I'm counting on you to take this seriously." She felt a little shiver at how deeply he'd gotten into the role, and how uncertain this now felt. "This is your last chance to back out, Claire," he said, handing her a small bag. " On his nod, she excused herself to the bathroom and slipped the vibrator into her pussy. According to the procedure, she would approach at least thirty patrons to get her "A." She would ask each if she could get their help with a physiology experiment, which would involve taking their pulse, then kissing them on the lips, and then taking their pulse again.Inside, she recognized the remote-controlled vibrator they'd used only once in public. Unbeknownst to the volunteers, "Claire" would record for each if they were condition A (control) or condition B (aroused), where the kiss would coincide with Claire's vibrator triggering in her pussy.She was sexy in those texts like always, but Mark couldn't deny that she'd reacted much more strongly than usual to a bit of flirting. He just didn't let on that he had an assignment for her. " His eyes lingered on the hemline of her skirt, halfway between her knee and her rapidly warming pussy. You need to earn your grades in this class, Claire." Joanna could settle for this just fine: a little further than they'd gone before, and probably some wicked hot sex at the end. You can't just retake the exam, they're graded and in." "But..." Joanna didn't have to fake the confusion, but she decided to roll with it. I really need this "A." I just know we can work something out..." she ran her tongue over her lips, and tried for confidence as she firmly gripped his engorged cock through the slacks. " This felt too good, and Mark had plans for the evening. "There is one possibility, but you need to take this seriously.*** Joanna looked up in surprise as she walked out of the bathroom of the hotel room they had gotten for the night. I could allow an extra credit project, but you'd have to get it done tonight, and it might be past your comfort zone."If you want to do this, you'll be helping me in my research. " She started to unbutton her blouse, but he was already headed to the door. You'll need that manila envelope as well," he gestured at her elbow.You'll need to commit to stick with it the whole night, even though it might be difficult. Slightly confused, Joanna follow her husband, but tonight it was Claire following her professor out the door. Joanna reached for her husband's hand, but he shook it off. Try to behave professionally." Slightly annoyed, she increased the distance between them, but he only gave a curt nod and kept walking.With, she later admitted, visions of a naughty schoolgirl on her knees filling her head the whole time. "Now Claire," he interrupted in a firm tone, "we've already been down this road.
When she returned to the dance floor, her "professor" was just returning from the bar.
She'd had a few "zingers"—that sudden rush of electric sensation—when she'd realized he was sounding her out about her boundaries. Would she want to have a safeword or just trust him and play it by ear? Would he get so into his role that he would push her to finally spread her legs for him at that very public barstool, ride him on that centrally located bed, or get fucked while leaning over the railing? She let the complications fall away as she pulled on the stockings, the too-short plaid skirt, and the tight white blouse over the revealing bra.
It was almost a disappointment when she realized they were heading to the city and the swinger club's Naughty Schoolgirl Night. She was going to enjoy the hell out of tonight regardless.
He handed her a shot of whiskey and reached into his pocket. " *** The professor almost missed his cue, watching the lithe woman in the black dress lean into his curvy sexpot of a student.
Claire's pussy was instantly on fire, the buildup from the walk over and the anticipation magnifying the sensation. " As she dutifully recorded the number on her clipboard, she noticed his girlfriend staring hard at her. Just in time he looked at his notes and activated her vibrator as their lips met.Mark was already dressed, and he'd dressed the part: shirt, slacks, blazer... Weirder, he was sitting at the desk in the small hotel room, with a stack of books and papers in front of him. Claire, sit down." He gestured firmly to the chair.