect nipples facing the older man and called out to him – she wanted him, she needed him.
Suddenly his hands were all over her; Laura tilted her head back as Alexander’s lips moved from her
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