Jordan wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t help but think of every excuse not to.
Would it be fair not to show her, considering she gave me a show the other night? Jordan thought.
The old ceiling fan wiggled as it tried to cut the tension in the room.
“If I do this, are you going to tell me where you got the money from? And keep your grades up?” Jordan asked in deep breaths.
“I can promise you one of those things,” she said with a smile.
Jordan pushed himself away from the desk slightly, turning the chair to Mia as he unbuckled his black leather belt. Mia slowly crawled off the table and waited patiently as she squatted. He removed the button and slowly zipped down his pants. He wondered if Mia paid this much attention to presentations in class by the way she gazed at his crotch. Tugging down his pants a bit, he loosened the upper rim of his boxers and finally let his cock fall all the way out onto his lap.
“Wow,” Mia whispered, her eyes lighting up as if she was witnessing a masterpiece.
How did his wife take all that? Was she ten feet tall or something? Mia thought.
Jordan couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment; he might have felt proud, but it was quickly being outweighed by embarrassment. “You happy now?”
“No! Not yet!” Mia insisted, waddling closer to Jordan’s lap. “I’ve never seen one this close before. Can I… Can I touch it?”
She admired the thick and veiny texture that was slightly darker than Jordan’s lightly tanned skin and was eager to see what it would feel like in her soft hands.
Jordan really wanted to say no, but he was already losing the battle of temptation, why stop then? He pushed the chair closer to her and she smiled in response. Mia crept up to him like a cat approaching a foreign object. She prodded at the tip of his cock with her fingers, moistening her rose-pink fingernails with a mysterious substance that began to ooze from the slit. She wrapped digit after digit around the shaft of her new toy and gripped firmly; a bit too firmly.
“That’s too hard,” he winced at her inexperienced squeezing.
“Oh, sorry,” she giggled, loosening her grip. The texture felt just as good in her hand as she imagined, and it only began to feel better once Jordan’s cock started to stiffen. On its own Jordan’s tip began to rise and point toward Mia’s innocent face.
Does this thing have a mind of its own? Jordan thought.
Yes, I do. What’re you going to do about it? his cock said by the way it fully stiffened in Mia’s hands.
She pumped her hand slowly up and down the shaft as her head drew closer. She watched closely as the skin peeled up and down near his swollen tip. The sight for her was tantalizing, so much so that her mouth began to water.
“Can. Can I…?” she was about to ask.
Without warning, the door to Jordan’s office began swinging open. Mia quickly crawled beneath the desk and Jordan pushed his lower body far beneath the desk when he turned his chair.
That was close, way too close, they both thought.
From the door emerged a mature-looking woman with blonde hair tied into a bun. She covered her tall and slender body with a black suit and matching pencil skirt. Her expression and dark red lipstick resembled the prestige of a queen, but the look in her deep blue eyes through her glasses said she didn’t want to sit down for tea.