Last year at the start of my last semester of college, a couple buddies took me to a gay bar in the city. I had just broken up with my fiance and I was in a really bad place emotionally. While we were dancing I noticed my Criminal Law professor in the crowd. I had only first met the man that week, but I knew for sure it was him. We made awkward eye contact a few times and then slowly made our way to each other on the dance floor. We danced for about a half hour while he whispered funny comments in my ear. It was the first time I'd laughed in so long.
Eventually, Ben whispered to me, "Would it be inappropriate of me to ask if you wanna get the hell out of here with me?" I laughed. "Very," I responded. "Let's go." I told my buddies I'd meet up with them later and then found myself walking around the city with Ben. The cold January night air had my teeth chattering, but I was too distracted by Ben's chiseled jawline and manly laugh to really notice. At some point during the conversation I had started rambling on and on about how I could never be a city guy, when Ben grabbed me and pushed me into the alley against a brick building, hard. He put his hands on my face and pulled me in for one of the most romantic kisses I'd ever experienced. "The Holiday Inn is just down the block. We could get a room there. Please, let me love you." At this point, he had given my crotch a squeeze and kissed me hard again, and I couldn't have said no if somebody paid me.
Once we got into our room, it didn't take long for the clothes to come off. Ben started sucking me in a way I'd never been sucked. There was something violent yet gentle about his technique, and I was moaning louder than I ever had in my life. When I warned him I was close to cumming, he stopped and rolled me over, giving my ass a gentle smack. Then he pushed me apart and started rimming me from behind. I gasped - this was something foreign to me as my ex refused to do that while we were together. It was considered taboo for us. As Ben probed me with his tongue, I felt something in me come alive - waves of pleasure rocking my nervous system, and I couldn't believe this was happening with a professor.
Ben must've been able to read my mind, because just as I felt an orgasm starting to build, he pulled his tongue out of me and rolled me over on my back again. "I want to look in your eyes." I couldn't believe how romantic this was for a one-night stand. He reached down off the bed into his jeans pocket and produced a condom while I laughed inside my head about the fact that he brought condoms with him to the club. He slid one on and was soon inside me. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, but I had just had a rough break-up, and I needed somebody to take it out on me. Soon my hands were on his ass, driving him into me while attempting to pick up the pace. He caught on to what I was doing and really let me have it. I couldn't stop myself - an intense orgasm rocked my body as I shook on the bed underneath him.
Typically, I was used to my ex pulling out after my orgasm, so I expected the same with Ben. I was surprised, however, when Ben's thrusting didn't stop. It was uncomfortable for me at first, but soon I started to feel that familiar pleasure and before I knew it I was screaming out moans of ecstasy again. I had four orgasms like that before Ben allowed himself to have even one. He is twelve years older than me, but it sure as hell didn't show. After that night, the two of us started seeing each other casually but ended up breaking things off after graduation, agreeing to be friends. I haven't seen him since, but boy do I think about the incredible sex we'd have every time I need a visual to get myself going.