The Professor

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I never expected that my first view of Doctor Julia Miller would be of her emerging stark naked from a lake. It happened near the end of the three hour hike to the place where I suspected the reclusive former professor was residing. Rounding a bend in the trail, I found myself in a clearing on the shore of a small lake. As I looked for the next section of the trail, the professor emerged from the water looking for all the world like some water nymph or goddess arising.To be honest, I did not really notice a lot of detail about her body at that encounter. It was all too sudden, too surprising. I knew it was Doctor Miller because I had researched her thoroughly and seen many pictures of her. She was a very pretty woman with a body that was quite attractive even in her early fifties and chestnut brown hair that showed only traces of grey.“Hello. Enjoying the view?” the professor suddenly said, her bright green eyes turning my way.“Um …yeah … hello. You are Doctor Miller, right?”She chuckled as she picked up a towel hanging on a low branch and began drying off.“That’s me. You’re looking for me?”I nodded. “I am. I’m Dennis Roberts. I’m doing a piece on you for the Western Campus Gazette. It’s about the Elston Prize and the research you did that led to it.”The professor sighed and shook her head.“Fuck. Can’t anyone talk about anything other than that? I published at least half a dozen significant papers after that and no one ever wants to talk to me about them.”The vehemence of her statement startled me.“I’m sorry, Doctor Miller. That’s what I was asked to write about. Maybe we can talk about those and I can work some of that into the article.”That brought a smile back to her lips.“Okay. I’m starting to like you, Dennis. Please call me ‘Julia’, okay? I’m long past being called ‘Doctor’ or ‘Professor’.”“Deal.”She put the towel down. Picking up a simple white dress, she slipped it on over her head and tied it at the waist. Made of thin cotton, it revealed a fair bit of the form beneath. Her brown hair, still wet, dampened the cotton.“Let’s go up to my place. I’ll get you something to eat and we can talk some more,” Julia said after she finished dressing. I followed her up a narrow path to the small wooden building that she called home. It was a cozy little cabin with a large main room that acted as kitchen, dining room, and living room. There was no computer or other modern paraphernalia in sight, not even a television or telephone. Bookshelves occupied most of one wall, though, suggesting what her main leisure activity was. A large wood stove dominated the room.I settled into a chair while Julia lit the stove and put a kettle on. We chatted as she waited for it to boil. Once the kettle was boiling, she poured our tea and got out some bread, cheese, and fruit to eat. It was a simple but tasty lunch.“Why did you retire early and move out here, anyway?” I asked after a few mouthfuls.“Many reasons. Frustration with my academic career was one. The end of my marriage was another. Call it a midlife crisis if you like, but I needed the break.”“You live pretty simply out here?”“I do. I like it that way. No papers to write, no committees to sit on, no classes to prepare and teach.”“Must get rough though. No hydro. Cooking on a wooden stove.”“I’m pretty efficient now. Got a huge load of firewood from a guy who was clearing his land on the other side of the lake so I just have to split what I need. I take a boat or sled to the village once a week to shop. I do have a simple propane heating system but I save it for winter when the heat is more badly needed and the wood stove isn’t always enough.”“Sounds kind of idyllic in some ways but I’m not sure it’s my cup of tea. I enjoy a week or two in the bush now and then but I can’t see myself living in the back country.”“It’s not for everyone. How did you track me down?”“Doctor Max Robertson let slip that he’d heard you talk about a place in the bush. Then I read your work on marsh ecology that led me to look into where that research took place. Like the marsh west of here. It was just a matter of doing some nosing around until I found a bush property in this county owned by a Miller.”The professor smiled.“You’re good. The property belonged to an uncle who sold it to my father who willed it to me.”From there, we segued into my interview questions, whiling away the afternoon with them and various digressions. I was finding myself rather enjoying Julia’s company. The fact that she was naked save for the dress probably helped, of course. More than once, she inadvertently flashed me views up the skirt or down the U neck. At least I thought it was inadvertent Ataşehir Escort at the time.By the time we finished, I had enough material for a few articles, maybe even a small book. I glanced at my watch.“I need to get going, I guess. It is at least a couple hours back to where I parked and then thirty minutes to the campground where I was hoping to crash.”“You parked by the old barn on the bay?”“Yes.”“You can leave it there. I know them and they’ll take care of it. Why not just stay the night here?”I raised my eyebrows but gladly accepted. It would likely be more comfortable than the tent I had brought and it would let me get to know Julia some more. Age gap notwithstanding, I was finding myself quite attracted to the woman.Julia showed me to the bedroom. It was a second room on the east end of the cabin. The beds were really just shelves coming out of either wall. One had a mattress and comforter on it along with some pillows, the other was empty.“You can just roll your sleeping bag out here,” the professor said nodding towards the empty bed, “I have a foam mattress pad you can put underneath and you can steal a couple of my pillows.”After dropping my backpack in the bedroom, I helped her prepare a stew and biscuits for dinner. As the evening drew on, Julia lit a couple kerosene lamps for light and we tucked into the meal. After dinner, she got out some homemade wine that she had bought from a friend in the village. With glasses in hand, we sat in the lamplight and talked about anything that came to mind.“Do you get lonely out here?” I asked after a while.“Sometimes. But I felt pretty lonely on campus, too.”“I know that feeling. Sometimes you can be surrounded by people but still feel alone.”“Is there anyone?”“As in a girlfriend? No. Last one called it splits over a year ago and I haven’t dated much since.”“Too bad. You’re a nice looking guy. Nice to talk to, too.”“Thanks,” I answered, blushing a little, “You’re nice yourself. Pretty, too.”She smiled and an odd twinkle came into her brown eyes.“You know what I miss most out here?”“No. What?”“Sex.”“Sex?”“Exactly. I haven’t been with a man in something like three years. I barely remember the last time.”“Wow. And I thought my eight month dry spell was bad.”Julia chuckled.“To a young guy like you, I’ll bet eight months without sex probably feels like three years.”“In a way, I guess. Surely you could find someone in the village or something.”“I suppose. There aren’t many people, though, and not many of those are available guys. The married men aren’t an option. The place is so small a wife would know in no time if I started screwing around with her husband. What about you? Why aren’t you getting any?”I shrugged.“I could say that I’m too busy or something but really, I just haven’t found anyone I feel like getting intimate with since the breakup. Tried casual hook-ups but that doesn’t really work for me. I guess I like being in a relationship with the person I’m sleeping with.”“That’s kind of sweet, really. You must had a real bond with this girlfriend.”“I did. Apparently, though, it was one way.”Julia shook her head, then yawned.“I’m getting tired. You want to clean up before bed? I have a shower of sorts.”“A shower? Out here?”“Come and see.”Julia got up and headed for the door. I followed, my eyes enjoying the sight of the professor’s large, shapely behind wriggling under the thin fabric of her dress. She led me outside and around to the back of the cabin where a frame held a large water barrel. There was a pipe with a showerhead coming out of the bottom with pull chains to open and close a valve.“I can pump water up from the lake or just let it fill with rain,” she said, “It’s full right now but go easy on the water or I’ll make you run the pump tomorrow.”I started removing my t-shirt and noticed she was settling down on a stump.“You’re going to watch?”“You’ve seen me naked and wet,” the professor pointed out.“Fair enough,” I answered with a chuckle.I finished undressing, hanging my clothes on a wooden rack she had set up for the purpose. Facing Julia, I spread my arms and grinned.“There you go, Professor. Enjoying the view?”Her eyes glanced down. I have a decent-sized cock, or so my ex-girlfriend had told me. Almost hits seven inches when fully erect. If asked, I round up.“I am, actually.”I stepped into the shower and pulled the chain to turn it on. Water poured down over my body. It was cold but it was hardly the first cold shower I’d had. Shutting off the water again, I grabbed a soap bar from a shelf attached to one of the supports and started washing. Julia was watching me intently. Ataşehir Escort Bayan Her nipples were hard, pushing up against the material of the dress. I was not sure if she was cold or aroused.I made a show of turning away shyly while I washed my penis and balls, then I turned back to rinse. That gave the professor a good look at my soapy cock, which had stiffened a little from the stimulation of washing. I pulled the on chain and quickly rinsed, making sure to rub myself clean of soap in full view of Julia. She smiled and shook her head. As I shut off the water, she got up and walked up to me with a towel.“You clean up well,” she said as I began toweling off.“Thanks.”We went inside. I pulled on boxer shorts and a tank top for sleeping. Julia stripped off her dress and replaced it with a short cotton nightgown. We poured more wine and sat up on our beds to enjoy it and chat some more.“Do you find me attractive, Dennis?” Julia said after a lull in our conversation.I looked over at her. She was, indeed, a lovely woman.“Yes,” I answered, “I do.”“Even though I’m old enough to be your mother? Hell, maybe even your grandmother.”That got me chuckling.“Age doesn’t enter into it. Beauty is beauty. And you aren’t even close to being as old as my grandmother.”That brought a smile to her lips. Putting her glass aside, Julia got up and walked over to my bed. She sat on the edge. Her hand came to rest on my cock, rubbing it lightly through my cotton shorts.“Would you sleep with me, Dennis? Am I that attractive?”I was tense with both nerves and excitement. My cock was hardening rapidly at the touch of Julia’s hand.“Yes,” I responded in a hoarse whisper.I was going to say more but Julia’s mouth cut me off. She pressed it to mine, sliding her tongue past my lips. I found her breast with my hand, kneading the soft flesh through the thin cotton of her nightie. The professor’s nipple grew into a hard bud under my fingers. I pinched it lightly. Julia pulled her mouth off of mine and gasped.“Sorry. Did that hurt?” I asked.She smiled.“Yes, but in a very good way.”With a single, smooth gesture, the professor stripped off her nightgown. This time, I saw Julia’s body in all its glory and had the time and focus to enjoy the sight. Her breasts were nicely sized for her body with only a little sag. Freckles dotted their upper surfaces. The erect pink nipples that capped them were surrounded by large aureoles. Below her tits, a smooth, toned belly led down to wide hips and lean, muscular thighs. Between those thighs was an unkempt brown bush above large, soft pink lips. Over fifty or not, Doctor Julia Miller looked great in the nude.Julia got up and straddled my lap. Her pussy rested on my cock with only my thin cotton boxers separating them. The fabric dampened as her juices soaked in, signalling just how wet the professor was. Thrusting her tits towards me, she simultaneously pulled my head towards them. I got the end of one in my mouth and began sucking on the hard nipple. Julia held my head there, forcing me to suckle as she rubbed her wet snatch against my hardness.“Bite it, baby. Hurt me a little,” she gasped.I obliged, tentatively at first but harder as Julia urged me on. My girlfriends had never wanted anything like that. I was surprised and aroused by the experience.Julia finally released my head and I fell back on the pillow catching my breath. She pulled down the waistband of my boxers to free my stiff prick. Precum was leaking from the tip, though it was hard to tell since I was wet with her pussy juice. Holding it in her hand, the professor gently rubbed the head against the wet lips of her opening.“Dennis, I want your cock in me,” she said, “Do you want to fuck me, Dennis?”“Yes, please. I want to fuck your wet pussy, Doctor Miller.”Julia ignored my lapse into formality. With a grin on her pretty face, the professor slid down my pole, easily taking me all the way in. She was very wet and not as tight as other girls I had been with. It felt fantastic to have her warm, wet vagina enfold me.“Fuck, that feels food,” she gasped.“Me, too.”Julia began moving, sliding slowly up and down my shaft. She leaned over me, supporting herself on her arms to let her tits dangle. I took them in my hands and began massaging them.“Hurt me,” Julia said, her voice breathless and her eyes half-closed, “Pinch my nipples.”I did as she asked, taking both nipples between thumbs and forefingers to pinch, then twist, them.“Fuck, yeah,” she gasped out, “Harder.”I obeyed, a little nervous about hurting the professor but also aroused by how much it seemed to turn her on.The Escort Ataşehir sensation of my hard cock sliding in and out of Julia’s wet cunt soon had me drawing close to orgasm. I began moving my hips, thrusting up to meet the professor each time that she slid down.“I’m going to cum, Doctor Miller,” I said, feeling the pressure building.“Let it go, Dennis, let it go. I’m close, too.”She became inarticulate, moaning as I pinched her nipples hard again. Her vagina fluttered, then clenched, around me. That was it. I went rigid and groaned as I exploded into her body. The orgasm went on far longer than I was used to, pleasure rippling through every sinew as my cock pumped away inside Julia’s pussy.The professor collapsed on top of me. Putting my arms around Julia, I held her as she began sobbing.“Oh God, I needed that so fucking badly,” Julia moaned into my shoulder, wetting my t-shirt with tears.It was light when I awoke the next morning. I was naked, having shed my clothes before we went to sleep. Julia had somehow left the bed without waking me. Probably I had slept better than usual after the amazing sex the night before. It was almost like having my first time all over again.There were noises coming from the main room of the cabin so I knew that Julia was doing something, maybe preparing breakfast. The smell of pancakes assailed my nostrils as if summoned to confirm that suspicion. Hunger began to stir. It was not the only thing stirring.I dug fresh clothes out of my bag and dressed. My mind kept replaying and rethinking my lusty tryst with the professor. Sex had been the farthest thing from my mind when I had headed out to find Doctor Miller. That had changed from the moment I first saw her nude body rise from the lake. As I ran over the events of the previous day, I began to realize that her mind had been on the subject, too. There were things she had done and said that had clearly been steering us towards that moment in the bedroom.Wandering out to the kitchen, I found my hostess dressed in cut-off jeans and a partly unbuttoned shirt. Her brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. The look made Julia seem younger than her years. She was standing over the wood stove flipping freshly made pancakes on to a plate.“Hungry?” she asked.I walked up behind Julia and laid a light kiss on her ear.“In more ways than one,” I answered.She laughed.“Good. I was hoping that last night hadn’t scared you off.”“Hardly.”We settled down at her rather large, wooden table and dug into our pancakes. Julia had some rather nice sausages to eat with them and plenty of good maple syrup to pour on them. It was the best breakfast I had eaten in a long time.“You cried last night after we had sex, Julia. Did something about it upset you? Did I hurt you too much?”She shook her head. “I was just feeling very emotional. I haven’t had a cock in me in so long, I forgot how good it felt. Not just the physical sensation but the intimacy of having another person’s body inside your own.”“I know that feeling. With you, though, it was extremely intense. You begging me to hurt you made the sex so much more intimate. It’s kind of scary.”Julia blushed.“It’s always been a thing for me. I tried full-on S and M with a guy in grad school but that was too much. For some reason, though, pinching and biting intensifies my arousal.”“Interesting but I’m so glad you let me share it.”“I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I always worry about how a lover will react to it.”“I reacted by getting turned on.”My eyes fell to Julia’s exposed cleavage. Some syrup had dripped on to her and was running down the side of her left breast. The professor noticed my gaze and looked down.“Want a taste?” she asked, beginning to unbutton the shirt.Julia got up and walked over to me. By the time she reached me, the shirt hung open to bare those lovely tits. I licked the syrup off, then gently bit the professor’s nipple. That made her gasp.“Tasty,” I said.“Maybe you should have more then.”Julia picked up the syrup and poured some more on to her tits. I smiled, then began eagerly licking the sweet, sticky syrup from her skin on one side, while using my hand to spread it over her tit on the other. Once one was clean, I set to work on the other, ending with the nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it hard, then bit down. The now familiar cry told me I had done it right.I pulled back from her breast and raised my now sticky fingers to her mouth. Julia licked and sucked them, a remarkably sensual feeling that had my cock rising in my shorts even more than it already was.“Still hungry?” she asked.“I am.”She stepped back from me and slipped the shirt off, then began undoing her cut-offs. As the professor slid them down and off, I got up and began undressing. By the time I was naked, Julia was seated on the edge of the table with her legs open. Picking up the syrup again, she drizzled more over her tits and on to her belly. I watched it run down her naked body.

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