Secret Hookup with My German Teacher (NSFW Erotic)

Hmm, I'll take one of these. Ooh, definitely one of these. Uh I'll skip the Swiss. Just grab a few crackers and I think that'll do it. Thanks to the psychology department for keeping me alive on a steady diet of free cheese and crackers these last couple of years. I'll just grab my plate and make a silent escape back to my office. Oh, Lydia! Uh

Oh, it's never a good sign when my advisor is yelling my name. I'm either about to be forced into a very dull conversation about department politics or Or she's going to ask me to explain my research to someone who would rather be talking to her. I really need to get back to my office and finish up that proposal, but Oh well. Jane, subtle as ever, continues waving me over as I make my way through the clusters of students and professors milling about. I can't see who she's with.

Probably one of the new clinicians or that researcher we've been trying to coax into joining the faculty. It's someone tall, dark hair. It's you. Ah, Lydia, there you are. What was the name of the institute again? Were you going for your fellowship this fall? The um Institut for Sexual Health Studies in Dresden. That's right. I couldn't remember if it was the ISHS or the one in Berlin. Ah yeah, I'm familiar with it. It's a great place to study.

Heat flushes through my cheeks as I look up at you. Your blazer hugs your body loosely, and your white t-shirt is tucked just slightly into a pair of dark jeans. Your eyes meet mine for a moment, and you smile just a little. Just enough to give me a flutter of pleasure in the center of my chest. Oh, by the way, Lydia, this is Professor Becker. He's over in the philosophy department, but he's going to be teaching a seminar in our department next semester. Hi there. Nice to meet you.

Hello, Professor Becker. Ah, please call me a Roman. I don't even make my students call me professor. You know, Roman, the seminar you'll be teaching, it reminds me a lot of the research Lydia was doing last year. She's a wonderful TA if you ever need one. You're trying very hard to keep your attention on my advisor, but your eyes flick over to mine every few seconds. It's like you're fighting against a powerful urge to look at me.

Well, it's a shame you won't be here next semester. Otherwise the job would be yours. Your German must be great if you're going to be studying at the institute. It's uh acceptable. I could probably benefit from a few more lessons. Oh, would you two excuse me right quick? Professor Goldsmith just walked in and I need to have a word with him. Department chair, nonsense. Don't work too hard, Lydia. You deserve to get out of that cave for a bit. Yeah.

My office. No windows, unfortunately. Ah Oh, that's no good. You deserve better than that. Yeah, well, maybe next year. How are you? Very well. Now that you are here. It's been four or five days since our first meeting last week. I've been wanting to reach out and schedule another lesson, but there's just been so much to do with my trip coming up. I may be busy, but that doesn't mean I've stopped thinking about you at all. And you doing well, I hope.

Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I've been writing all day, trying to get my experiments squared away before I leave next month. Why actually are you at the psychology department's end of semester party? Uh well, if I am going to be teaching a psychology seminar, then I think that gives me the privileges to come and eat your department's free cheese and uh drink your crappy wine. Oh that's right.

That's wonderful. Congratulations. I honestly thought you were joking when you mentioned proposing a class last week. Maybe I was, but talking to you about it kind of sparked something in me. I decided to just try and see if it would be of any interest, and the department chair thought it sounded like a wonderful idea, so Bearing my syllabus not being approved, then you will see me much more over here. Is that so? Well, that's good news because um I could use some more German lessons.

I think you could as well. There's that look in your eyes again. That little switch that I saw happen last week when you um I don't know what to call it. Got into character? It's like you're suddenly someone else. Like you're standing up a bit straighter and your eyes are a little darker. I should go back to my office and get some more work done, but I can't even pretend to resist you.

All week I had been thinking about texting you, but forced myself to stay focused, to not lose sight of everything I have to get done in the next couple of months before I leave. I can almost feel all of that resolve draining out of me as you cock your head a little and smile. Now Thank you. Right now. Mm-hmm. I watch your eyes tick around the room, scanning the crowd to make sure no one is paying much attention to us.

I can feel my heartbeat in my throat as I lead us away from the auditorium and down the hall. I reach out to take your hand. Oh shit. No, we can't do that. I almost forgot how inappropriate this whole thing might be seen as. For your sake and mine, it's probably best we keep it our little secret. My body's bussing as we reach my office. It feels like there's something blocking me from taking a full breath, like I just walked into a wall of heat.

A thousand different images of what you're going to do to me spin through my head. Your mouth is on mine before I can fully get inside and close the door. Your kiss is heavy and intense, like you've been imagining this moment for days. I've been thinking about you a lot this week. Thinking about this. Yeah? Me too.

I pull away before you can lean in again, holding space between our bodies, forcing us to just sit with the anticipation. Something I really liked about last week was how in control I felt, even though you were the one playing the role of the strict disciplinarian. It felt like I was guiding you toward doing what I wanted, telling you in code how to touch me and where. Maybe it's the control freak in me. Or maybe I just need to learn to let go a little.

If you've been practicing your lessons this week. Yes, Professor. I stepped back and away from you and moved to sit on the edge of my desk. You follow me, pressing your torso up against mine with your hands flat on the cool, smooth surface. Between four bookcases and my desk, there's not a lot of room to move around. But I think we can use that to our advantage. You're going to have to prove it to me that you've been studying. Yeah. Yes, and you'd do well to take it very seriously.

You press your palm gently against my cheek and I lean into the touch. Your fingers push into the hair at the nape of my neck. They curl around a few strands and start to tug. You continue pulling until my head is tilted back and I'm forced to look up at you. Last week I let myself be malleable, let you lead me and guide my body where you wanted it. I'm more than a little curious how you react if I resist a little. I try to turn my head to the side, but your grip tightens and keeps me still.

Well so disobedient. You're just begging for discipline, aren't you? Mm-hmm. Yes, professor. Your free hand trails up my thigh and guide my legs apart. Each touch starts soft, like you're giving me an opportunity to adjust or guide you elsewhere. When I don't protest, your hands get rougher, more insistent.

Turn around. Before I can even process what you've said, you're spinning me around to face the desk. I lean forward and grip the outer edge. It's the same position you put me in last week, and I'm fairly certain that I know what's coming next. Take your pants off. Under where to You reach beneath my shirt and slide your hands up my abdomen, over my ribs. Your fingers slip beneath my bra, and you grip my breast as my pants fall down to my knees.

Let's start with something easy. Count to ten for me. Yes, keep going. Yes, continue. Heat is blooming across my ass, and it feels fucking good. I can feel my pussy clench right before each strike, and again right after I squeezed my hands tight around the edge of the desk. That's very good. Your pronunciation has improved. Ha ha ha! I want to draw this out. I want to feel your fingers on my clip. But I don't know how interested you are in giving me what I want right now.

You might be in more of a mood to punish and deny me. Do you not know what comes next? Mm. But what? You think you deserve a reward already? place I'm... Hmm, I'm really wet. Oh I uh Thanks for this short, but this story is too hot for most platforms. To listen to the full story, head on over to Create your account today. As a free user, you can listen to a select And if you upgrade to premium, you instantly. What are you waiting for? Go sign up now.