... close..." (v.2)

You can guess why he is so impatient, judging solely by how hard his clothed cock is digging into you. All you can manage in response is a hurried nod. He smiles, ensuring you are steady on your feet before peeling his body from yours, leading you through the building.

You feel eyes on you every time you pass someone, mostly the teenage staff of the theater, the heat between your thighs growing with every gaze. The cool night air that hits you as you follow Professor Isaac from the building shocks your system, but does nothing to calm your lower lips even as the breeze tickles at them.

Suddenly, your companion shifts his path, leading you around the side of the theater. Parking lot surrounds the establishment on three sides, no buildings close enough to create an alleyway. You soon find yourself behind the building, the one side that has no parking spaces. There is a little alcove near to the back door where your professor pushes you against the wall. If anyone were to exit through that door, they would have little trouble noticing the two of you.

The anxiety that thought inspires within you soon fades as Keith pushes your shirt up over your tits. He continues, however, and you obediently raise your arms, allowing him to strip the garment away entirely. Fortunately, he doesn't just toss it away blindly. Instead, he tosses it on top of a landscaped hedge next to you.

You let out your moans freely as he starts in on your chest, gently if enthusiastically massaging one breast as he nips and sucks at the other. Your back arches, pushing your tits into his attentions as your arms wrap around his neck, hands in his hair holding him in place. He spends minutes simply lavishing you with this attention, switching between sides so that both receive equal attention. Finally, it seems, he can't hold out any longer.

You whine slightly as he moves away, your strength no match for his, but are not left disappointed for long. His zipper lowers, followed soon by his pants and underwear, his cock springing forth. One of his hands slips behind your knee, testing your flexibility as he lifts your leg to his shoulder. His other pushes your thong aside before guiding his dick into position.

You cry out with passionate joy as he enters you once more, immediately falling into a rapid pace. Your sounds quiet only as he presses his lips to yours forcefully, dominating your mouth with a deep, delving kiss. You clutch onto his back, barely able to hold yourself up in your current position. He keeps you in place, one hand on your hip as the other holds your raised leg in place.

Your eyes open wide as you hear the door opening. He slows his movements, but doesn't stop. You hear two younger male voices talking, but can't make out what they're saying. A shiver runs through you as you struggle to hold in a moan.