Delia Sands Alt.

"Hello, professor!" Says Professor Sands "We've got a slight delay funnelling in the audience, something about a jammed door. I've been told it won't take too long to clear but the museum can't allow anyone in without all doors operational. Fire safety hazard, you know the drill."

I'm momentarily overcome with relief at the idea that the door might be unfixable and I might be able to go home without bearing myself on stage.

"I want you to stay there prepared for the class ok? No running off and no covering up. Bridget, give him some words of encouragement and then head down the hall to the rest of your class."

"Yes ma'am." Chirped Bridget.

"Ok, see you soon. And remember hands to your sides Professor." Delia said before turning around and entering the hallway outside, closing the door behind her.

Bridget and I must have had the same idea because as my cock twitched and pressed into her back, she turned around to face me and kissed me again. She placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart beat for her. Damn! The effect this woman had on me was like nothing else. I leaned into her kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Bridget moaned, slid her hand down my chest, across my stomach, and soon reached my penis. Rock hard in her hand it throbbed against her touch. Back and forth her soft hand slid gently along my length, twisting at the tip and then making its way back to the base. She moved her other hand down further below, she grabbed my balls and began gently playing with them. Bridget sped up her motion on my cock, jerking me faster. I let out a moan.

"Bridget... I... think we... should sto... p..."

"But the fun has only just started." She responded breathing heavily.

"What if... we... get caught? They could have... fixed that door... by now..."

"Who cares?" She said as she lowered herself. Squatting in front of me, now eye level with my throbbing member, she licked her lips.

"You're not ready for this." She said winking at me.

Oh god.

Her head moved towards me slowly, and the tip of my cock brushed against her cheek, she pushed against it, nuzzling my cock with her face. She then quickly moved her head back. Her lips parted. _Oh my god. _Her soft lips pressed against the head of my cock, gently kissing it. Then suddenly her mouth enveloped it, her tongue caressing me in her mouth. Deeper still. She moved down my cock, now taking in half of my shaft. Her head bobbed back, then forth again, building up a rhythm. She was less gentle now, taking me in deeper and deeper until she topped out. The full length of my cock in her mouth, the tip pressing against the back of her throat, her lips pressed against my pubis. A slight gag escaped her mouth. She pulled back, my cock sprang free from her mouth, sliding against her cheek and spreading her saliva and my precum across her pretty face.

"Oh my god, that was so hot." Bridget said catching her breath.

"That was incredible," I said a bit too loudly. "But we really should stop. We can continue this later."