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Engineering Body Heat

An Aeronautical Engineering student's flirtation with human chemistry.

By Velia SandersPublished 6 years ago 8 min read
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We didn't hide it very well

It was the first day of my Freshman class in Introduction to Aeronautical Engineering 101 and I was truly anxious for the rigors of what may lay ahead academically that semester. I, along with the other incoming students, filed in to the empty desks in the multi-level room. We waited for the professor to show up to commence with Syllabus discussion and of what would be expected of us as the semester wore on.

In my usual fashion, I sat exactly in the middle of the action, so there were students seated in front of and behind me. I found that this seating arrangement allowed me to hear better questions, answers, and discussions in the academic setting. And this was the desk I'd sit at for a majority of that academic term.

Soon, the professor entered the room and situated his briefcase contents on the desk at the front of the stadium-style seating. At once, he pulled out a bundle of stapled papers and began to distribute them to us students. When he passed my desk he handed me the documents and did a double-take before proceeding to the neighboring desks. I felt a bit self conscious with his looking me over but didn't dwell too long on the thought.

Once the papers were handed out completely, he then introduced himself to us as our instructor, Professor Ahmad. He informed us he was a retired engineer, formerly employed with Lockheed Martin. He also mentioned that he graduated from the very university we were currently attending. He then regaled us with his career highs and anecdotes about projects he'd been on, many of which were classified and thus not up for disclosure.

At this point, Professor Ahmad gave students the floor to ask questions as to what his class expectations were up to and including his grading scales, the workload we would face, and he made certain to tell us that not every student sitting in class that day would ever make it to graduation. He said that our studies would at best, be rigorous. Soon, it was time to depart as the two hour class period ended and all of us filed out with mixed facial expressions and negligible body language.

As I walked in front of the professor's desk en route to the exit, I noticed he watched me, almost studying. I was hyper-aware of his gaze and hoped my burning red cheeks didn't give me away to him. And that was that, at least on day one.

About a month and a half into the academic term, we had an exam scheduled. As we filed into our seats and arranged our desks with our pens and calculators, Dr. Ahmad handed us our test booklets. He said we had the entire class period to complete them. He then sat back down at his desk on the lower level of the room. As I began recording my formulae to answer the test questions, I arrived at a problem for which I needed assistance. I walked down the steps to whisper a question to the professor in a more discreet manner so as not to disturb my classmates.

Dr. Ahmad looked over my work and theorems for the problem I needed some guidance on, and he instructed me to look again at my calculations. And then, to my utter surprise, he took the pen out of my hand and wrote on the top of my booklet, "See me after class" and gave me my pen. As I turned to return to my desk, my heart sank. I thought for certain this meant failure for me.

As the clock showed time was up and that we were to conclude our tests, we filed out dropping our exams on Dr. Ahmad's desk. I proceeded directly to his office per the directive written on my exam. He met me there roughly ten minutes after me, unlocked the door, and sat down behind his desk. I sat in a chair in front of it and greeted him. He smiled and then asked me the reason I thought that he requested I meet with him after class. I answered that I wasn't certain, other than thinking that the work I produced on my exam was figured incorrectly. He reclined in his chair and said, "So, you really don't know why you're here? You don't yet know how to read my body language. For being so smart it surprises me you can't tell." And with that, he smiled again. I immediately began to sense the energy in the office had changed. And I said, "Body language? What you are doing now appears to me to be flirting with me. Am I on the right track?" He gave me an affirmative nod and chuckled. I then became less self-conscious, and took it that I must appeal to him beyond the teacher-student paradigm. And as direct as I could be I said, "Do you want what you see?"

He smiled a very longing smile as his eyes squinted and gestured to me to approach him behind his desk. I dropped my backpack, stood up, and walked around meeting him at his chair. He again gestured. Without words he patted his legs as a cue for me to sit on his lap. I looked at him, smiled, and proceeded to take my panties off from under the skirt I wore. One of his eyebrows raised as he unbuckled his pants-belt. And I climbed onto him all the while feeling only slightly awkward and worried we were going to get caught. He closed his eyes and began feeling my skin and all the sinews of my legs that now were positioned over his hardness. He grasped my thighs and inserted himself firmly.

In a low voice, he asked me if it felt good to be with him this way and whether it was okay to put himself fully inside me. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and felt him situating his dick to aid in full penetration. Very soon, I heard him moan a little. And I felt his hardness flex and contract while I moaned. He was large. The very act of penetration excited us both.

He seemed primal and ravenous. He was now grunting and in between quickened breaths, telling me how much he had fantasized about me this way. I began riding him, slow at first, then picking up in pace as I felt him contract inside me. He started breathing heavy and I leaned forward and took the onus to kiss him... Our kiss became frantic... I rode him faster and let out moans between wet kisses. Grunting, gutteral sounds and squeaky chair noises echoed in the office. He began to ride the chair pushing himself up and down as I danced forward and backward. He said then in a voice I knew originated from an intense place, "Fuck me hard! Ride me. I want to see you when you cum..."

I tilted my head back again and simultaneously grabbed his hands to clasp my breasts over the shirt I wore. And he grunted and moaned and continued pumping up and down while I rode him like a cowboy does a horse...

Up and down, back and forth. Grunting louder, moaning, gasping for breath. I then leaned forward and clasped his face to look in his eyes and said, "I could explode right now... I want to cum...will you let me?" He nodded and said, "If you do, I will... I don't want you to get pregnant- is it okay... if I pull out at the moment... of no return?" I barely could nod in affirmation that it was. And I continued the lap dance, up and down and back and forth. Suddenly, I felt chills travel up my spine. I shivered and covered my own mouth... I was cumming. Just like that, he pulled out, lifted my shirt and ejaculated all over my abdomen.

We both were breathing so furiously as though we had just run a marathon. He tilted his head back, smiled, and said, "Fuck yes..." I kissed his cheek and his lips. And then stood up, feeling wet and sweaty, and grabbed a tissue from his desk to wipe my stomach. I returned to the chair in front of his desk and giggled. And he looked at me and smiled and said that this will be our secret. And that this will also not bear any weight on how he grades me for the semester.

I laughed. He was incredibly smart, sexy, and had an amazing wit; I reveled in it. Hilariously, as though we were in an X-rated sitcom, there came a knock on his office door. Our eyes met and looked like saucers. I was thinking, "Oh no! We're in trouble!" Then he loudly said, "Hi there! Please come back in ten minutes and I will address you then." We both heard whomever it was walk away then and back down the hallway.

I quickly put on my panties, and made sure my shirt showed no wetness. He re-buckled his trousers and tucked in his shirt. He smiled at me as I put my backpack on my shoulder then said, "I will be in touch. Call me at this number if you need anything in the meantime or see you next class." He handed me a sheet of paper with a phone number and came from around his desk to hug me. "Please be discreet about us, Ahava."

And with that, I left. I made sure no one was out in the hallway and took off in a run after I saw the proverbial coast was clear.

That was the semester I awakened. We dated clandestinely for two years after that day. He taught me a lot about the power I had, though Aeronautical Engineering was not among it. To this day, I thank him for his time shared with me and I know we had a good thing.

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Velia Sanders

I am interested in AI, lifestyle, and spirituality.

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