The Teacher (Pt. 2)

After reading the note, I looked up and he was staring right at me. He took a sip of his beer but he never broke eye contact with me. I couldn't help but keep staring at him. He just had that thing about him that I couldn't break away.

"Hey, will you be okay without me for a couple of hours?" I asked Belinda.

"Girl, take the whole night. That guapo looks like he wants to ravish you right there on the bar. Go on. Just tell me everything in the morning," said Belinda.

She took the drink she ordered and went off on the dance floor where she started dancing with a couple of guys. I picked up my drink and walked over to this mystery man, who held out his hand as I got closer.

"My name is Calvin," he said, smiling.

"Ariana," I said, smiling.

We ended up talking at the club for most of the night, danced a little bit, then we decided to get out of there and go somewhere more private. We managed to get a hotel room at one of those rustic hotels. As soon as I got in the room I took off my shoes. They were fucking killing me after standing all night. I sat down on the bed and rubbed my feet. Calvin took the foot I was rubbing and started rubbing it himself. He was putting pressure in all the right places, it felt great. Then he kept moving up my leg, the pressure getting softer and softer as he got to my thigh. He moved my foot up to his lips and he softly started kissing them. Normally, I wouldn't let anybody go near my feet, but with him it was different. He started kissing my toes, then he continued to move up my leg with his lips. With every kiss I felt a tingling sensation between my legs and my nipples. When he got to the hem of my dress he jumped up and kissed me so quick I didn't realize it until he grabbed me by my legs and straddled them around him. His lips were soft but at the same time aggressively going after mine. He broke away and started kissing my neck. Each kiss he planted on my neck was soft and sensual, and it made me feel warm with a tingling sensation down my spine. My arms wrapped around his neck as he kept kissing mine, lightly grabbing his hair in the process.

"Damn, I can feel your heart beating a mile a minute," he said as he moved down to my chest, "You a virgin or something?"

I shook my head, "No, I just haven't been with anybody since I split from my husband."

He started kissing the space between my boobs, his hand slowly moving into my dress. I could feel his hand slowly reaching for my pussy.

"I can make you forget about him," he said, moving my panties to the side.

I could feel his finger looking for my clit and he found it with no problem. He started rubbing my clit and it felt so good I couldn't help but moan. He used his teeth to pull my dress down on my chest, exposing one of my boobs. He started licking my nipple and dear God it felt so damn good I just pushed him closer to my chest. He nipped at it a little bit and when he did I just felt this jolt of half pain and half pleasure, and I could feel myself turning into a slip and slide. He stuck his middle finger in my pussy and started fingering the fuck out of me. Every thrust of his fingers felt so good that at this point I just wanted him to fuck me, hard. He put in another finger. God, it felt so good. He started fingering me, then used his thumb to rub my clit. I could feel myself on the edge of cumming. The harder he went the harder my fingers dug into his back; luckily I wasn't wearing acrylic nails. After another 30 seconds, I came hard on his fingers and I felt myself squirt too.

I heard him let out a low moan and I kissed him and pulled him closer, straddling my legs and transferring some of my wetness onto him. As I kissed him, my hands traveled down his body, feeling every single ab muscle he had. Once I got to the edge of his jeans, I traced my fingers along his jeans then unbuttoned them. After I unzipped them I started kissing his neck, and I could hear low moans of pleasure. I reached my hand down into his pants and I felt his nice hard cock in my hand and I could tell it it was a big one...