In Love With Shakespeare

Warm Hands

"Oh, sorry!" I said. "My hearing is not always the best when I'm doubled over with my tushy in the air!"

Professor East ignored this remark and said softly, "I have a little right here."

My heart was racing faster than ever now. What exactly was she planning? I figure she must have actually planned on using this because she'd clearly placed a pot of this exotic substance on a nearby bookshelf so she would be able to reach it when necessary without having to stand up.

What a little schemer! I actually liked the fact that my professor had obviously put some thought into this. What exactly had she learned on her travels, and from whom? And how long had she been wanting me? Fantasizing about me, even?

So many questions I longed to ask... but I figured this was not the moment.

The next thing I felt was the feel of a warm slick hand gliding slowly over my butt cheek, greasing it tenderly and thoroughly.

And when I say thoroughly, I mean not just the highest points and the outside of my cheeks but also - Ooooh, I was loving this!! - the super-sensitive little valley between my cheeks, those long, strong fingers moving firmly up... and down... and up... and down - Oooooh, baby that's good! - with a slow gentle rhythm that actualy made me moan out loud in a soft, high little voice, like an Aaaaahhhh, oooh yes baby yeeeeesss! The sensations did feel incredibly intense - I don't know if it was the magic of the love-butter or the magic of my professor's fingers, but the gorgeous ripples passing through my body were even driving me a little crazy. I gripped the chair-legs and moaned more loudly than before, like an AAAAAAHHHH!

I didn't want my voice echoing round the courtyard and I managed to silence myself. I let my ears tune into the sucking and lapping sounds of that sweet, undulating caress. It made me think of the sea's waves lapping into the shore on some isolated Indonesian beach.