Serendipity

Jordan was rooted in place. He had no clue who John was and more importantly what he looked or sounded like. “Mhmmm,” he responded, hoping that the answer would satisfy her without raising alarm.

“Mmm, honey, I thought you must have fallen asleep at the office again. I’ve been waiting for you,” the sleeping beauty sung with a gradually more awakened tone. Her eyes fluttered, though they clearly had not adjusted to the darkness yet. “Come here and let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” she purred.

Jordan knew that as soon as he opened his mouth or her eyes adjusted, she would realize he was not the man she thought he was. So he would have to act quickly and decisively. “Shhhh,” he hushed while putting a finger up to her lips. His other hand reached out and grabbed one of the neatly folded pillowcases off of her dresser. It was a risky gamble for sure, but with enough fortune it was the only path he could envision succeeding.

“Honey what are you doing?” the woman asked as she grew more alert.

“Shhhh,” Jordan once again hushed as he wrapped the pillowcase around her eyes as a blindfold. He had to fight the tremble in his fingers, as confidence was the only way the gambit could pay off.

“Ohhh baby. We haven’t don—“ an interlocking of lips cut off whatever words might have come next. Cherry red lips melted underneath Jordan’s youthful and enthusiastic attention. The jolt of electricity that charged the initial meeting of their mouths slowly dissipated and Jordan began to draw back. Giddy nervousness quickly resurfaced, replacing the passion and attraction he felt. He realized that there was no way he could possibly replicate the manner of kissing her partner practiced and surely she knew now that he was not John.

Their lips were nearly disconnected and Jordan was sure his foolish gamble had failed. He had been doomed from the start because he would never back down from a challenge. His pride had placed him inside of a teacher’s bedroom, blindfolding her and attempting to trick her into an obvious ruse. The moment lingered in Jordan’s perception for so long that he was sure he had frozen time.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m not Joh—“ he stammered out before he was cut off.

“Shhhhh.”

When she hushed him it was honestly a lot sexier than even Jordan’s most confident attempt. The soft purr she let out pulled every molecule of his body to attention. Hands crept up underneath his shirt and ran over each bump of his spine. A thorough and talented manicurist must have sculpted the blades that teased his virgin body.

Teeth softly anchored down on his bottom lip, skillfully holding him at bay. The teasing bite buoyed him until his fears and doubts washed away. In their place, passion and confidence surged.

The calm had nearly passed and the storm of their lust was quickly approaching. Lips parted and soft pink muscles tangled between the two mouths, neither able to garner an advantage over the other. The struggle was one of each partner mirroring the other and until a licentious rhythm was established.

Jordan’s inexperience ensured that anxiety and uncertainty could not be purged from his mind. Luckily his mind was not being used in this interaction and instead a deeper and primal instinct took over his body. Greedy hands lowered his partner to the bed while roaming and exploring her gentle curves.

The prize and initial goal of his escapade was quickly removed. Fumbling hands valiantly worked at the clasp, before mature and experienced fingers swept in to the rescue. The only true distance that the two pairs of lips had built was for the brief moments that garments had to be discarded. Article by article, clothing dropped out of the lustful war zone, until the only physical barrier that remained was a makeshift blindfold.

Writhing and beautifully naked bodies wrapped together on the cloudlike foam mattress. A lipstick trail was quickly paved down Jordan’s body. A devious smile lit up her face as she hovered over his virgin erection. The sight of her masked face lingering above his eager tool was torturous and exhilerating. Her warm breath teasingly foreshadowed first contact. Silky lips landed a lingering kiss. And another. And another.

A smooth palm glided along Jordan’s muscular thigh on a direct course to his groin. Deft fingers wrapped around the base of his alert and throbbing erection. His head was held in place between her glossy lips. The image before him would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life. Then the teasing stopped...

His entire length was engulfed and every nerve activated by the warm, moist pressure of a talented tongue. One hand gripped the cotton sheets for support, while the other gently rest upon her head. Her mouth drew back slowly, retreating to stimulate the end of his tool. Down and back she worked him, leaving no part of his sensitive organ unattended.

The experience began to grow from uncharted territory to mounting pressure. At this, Jordan turned the tables. Ending her skilled ministrations and positioning her other set of lips above his face took more willpower and technique than he had thought it would. Pornography had definitely made this look a lot simpler, but boyish enthusiasm made up for his lack of finesse. Understanding his intentions, she happily clamped her thighs around his head and lowered herself onto him.

A young man exposed to a new type of candy shop, he relished in every part of the experience. Every lap of his tongue solicited a louder encouragement and every sensitive area discovered brought about a louder moan. He kissed and caressed, tasted and tongued. The burning desire between the teacher and student grew unbearable.

She dismounted his face, hungry for the one thing that remained. Guiding him to her entrance, the teacher was presenting the final exam in her lesson of unbridled pleasure. Acting as the diligent student he was, Jordan lifted his hips and thrust upwards.

Her soaking treasure adjusted to accommodate his girth. Gentle but unwavering in his passion, he pressed forward. Bolstered on by the ecstasy that was painted across her angelic features, his hips withdrew and returned.

In a mutual crescendo of gyration, the pair worked up steam. Hands were a blur as they groaped and scoured. Moans and grunts overlapped. Neurologists would be in disbelief that sensory overload had not caused a blackout.

Jordan had passed the point of no return. Thoughts of whether or not he should ask about pulling out were discarded as her insides clamped down on him with unbelievable pressure. Her attempt to silence herself as she climaxed resulted in a whimper that pushed him over the edge. Thrusting fully into her, he let go of any inhibitions. Pleasure skyrocketed through his body and shot out of his pumping erection.

After riding the waves of orgasmic bliss, the pair slumped down in exhaustion. Letting her heaving chest settle softly atop his, they lay in that moment not wanting to face reality. He looked at her, still blindfolded, wondering what thoughts ran threw her head.

“You know that I can’t stay,” he softly whispered to her. After waiting a few moments for a response, one came in the form of a snore. He could not help but chuckle as he slowly untangled himself from her and got dressed. He made sure to grab the bra and remove her blindfold, then snuck back to his dorm room.