Straight A's: A Professor Justin Romero Romantic Adventure
Straight A’s
A Professor Justin Romero Romantic Adventure
By
F. O. Linden
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: The Start of Spring Semester (P. 3)
Chapter 2: Of Grades and Grapes (P. 23)
Chapter 3: An Office Visit and Grade Change (P. 35)
Chapter 4: Happy Hour and Fun in the Bathroom (P. 43)
Chapter 5: Friendly Neighbor and A Racket Revealed (P. 58)
Chapter 6: An Unexpected Surprise (P. 69)
Chapter 7: The Gym and the Dean’s Wife (P. 84)
Chapter 8: Making Moves (P. 97)
Chapter 9: Setting the Trap (P. 107)
Chapter 10: Caught in the Act (P. 114)
Chapter 11: Exam Week and Desktops (P. 127)
Chapter 12: A Long-Delayed Fantasy (P. 133)
Chapter 1: The Start of Spring Semester
The Spring semester at Carmen University is Justin’s favorite. The campus is awash in colors, as various flowers, plants and trees all emerge from their winter slumber, or at least what we call winter in Miami. Plus, the spring signifies moving past the mid-year hump, towards summer and a break from teaching. Professor Justin Romero enjoys teaching, no doubt, and a campus alive with students and faculty, as well as the activities and events they host. Of all this, however, it was the students Prof. Romero enjoys the most. They are inquisitive and insightful, with fascinating things to offer in the classroom. Given the breadth of their backgrounds and experiences, this isn’t all that surprising. Prof. Romero often tells his students that he learns just as much about the world around him from them, as they learn from him. One of the most rewarding aspects of being a college professor, for Justin, is seeing his students’ growth over the semesters, intellectually, as they discover and adopt new ideas and ways of thinking, and personally, as they turn into young adults with goals, excitement, and bright futures ahead of them. The spring signified something else, though, the nearing of summer, when Prof. Romero could return to his other true love, his research.
Justin Romero was a tenured, mid-career professor in the Department of Social Sciences. At 38, Prof. Romero had established himself as one of the university’s most sought after professors, with students waiting their whole college careers hoping to take his course “Social Sciences for Industry.” At 6’ 2” and 170lbs., Prof. Romero stood tall and had an athletic build. He could be found in the gym several days a week taking different exercise classes, lifting weights, stretching or on the elliptical machine. His athletic frame was decorated with a full head of thick dark hair. About 3 inches long on the top and sprinkled with a few grays, it was shaped up on the sides and back. Dark brown eyes framed by thick black brows and long lashes, and a constant 5 O’clock shadow, a little on the salt-and-pepper side, complemented the hair on his head. A wardrobe of assorted suites, vests and suspenders brought it all together and communicated one word to everyone: distinguished. That’s the word students used to describe him, distinguished and hot. He heard the rumors and even read them on the different online evaluation sites, “Prof. Romero is the best professor I’ve had. He’s smart, friendly and sexy. Take his class!” “I took Prof. Romero’s course Social Sciences for Sports and learned a ton about how to apply the content to the real world. Plus, I could stare at the most handsome professor on campus. I wish I could take another course with him before graduation.” Students found him attractive and admired his knowledge and confidence. Women and men wanted to be in his presence, some wanted more.
Carmen University was a renowned liberal arts university of about 5,000 undergraduate and 2,000 graduate students. It consistently graduated students who became famous authors, researchers, politicians, and business leaders. The university was unique in its student body, which contributed to its strength. Its relatively small size allowed for more intimate classrooms and teacher-student interactions. Students got to know their professors and professors got to know their students. There were a couple large lecture courses, but most were small and intimate. If you skipped class, the professor knew. If you didn’t contribute to class, the professor knew. The expectation was that professors remain available for students, and many would keep their office doors open for the visitor who wanted to follow up on the day’s class material, talk about other courses or graduation, or just stop by to chat about whatever was on their mind. Moreover, Carmen University’s healthy endowment allowed it to extend scholarships to bright students who would otherwise have to attend college elsewhere. This allowed Carmen University to enjoy a student body composed of the best and brightest students from across the country, and world, and from both urban and rural environments. It drew heavily from surrounding cities, including its home city of Miami, but also Atlanta, New Orleans, Houston and Dallas, as well as New York, Los Angeles, Philadelphia and San Francisco. About 1/3rd of its student body came from the Southeast US and Texas, about 1/3rd from the Northeast US and California, and the remaining form elsewhere in the US and abroad.
As he pulled into campus a little before 8am, he felt the usual first-day jitters. Even though he’d been at Carmen University for 8 years, the first day back always made him a little nervous. With his two courses, he’d be meeting about 40 new students, and he wanted to make sure his first impression excited them. But before he met a single one, he’d need to navigate the lack of parking spaces around campus. Driving up and down streets looking for a place to park, Prof. Romero eventually found a spot a few blocks from his office. He parked, grabbed his coffee and leather satchel, and headed into campus.
Prof. Romero was physically active and in good shape. He’d walk to places others drove to, took the stairs when others took the elevator, and rode his bike when and where he could. He liked keeping his legs moving and muscular, and took some pride in how well defined his calves and quads were. Exercising was one of the things he made ample time for each week. He didn’t mind parking several blocks from his office and hiking in. He looked at it as a way to sprinkle exercise into his everyday life. It was rucking for the professional, he reasoned.
As he walked towards campus, he saw the usual array of students moving about. You could tell who the partiers were and who were not, or at least who took their education seriously. But, Prof. Romero wasn’t too harsh. Most students party once in a while, that’s part of the fun of college. Indeed, Prof. Romero had spent his freshman year of college under a perpetual buzz. He shaped up after that, and after he ended his first year on academic probation. He still remembers talking with the Dean at the end of that year, being confronted, told how he’s wasting a real opportunity to improve his life, how disappointed he’d eventually be if he failed out. Justin listened, and it really hit home. He started thinking about his life and what he wanted to do. He started to think of academia, the professoriate. He liked college, a lot, the constant hum of activity, the continuous presence of beautiful people walking about, the energy and liveliness of youths maturing, becoming adults. He wanted to stick around, and started thinking of graduate school. He was rearranging his priorities, and deep down, thanked the Dean for his candor. Justin needed to hear the truth, straight and honest, not sugar-coated. There needed to be no wiggle-room for him to justify his continued poor behavior and think there was still plenty of time to change. That’s what the Dean gave him. He didn’t want to hear it, but he needed to, and it was one of the most important conversations he ever had.
Nonetheless, that first year was epic. Meeting new people from across the country, partying, and having sex, lots of sex. Justin couldn’t recall how much sex he had his first year, but it was a lot and in lots of different places. The bathroom at multiple fraternity houses, the top floor of the library way back in the stacks, in the middle of the soccer field, in the back of his friend’s Jeep, while his friend was driving. Yeah, there was lots of sex. Given Justin’s appearance and demeanor, it wasn’t that hard to come by.
Justin learned another important lesson that year, one that would serve him well. Women like sex too. If you were attractive, confident, and a decent person, women will be interested in you. If you could make them laugh and feel desired, they’d want you. That point was made again and again, since his freshman year, including this past weekend, when he met a lawyer at a nearby wine bar. After some small talk and a few drinks, she invited him back to her apartment, located on the 17th floor of a high-rise right outside the downtown area. Justin will remember that night for a while, not only the smoothness and contours of her body, and the warmth of her love, but the incredible and daring sex they had, in front of the large hotel room window that overlooked downtown Miami. He’s certain that some people in the neighboring high-rises watched them, as Justin had her bent over the back of a chair, placed right in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, moving in and out of her long and slow from behind until they both burst with release. Returning to the classroom, Justin was going to have to try his hardest to not let that night enter his mind while teaching. That’s not quite the first impression he wanted to make.
As Prof. Romero walked to his office, he passed lots of students coming and going, from class, the cafeteria, the dorms or apartments, and the library. He liked the students who dressed up for class, just like he did. He felt getting dressed communicated a certain level of seriousness about education. That you don’t just wake up and roll out of bed, breath smelling bad, hair disheveled, body odor permeating the classroom. It showed you respected yourself, the university, and the professor. Prof. Romero dressed up every day. It varied somewhat, and sometimes he would wear jeans and a tee-shirt, but usually he was in dress slacks, a button-down shirt, and a tie, vest or suspenders. He liked the vest quite a bit, as it made him feel like someone from the 1920s, where it seemed everyone looked classy. He appreciated the fashion of that period. He also liked the suspenders for the same reason, but secretly, he also liked them because they pulled his pants up slightly higher than a belt, and that made the print of his penis more pronounced and noticeable, “bird watching” the women called it. He’d caught people staring at it in the past and it turned him on. Today he wore gray slacks, a dark blue shirt and a matching gray vest with brown loafers. He looked and felt good, as he walked into his building and up to his office.
“Good morning Christine” Justin said as he entered the suite where his office was located. “Good morning Prof. Romero” replied Christine. Christine was one of the secretaries, she took care of anything and everything related to undergraduate students. She had two kids, both under 10, and had been working in the Department of Social Sciences for 5 years. Everyone loved her, not only was she a nice person, but she kept everyone organized and in order. She was the most valuable person in the department and dreadfully overworked and underpaid.
Prof. Romero unlocked his office door and entered. He liked his office. He’d seen the offices of some of his colleagues at different universities, concrete walls, no windows, linoleum floors, fluorescent lights, depressing. He didn’t know how anyone could be energized to work in a space like that. His office was in an older building on campus, so sure there were problems, but it was spacious, carpeted, with cherry wood trimmed walls, and large, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the center of campus and provided ample sunlight to brighten the space. He sat at his desk and started preparing for his favorite and most popular course, The Social Sciences for Industry. This was for students who took part in the 4 + 1 program, students who completed their undergraduate course requirements, but wanted to continue for another year of courses to earn a Master’s Degree before graduating. Prof. Romero created this course a few years ago and taught it every Spring semester. It was for students preparing to enter the job market and wanted a little more training and preparation than they would have if they graduated with their regular, 4-year degree. Here, they learned about possible career pathways in various industries and how to build a resume, cover letter, and social media profiles, and how to approach recruiters and market themselves as top job candidates, using their education in the social sciences as a strength. He spent the next hour reviewing his lecture notes and getting ready for the first day of class.
Professor Romero walked into his classroom about 5 minutes to 9. He scanned the faces, seeing if he recognized anyone from previous semesters or other events or spaces on campus. He usually had a few repeat students, and saw a couple he recognized from the gym or coffeeshop. Sarah sat in the second row. He had Sarah in two previous courses. She took a course with him her junior and senior years, and now this one. He liked having Sarah in his course. Sarah was from Miami, and was a great example of the type of student who should be on scholarship. She didn’t come from a family that could afford the $70,000 a year tuition, but was able to have most of that covered in her scholarship. She was smart, attentive, participated, and attractive. All qualities she made better in the business casual clothes she wore to class daily. Today, as she sat in what was the last course she’d take at Carmen University, it was a cream colored business skirt, an inch above the knee, showing off her shapely bare legs, a white blouse and matching coat, with light brown heels. She looked good and she knew it. Yeah, Prof. Romero liked having Sarah in class.
Prof. Romero called out each student’s name as he went over attendance. He wasn’t that big on attendance, and at this level most students attended most of the time, but going over attendance gave him a chance to put names to faces. He wanted to know who the slackers were, if there were any, and who the serious students were.
“Michele”
“Here”
“Shawn”
“Here”
“Sarah”
“Here Prof. Romero”
“I know you’re here” Prof. Romero said to himself as he gave her a smile.
“Thomas”
“Here”
“Lucas”
“Here”
“Teila”
“Here” she said with a bright smile.
“Hmm Teila, how pretty” Prof. Romero thought to himself. He noticed Teila the second he walked in the classroom, but didn’t recognize her. She had a bright, cheerful face he would enjoy looking at for the next 16 weeks.
“Teila, have you taken a course with me before?” Justin asked.
“No Prof. Romero. This is the first one. I’m not a regular student. My company has an employee improvement program and they pay for us to take one course a semester that we can use towards promotion.”
“We’ll, this would be a good one to take Teila, welcome.” Justin said with a smile.
“Thank you,” Teila said, returning the smile.
Prof. Romero continued with attendance, going over all 12 students. That’s another reason he enjoyed teaching 5th year graduate students. The student to teacher ratio was low, meaning he could give individual attention and really get each student prepared for a career as best he could.
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Fifty minutes later, Prof. Romero finished class. A few students approached him after class to talk about expectations, assignments, and some other things. He returned to his office where he jotted down some notes from the day. As he was doing this, he heard a knock on his slightly ajar door. “Come in” he said. In walked one of his students.
“Hello. What’s going on?”
“Hi Prof. Romero. I just wanted to formally introduce myself. I’m Teila LaFleur.”
“Good to formally meet you Teila. You’re welcome to sit down” he said as he pointed towards a chair.
Justin recalled Teila from his class. She was an older student, maybe in her low-30s. She had a maturity and seriousness about her that he immediately recognized, and that was verified during class. On top of that she looked incredible. Maybe 5.2 feet tall, about 160 lbs., with long curly dark hair, and a confidence that said she’s someone who goes after what she wants and gets it. She had on business casual attire, dark gray pants with red pinstripes that nicely hugged her body, a matching red blouse with the top button undone, and black open-toed shoes, with half-inch heels and red painted toe nails. She was black, but with a last name like Lafleur, Justin guessed she was probably Creole. What he did know was anyone who got to look at her all day was lucky.
Teila took a seat on the chair next to Justin’s desk, placing her bag down along the chair’s front legs. After some small talk, Justin learned that Teila had graduated college almost a decade ago and was now working in the medical field. She was returning to further her education so she could be promoted. She was eager to take this course as it would provide her with the skills and education she needed to move out of middle-management and into the upper-levels of her company. She explained how she started working at BioDev Medical when she first graduated college and had worked her way up to a good stable position. Now, she wanted to move up more and was taking advantage of the company’s educational support program to do so.
We talked a bit more about her goals and as the conversation hit a lull she looked over to my bookshelf. “Is that you?” she asked, pointing to a picture of me on one of my mountain bike trips. “Yes” I replied. “I like to go mountain biking when I have the chance.” “Hmm” she remarked, with affirmative curiosity. She explored the bookshelf some more, looking at the books, trinkets and pictures Prof. Romero had on display.
“Don’t mind me, I’m just browsing” she said as she did so.
Prof. Romero smiled “That’s fine. Browse away.”
After 30 seconds of looking around, she turned back to him and thanked him for meeting, “I’m excited about this course and the rest of the semester. I’m sure I’m going to learn some things that will be helpful as I move up at BioDev” she said, getting up from the chair. As she stood up, she turned her whole body away from Prof. Romero and bent down to pick up her bag. She was only about 2 feet away from Prof. Romer, and as she bent down her ass presented itself in a way that was hard to ignore. Round, smooth, firm, and no pantie lines. Prof. Romero stared a second too long, and when she turned her head back she caught him looking. She turned back to face Prof. Romero and extended her hand to shake, “thank you for the talk Prof. Romerio. I’m looking forward to the course.” She started walking towards the door, as as she reached the hallway turned and said, “Have a nice rest of the day Prof. Romero.'' She smiled, gave a cute wave with her hand and walked out the door.
“You too.” Prof. Romero called after her, unable to keep the smile off his face.
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The rest of the day went smoothly, as Prof. Romero taught his other course, “Introduction to the Social Sciences” and ate lunch. It was about 4pm and he was done, at least for a while. Now he was in need of a break, and it was time to go to the gym. Prof. Romero locked his office door, left the department suite, and walked down the hallway and down the four flights of stairs to the ground floor. As he exited the side doors, he saw the Dean’s blue vespa parked right near the sidewalk. Every time he saw that vespa parked on campus he felt himself getting worked up, his heart pounding a little harder, bad thoughts passing through his mind.
The Dean’s suite was in the same building as Prof. Romero, on the third floor. It took up half the hallway, and was by far the nicest part of the building. As Dean, he had specially reserved parking, right next to the building. The parking spot was for a car, but because the Dean drove a vespa he didn’t use it. Instead he parked right outside the door of the building, next to the bike rack, as if he were riding a pedal bike. Prof. Romero would walk by the Dean’s reserved parking spot every day, sitting there empty, while all the other faculty had to spend time finding parking and walking to their offices, sometimes in the pouring rain of sweltering heat.
Parking had been an issue for the faculty in the Social Sciences department for a while now, which they raised with the Dean a few times in the past. The Dean would just dismiss the faculty or tell them that it “wasn’t that bad,” or “plans were in the works” but offer no specifics and nothing would be done. Prof. Romero hated being reminded of this issue every time he walked out the door. He wasn’t going to let that bother him today though, it was a good first day and he was excited about the semester. He was going to put that energy to good use at the gym. No time to let this negativity ruin what’s been a great beginning of the semester.
The university’s gym had a nice mix of students, faculty, staff and people from the community. The weight room was usually too packed with undergraduate students trying to build muscle, especially with spring break on the horizon. Prof. Romero usually avoided it, and found the other fitness rooms much more useful for the workouts he did. He wasn’t about building bulk, but about having a healthy mix of defined muscle, being cut and being flexible. Prof. Romero had been on this planet for 38 years. That’s not old, but he wasn’t 25 either. He knew he had to take care of his body. Justin wanted to make sure his body moved, in every way he needed it to, and his exercise regime reflected this. He liked calisthenics, core workouts, spin classes, bootcamps, the kinds of workouts you can do with your own bodyweight, and that involve stretching, holding positions and such.
Prof. Romero changed into his exercise shorts and shirt, and went to the mats to stretch. There were always lots of women on the mats, doing ab exercises, stretching, leg workouts and such. Most guys didn’t stretch. Their loss he figured. Stretching on the mats was always fraught with some kind of subtle struggle. Surrounded by women working hard to stay in shape, bending, stretching, moving their bodies in all sorts of ways. He tried his best not to stare, but it wasn’t always easy. Some of the things these women wore were just so revealing, especially when they were bending and spreading their legs as they stretched. Justin did not want to be the older creep in the gym, but sometimes the room would be so packed that anywhere he looked he’d end up staring at someone. There are worse problems in the world he’d think to himself.
Today, Prof. Romero played it cool and focused on his stretches, feeling the muscles pull tightly, letting out quiet groans as he pushed his muscles to their limits. But, he was only human, and he was a man, with a strong libido and a healthy sex drive. Sometimes he’d take a quick look. It was impossible not too, it was just too tempting. “You can’t put me around all these beautiful women, bending, spreading, stretching and such and expect me to pretend nothing’s going on” he thought to himself. “I’m 38, not 78 with a shrinking dick that hasn’t been hard in years.” It wasn’t all on Prof. Romero, though. He was attractive, looked good for his age and his arms and legs showed of the definition of his muscles. He’d catch some of the women at the gym looking at him, and some of the men too. It felt good, Prof. Romero was glad to know he still had “it” and could turn heads.
After stretching and doing some weights, Prof. Romero moved over to one of the rooms where the different exercise classes were held. Pilates was his favorite. Strengthening his core, abs, legs, back and chest, so that he stood erect and strong, like a rock, in more ways than one. He always felt tight the next day, and liked that feeling. Prof. Romero entered the room and said hello to the instructor. For this class it was Jessica. Jessica had been teaching Pilates for a few years, and her classes really pushed you to your limits. He hated and loved her class at the same time. As he walked into the class, Jessica told him to grab a mat, some hand weights and a band and find a spot. Her class was popular and you had to get there early. The room was filling up quickly. He found a spot in the third row, close to the middle, and laid out his mat and things. He recognized some familiar faces from the fall semester, and even from before that, people who’d been taking Jessica’s class for a while, or other classes he’d taken. Some were students, others were faculty across the university as well as people from the community. Quite a few newbies today though.
As Prof. Romero was setting up his area, he saw a woman about his age enter the room. He’d seen her at a few sessions last semester, but they hadn’t met. Both of their attendance seemed a little sporadic. Towards the end of the Fall semester, he overheard Jessica and her talking one day after class. If Justin recalled properly, Monica was her name. She was telling Jessica how she worked in the business school and taught one course a semester. She wasn’t full-time faculty, but worked downtown, in one of the banking buildings. She’d come up to campus twice a week to teach and usually went to the gym after. Prof. Romero didn’t want to listen in on their conversation, but he couldn’t help. She looked a little older than Justin, maybe in her upper 40s, she had an adult body, not tight like a 20 year old, but smooth with curves and muscles that accentuated her attractiveness and sex appeal. Justin thought she was the prettiest woman in the room and hoped their exercise schedule overlapped more this semester.
What Justin found most appealing about Monica was that not only was she attractive, but she knew it and moved around the room with that confidence. She wasn’t thin but she was tight with some muscle in all the right places. Maybe 5’4” 155 lbs, with shoulder length, dark brown hair. Based on what Prof. Romero saw of her from a few classes last semester, she was not shy. She had a body and had no problem showing it off. She took pride in it too, showing up all the younger, undergraduate students who wished they were shaped like her. Justin was glad to see her, and hoped she’d be a regular this semester. She always wore workout clothes that showed off her body. Today it was a tank top, and tight shorts, light blue that showed off the bottom of her butt cheeks. She grabbed a mat and put it in the open spot right in front of Justin. As she walked over, she smiled at him, as if thinking to herself, “it’s your lucky day.” She seemed to relish in the torture she was going to put him through for the next 45 minutes. “It is my lucky day” Justin thought to himself as he stretched on his mat and tried not to stare too hard.
The class started with the usual warmups, reaching to the sky, bending down to touch your toes, walking your hands up to the top of the mat and then into downward facing dog. Justin tried his hardest to just look at his feet while in downward facing dog, but it was tough. Monica was bent over like a triangle only a few feet in front of him. He thought to himself, “oh Monica, what are you doing to me girl?” He tried to keep his focus on the floor in front of him, but couldn’t resist the temptation. He had to take a quick look. When he did, he almost fell over from the blood that rushed through his body. Her shorts hugged her butt cheeks, the light blue material stretching to the point of almost becoming see through. He could see the contour of her labia, blossoming like flower petals, reaching out to attract a mate and satisfy its deep biological needs. He stared for a few seconds before Jessica had the class walk their hands back to their feet and then stand up and reach to the sky again. Justin was dizzy for a moment, and felt the blood flowing down below, his penis starting to get fatter and longer. His dick wasn’t one of those 8-inch monsters you see in pornos. It was pretty average at 6 inches or so. Some days, if he was really excited, it might be a bit longer. It did have some girth to it though. He liked that, maybe even more than the length. He’d rather have a thick dick than a long skinny one. He liked the way it felt in his hand. Heavy. Something to really hold onto. There was another reason he liked a fat cock. It was harder to hide in his pants or shorts. Two D size batteries put end to end, with a ring around it, pushing against the fabric of his clothes. He liked that. If anyone wanted to take a quick look it was there to see. He didn’t try to show it off, but given the material and fit of gym shorts it was hard to hide. Right now, after staring at Monica in downward facing dog, it was getting more noticeable. He hoped it would stop, a little chubby is one thing, too much can be a problem. Lucky for Justin, Jessicaa had the class move into a plank position, and then alternate kicking their knees to their chests. Those had the desired effect, as Justin’s penis returned to standby. He could relax, at least for the moment.
As the class continued, Justin was forced to endure similar predicaments a few more times. When the class ended and they were putting away their mats, Monica turned to Justin and gave him a smile. He smiled back and then thanked Jessica for a good class. He followed Monica into the storage closet, where they returned the equipment and then out to the cubbies where every one placed their shoes, keys, phones and such. He grabbed his shoes and phone from the cubby, and headed to his locker. Justin reserved a private locker. It comes with access to private bathrooms with showers. He didn’t want to change in the public locker room. There was something about getting naked in a space where he could see his students that just seemed wrong and incredibly awkward. He preferred to avoid that possibility. He went to his locker, grabbed his clothes and a towel and then entered one of the open private bathrooms. These were for one person, or a couple. They had a door that locked, a larger mirror and sink, a toilet and an enclosed shower. He got undressed and checked himself out in front of the mirror. “Not bad”. He turned on the shower, waited until it warmed up and then hopped in and started soaping up. Monica’s ass immediately popped into his mind. “Man was that nice,” he thought. Not too small or skinny, it had something to grab and squeeze, and her pussy was right there, barely hiding behind those shorts. It looked like it wanted to burst out, like it’d been trapped and needed freedom. He thought about the curves of her labia, that protruded from the thin material of her shorts, the contours of it taking shape right in front of his face and the soft skin of her inner thighs, that led to her richness. Justin let his imagination take hold, dreaming about her smooth legs, the curves under her cheeks, the feel of her ass, the smell of her body. He could feel the blood flow to his penis, making it swell, getting harder and fatter as he imagined steeping closer to her while she was in downward facing dog, putting his nose right there and breathing in the sweet beauty of her flower. As this scene played out in his head, his nose was replaced by his mouth, his tongue gliding from her clitoris back over her labia and vagina before repeating, slowly and firmly. The warm water washed over him, steam clouding up the glass walls of the shower. He was partially erect now, feeling the urges in his loins, driving his touch, needing to be released. He soaped up his penis and balls creating a thick lather and started to stroke himself slowly. He could feel himself harden with each stroke, getting thicker and longer, a man’s dick, purple and veiny, with a head and rim swollen to its fullest. He continued to fantasize. He imagined what it’d be like to lick and suck on Monica from behind. He wanted to eat her pussy, sucking on her clit and putting his finger in and out of her slowly and sensually, curling them to rub her G-spot with each stroke. Then he’d pull his shorts down and his fat dick would spring out with eagerness. He’d direct it at her wet vagina and enter her from behind, pulling on her hair a little, so her head moves back a bit and she submits to his control. He fantasized about her while he stroked his cock, moving slowly at first, from the base up to the glands, letting his hand roll around the head of his dick and then back down. He picked up speed as he moved through the scene. Pulling all the way out of her, so that the tip of his penis just touched the entrance of her vagina, before pushing back into her. All the way out, all the way in. All the way out, all the way in. He repeated in his mind, driving his penis into her. Justin’s dick was rock solid now, the prostate exercises he did everyday helping make it as hard as a metal rod and with explosive, pulsating orgasms. He could shoot his load three feet. When sitting upright in his bed, his orgasm would sometimes hit the wall behind his head. He stood back a bit, leaned his body forward, pointed the hot purple head of his dick towards the drain, and exploded thick wads of juicy cum right towards it. Justin watched it go ...