The elevator in the ten-storey building containing her ninth-floor office was apparently out of order. Probably a lot of people didn't bother to show up, and it was almost 6PM when I arrived, so there was hardly anyone there anyway. Glancing around, the only person in the lobby was a red-haired woman, looked about 30, shuffling through some stapled papers. She was wearing knee-high boots and fishnet stockings, and was positively hot -- I caught myself staring, and so did she.
When her eyes met mine, she looked up quickly and asked, "Are you Matt?"
I nodded. "Dr. June?"
She smiled, folded up her papers, and said, "Oh, call me Angie. I need to bring a couple boxes up to my office, but the elevator's out. You mind helping?"
We proceeded out to the adjoining parking lot to her Civic, where she leaned into the back seat to grab the first of a pair of cardboard boxes. What a fox! I never expected a math prof to have such a nice ass.
"So, fit young man like you can make it up a few flights of stairs, eh?" she asked, winking at me over her shoulder. We started climbing up. I quickly started taking advantage of the view up her short skirt, her ass cheeks bouncing back and forth as she climbed the stairs. By the fourth floor, I was positive she knew what I was looking at, and felt embarassed. But she said nothing and kept a smile on her face.
As she rounded the halfway point at the sixth floor, she plopped her box down on one of the top steps and heaved a sigh. "Break time," she said, "these shoes are brutal."
"Well," I said, quite glad for the break, "I'm impressed, you're in great shape."
She sat down on the stairs and crossed her legs, looking at me through the railing. With the sexiest smile, she said bluntly, "Yeah, I can tell you're impressed with my shape." I blushed and broke eye contact. She laughed. "It's okay, honey. You know, there's basically no one up here..."
I could not believe what was happening. Dr. Call-Me-Angie was unzipping her jacket, revealing huge jugs in a black lace bra. She flipped her hair, and slowly leaned backwards. I rounded the corner and moved toward her, and she reached forward to pull my shirt off. I started to undo my pants, but she stopped me. "You know how to eat pussy?" She leaned all the way back, looking at the ceiling, and spread her legs.
Less than a second later, my face was buried between her smooth thighs, up her skirt, and I was licking her mound, her lips, her clit through the stockings. Her moans and sighs echoed through the stairwell. Soon, her left hand was pulling on the back of my head as her hips thrusted into my face. Her cunt was dripping wet. I slipped two fingers in, and after a minute or so of that she blew twice in succession, filling the stairwell with little high-pitched shrieks.
I moved up along her body as I undid my pants. I ran my face up her chest, between her now-bare tits. She smelled fantastic. My mouth met her waiting lips as her soft hand deftly guided my cock inside her. So soft and warm. We ate each other's faces as I vigorously fucked her. She was thrusting her hips out so violently that we slid down two steps once; must have hurt her back like a bitch, but she didn't even seem to notice.
I could tell she was on the verge of coming again, so I held out as long as I could. No good. I was going to come first. I started to pull out, but she opened her eyes and said, "Don't you fucking dare!" with such menace that I plunged back into her. She reached down and rubbed her clit, now moaning very loudly, and rode every last drop out of me before she was done.
After a minute of just laying there, breathing heavily, she said, "I still need those boxes in my office."
Afterward, she offered me a ride home. Out front of my apartment, as I was getting out, she winked at me and said, "I think this is going to be a good semester, Matt."