Love Machine

When the class ended, all of the students quickly put their clothes back on. As I pulled up my skirt, I noticed that a few of the other girls had put theirs on without panties. I guess I wasn't alone in that department. Then I threw on my blouse, but like most of the other girls, I left it unbuttoned for now. It would be easy enough to button them on our way. I'd almost reached the door, when I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. When I turned around, the professor signaled for me to wait, and soon after we were alone in the stifling classroom. I gazed upon her voluptuous figure while she finished dressing. My English professor was quite good-looking for her age. After she had zipped up her skirt, replaced her bra and finally put on her shirt, she turned to me and laughed, "I wasn't sure if you were joking or serious. Did you actually climax on a washing machine?"

"I...um...yes, it's true. It's no joke. I really enjoyed it!" I was completely honest.

"If you don't mind my asking, how did it compare to other toys, like a vibrator or a Sybian," she asked.

"I don't really know," I replied. "I've never used a vibrator, and I don't know what that other thing is."

"Really?" She looked surprised. "Almost every woman I know started using a vibrator by high school, some even earlier. Also, with the internet, I thought every girl your age would be familiar with the Sybian."

"My family is quite conservative and strict. We didn't have internet, and the network at my school blocked a lot of sites," I responded a bit sheepishly.

She moved beside me and put her arm over my shoulders. "If you're interested, maybe sometime I could show you some examples - anything from basic sex toys like dildos and vibrators, to love machines like the Sybian," she flirtatiously offered.

While it was a tempting proposition, there was just something strange about having this discussion with my English professor. "Um...I'm not sure about that," I replied and slightly shrugged my shoulders.

She smoothly shifted her head and shoulder a bit closer toward me and slid her arm and hand down toward my waist. "I've can even show you a few toys that are designed to satisfy two women at once." She was obviously confident about her body and sexual prowess, but now I realized that she had a hungry sexual appetite, and I had become the next appetizer on her menu.

Before her hand could drop any lower, I squirmed out of her hold. "I'm sorry, but I need to leave now. Those toys sound really interesting, but I'm going to pass. Thanks for the offer." By that point, I was already heading toward the door and out into the hall. I heard her call out, "If you ever change your mind...", but after that I was too far away.