She stepped off the plane into the brisk fall wind. It was September only, and this was such a change from what she was used to. She grabbed her carry on from the steward at the bottom of the stairs with a smile. Stupid puddle-jumper plane was so small her carry on hadn’t even fit in the overhead. She walked across the tarmac to the small regional airport, shivering in the cold wind. The little Saab plane had been a bumpy ride, which kept her awake the whole flight from Toronto. She was looking forward to getting to the place the school was putting her up in while she settled in.
Thank god, she had found a teaching job. There was so little demand for Philosophy professors she thought she was going to have to go back to teaching high school physics. Not that she minded teaching physics, but it wasn’t her main interest. The offer to teach at a small Canadian school arrived as she was finishing up some research work at the Physics library that her thesis advisor had arranged. Interesting stuff, well to her at least – trying to figure out if the lack of a German bomb was really just a mistake or purposeful.
She opened the door to the airport and walked through the metal detector to get inside, dragging her carryon behind her. When she got in, a varied group of people was waiting, mostly parents and grandparents greeting visiting children and grandchildren. She took a deep breath of the warmer air; thankful she had at least packed a warmer jacket in her checked baggage. It had been a warm early autumn day when she left the Baltimore- Washington airport. Now here it was cold, so much colder and so far from her old school. No this wouldn’t be anything like the University of Maryland, but it was a teaching job and she couldn’t be fussy. She spotted someone holding a sign, some poor graduate student no doubt. Yes, she used to get the airport greeter job a lot too. She walked over to the young man, “Hello, I’m Doctor Phillips.”
The young man jumped, he had been staring at some young girl behind the ticket counter who had been smiling back, but he quickly held out a hand, “Oh great. I’m glad your flight beat the storm coming in. I’m supposed to bring you to campus. They are having a small welcome party in the department and all.”
She nodded, “Of course, informal gathering do you know?” When he nodded she continued, “Would you mind waiting a moment? I’m going to step into the ladies room and freshen up for a moment then while they unload the bags.” Not giving him a chance to object, she dragged her carry on past some giant stuffed bear and into the ladies room. She frowned when she looked in the mirror. It had been a sixteen-hour flight with the customs and the layovers in Minneapolis and again in Toronto. She looked exhausted, probably because she was. Oh well, they had paid for the ticket. She had to go and be at their little welcome party. She pulled her hair out of the scrunchie it had been in and ran a brush through the slightly longer than shoulder length tresses. Her hair had always been straight, very boring, but it was a nice color at least, a soft brown with a bit of red and copper to it. She wore just a hint of eye shadow and some lip tint. She had never been one for too much makeup, and never one for enough makeup if you asked some people. She took off her glasses and put in her contacts over her hazel eyes. After straightening her white sweater and her olive khakis, she nodded, good enough. Her camelhair coat and cute low cut boots made her almost presentable. The heels on the boots brought her up to about 5’8″ and she did work out, probably should work out more, but reading Kuhn and running on a tread mill just did not go hand in hand. Oh well, she wasn’t going to lose those last five pounds in the next five minutes so might as well head out.
She grabbed her bag and went back out. People were grabbing their checked luggage now so she did the same. She had brought three bags, actually had to buy more luggage for the trip. She handed two of the bags to her student escort, “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”
He smiled as he took the bags, “Oh Doug Wilson, I’m with the Math department. I TA for Professor Ivans.” He started to lead her out to the parking lot in front of the small airport.
As they left the building, she looked around. It had gotten colder it seemed, and the clouds were looking more ominous. She shuddered a bit as they approached a Dodge Ram. She hated being on small planes in storms; thankfully, she had gotten here before the bad weather hit. They threw all four bags under his truck bed cover and she hopped up into the passenger seat. Professor Ivans was the co-chair of the Math department; they were closely affiliated with the Philosophy department here. In fact, until her arrival all the logic classes had been taught by the Math department. As Doug got into the drivers seat and started up the diesel engine, the radio came on and started playing ‘Red Rag top’. She smiled to herself, it seemed every time she got into a vehicle that song was playing.
Doug looked over as he shifted the truck into first, “Is country all right with you?” She nodded, and he continued on, giving her a pseudo tour of the town as they drove through it. It was definitely not much more than a college town – the standard dinner, the ‘mall’, and the movie theater. Soon they were approaching the school. He drove a bit through campus on his way to where hey were going; since it was still before fall semester, the campus was pretty deserted. They pulled up to the student union, parking in a reserved for faculty spot. “Here we are. There is a faculty area on the top floor.”
She nodded as she hopped out of the truck, the heels of her boots clicking on the concrete. “Thank you.” She followed him in through the deserted student union, occupied by only one bored student sitting at the info desk reading what from a distance appeared to be some cheesy romance novel. They stepped into the elevator and Doug pressed the button for the third floor. As the doors shut and the elevator started to move, she had to stop herself from nibbling on her lower lip. It was one of her annoying nervous habits: that and nibbling on the ends of her hair, but she tended to keep her hair up to stop that one.
As the elevator doors opened, Doug led her farther down a hall to a large wood double door. Conversation could be heard form the other side of it, which got louder as he opened the door for her. It was pretty much what she had expected — a bunch of professors sitting and standing around round tables sipping punch and eating finger food. She started to think that maybe this welcome reception was just an excuse for them to take a small break from getting ready for fall classes. Inwardly, she was very happy that she had had the summer months to get ready instead of teaching any summer classes. She had three classes, an intro to Plato, and two lectures of Symbolic Logic. She was ready. She was ready for class, what she wasn’t ready for was this. She was always so awkward meeting new people and here were a lot of new people.
Doug walked up to a rather tall gentleman in a gray wool sports coat. She followed having no better idea of what she was supposed to be doing. “Professor Ivans, this is Professor Phillips. He smiled as he introduced her to the older gentleman. She wasn’t sure how old he was, at least in his 50s, but not old enough to be retiring yet. He had very neatly kept gray hair with just a hint of some brown still in it.
His eyes twinkled, a soft brown, as he held out a hand, “Doctor Phillips, wonderful to finally get a chance to meet you. I had been guest lecturing in Quebec when you had visited the campus this summer. He smiled as he shook her hand “I am very glad that you are freeing up some of my staff by taking over two of the logic sections actually.” He laughed a little, actually a very relaxing sound, “I suppose Dean Martin explained you’d be staying at my guest house while you get situated here?”
She nodded; all the information had been included along with her tickets and work visa information. She smiled at the professor; he seemed very sweet. The ring on his finger caused her to hope that she could enjoy some good food too. She hadn’t ever really learned to cook, well anything more complex than breakfast. She tended to just charge up her student ID card and eat in the cafeteria. That or she would just forget to eat and end up at the 7-11 at 2AM. “Yes, she said your guest house was very lovely as well.”
He nodded and smiled, “So people tell me.” He turned to Doug handing over some keys, “Could you put the Doctor’s bags in my car please? I was hearing it was going to rain so thought it would be better to do that now than after the party”
As Doug nodded and ran off, Professor Ivans lead her around. Soon she was chatting with most of the Philosophy/Religious Studies department as well as a few people from Computer Science and Physics. Shortly, everyone was on a first name basis. Once she had politely explained this whole ‘professor’ thing was still so new to her that she kept on thinking they were talking to someone else, no one in the department had a problem switching over to her first name. Towards the end of the conversation as a crack of thunder could be heard, Professor Ivans … or Robert … said, “Ahh, Doctor Phillips, I mean Anya, If you would like to leave and get some rest, I am sure it was a long trip all the way from Washington DC.”
Anya smiled, “That would be wonderful, as pleasurable as this has all been, I am on a three hour time difference.” She followed him, saying goodbye to a few people as they headed out the door and to the elevator. When they reached the door to the parking lot the rain was coming down in a torrential cold down poor.
Robert took a glance out the door, “Stay here, I’ll bring the car around.” He seemed to think nothing of the chivalrous gesture as he darted out without even a coat to his car.
When she saw how close it was she smiled, she could have made that jog. Heck, she had walked in much worse. The train for the metro rail had stopped a good mile from her work this summer, and with the hurricane season, even that far up the coast they had had some very wet days.
Robert pulled his Ford Taurus up to the door and leaned over to open the passenger door form the inside as she darted to the car. As she closed the door she laughed, “I hadn’t realized exactly how much colder it was going to be here than back in Maryland.” She shook out her damp hair, oblivious to how her sweater had gotten damp enough to cling to her chest a bit. She also didn’t notice Robert trying not to notice, or the awkward pause in the conversation.
Robert started making small talk; soon they were talking not about the school in general but about math. Anya smiled to herself. It always came as such a shock to the science types at schools when they found out how much science some liberal arts people knew. When she started to talk about her research this summer she knew she had managed to go from another liberal arts person in his mind to someone who might understand things. By the time they reached his place slightly out of town, she was nodding as he described what he was doing. A few things she needed explained, but for the most part, she could follow along. Understanding the philosophy of science and the history of it had proven to help her understand science itself very well. At least well enough to handle a conversation in a car more than well enough.
Robert reached up and pressed the button to open the garage. After he put the car in to park, she got out and started to help him pull her bags out of the trunk. “Are you having the rest of your things shipped?” He asked as he started to help her bring her luggage into the main house.
She laughed a little, “Actually this is it.” She smiled as he looked surprised, “Well there is a box of books en route but, for the most part this is it. I never had much time to accumulate things. Laptop is in my carryon.” As she entered the main part of the house, it was dark, and surprisingly quiet.
Robert turned on a light, “Would you like something to drink? Coffee or Pop, water? It’s a little ways out to the guest house and I thought maybe the rain might let up a bit.” He started to walk towards the kitchen leaving her bags in the living room.
Anya looked around. From the dust and general lack of décor, she began to see her hopes of a home cooked meal crumble to pieces. “Umm just some water would be great. Where is a bathroom? I just need to take my contacts out.”
While he clunked around in the kitchen with glasses and ice cubes from the sound of it, she walked down the hall following his directions to the bathroom. Once inside she took another look at herself. She looked tired. She pulled out her contacts and put on her thin wire framed glasses and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She splashed some water on her face, but it didn’t help her look any more awake.
When she got back to the living room, Robert had the local weather on. As she walked over towards him, he was frowning, “They aren’t predicting any let up for at least a couple hours. We could make a dash for the guest house now, or later, which ever you prefer.”
She smiled, there was no way she was making him get wet just to get her bags to the guest house. “If you had a spare room we could just take care of the bags and everything in the morning.”
He nodded, “Of course that would be a lot easier. I’ll be right back, just let me make up a room real quick.” He had on grin as he walked up the stairs.
Anya looked down at the glass of water on the coffee table. She sat down on the couch, sipping at the water as she watched the local news. Nothing exciting evidently had happened in the area, as the news seemed to consist of high school sports news. She set her glass of water down, noticing the red lipstick ring on it. She shut her eyes for a moment enjoying that the couch was incredibly comfortable.
When Robert came back down the stairs, he saw her sleeping on the couch. She was beautiful in a very not aware of it way. How long had it been since there had been lipstick on one of his glasses? He didn’t even want to think about it, must be a good twenty years. Her hair was up off her neck. She looked young, much too young for him. He doubted she was thirty, much too young for him. He hadn’t realized when he had decided to be a professor those many years ago how full of temptation that job was going to be. How many times some pretty young thing had been in his office, offering to do anything, anything at all to pass his calculus class. How many times he turned them all away. He knew others didn’t turn them away. The thought of it at once aroused him and repelled him. If they had only put the same effort into going to class then maybe they wouldn’t have been offering such things.
This girl was different though, besides the obvious that she wasn’t trying to seduce him. He had a feeling she actually had gone to class. Moreover, to have graduated from the schools she had, she had to be smart. Heck to keep up the conversation they had in the car she must be very smart. There she was, lying on his couch looking near angelic she was so relaxed. It really had been a bad idea to have the welcome reception right as she arrived. He had taken trips to the east coast of the United States and knew how arduous her travel must have been. Poor thing, she looked exhausted.
Robert stood there looking at her for a little bit, trying to decide what he should do, he didn’t want to wake her up. While he thought it over, he carried the carryon up to the room he had made up for her. The rain was still coming down in torrents. Through the window of the spare room, he could see the guesthouse whenever a strike of lightning hit. It hadn’t seemed that far away this morning when he was a little upset his peace and quiet was going to be interrupted while this new professor got settled into town. He remembered grumbling about why Dean Martin didn’t put her up in one of her extra rooms. Now that guesthouse seemed so far away from his empty house.
He walked back down the stairs, and clicked off the TV. Anya was sound asleep on the couch still. He hated to wake her but he had to “Ms. Phillips?” He gently touched her shoulder, his eyes focused on the bare flesh of her neck, “Anya?”
Her eyes flickered open and she seemed momentarily confused, “Oh, Oh!” She quickly sat up, “I am so sorry, I must just be very tired from …”
He smiled and cut of her apology, “It’s quite alright. We should have realized your travel would have been tiring. Let me show you up to the spare room. I already brought your carry on up there.”
She smiled at his offer and got up off the couch, “Thank you.” She grabbed the glass of water from the coffee table and followed him up the stairs. As she looked around, she couldn’t help noticing how empty the house was, in her tired state she perhaps spoke before thinking, “You live alone here?” Her cheeks burned red for a moment at her presumptuousness in asking.
He was glad she wasn’t able to see his eyes widen for a second, “Yes, Yes I do.” As they approached the room, he opened the door for her, “Sleep well.”
She smiled as she walked by him “You too, see you in the morning,” She proceeded into the room, throwing her jacket in a chair as he closed the door and took a deep breath before heading to his own empty room.
Robert closed the door to his empty room and started to take off his clothes. It didn’t occur to him that it was only 7:30. He folded his shirt neatly on the chair next to his bed and set his folded pants on top of that with his shoes under the chair and his jacket hanging over the sides. As he lay back in bed, pulling the old quilt over him, he tried to figure out why the house hadn’t seemed empty this morning, but now it did.
* * * * *
Over the course of the next two months, things didn’t change much for Robert. Classes continued and a cold snap came through so Anya was staying at the main house in the guest room still. He was having his two TAs over for dinner to start looking over the midterms. Anya was sitting at the dinning room table while he cooked dinner. He had learned to cook at least passable fare since his wife died. Anya seemed to like it, and she tended to cook breakfast, so he didn’t mind cooking dinner normally. Anyways, Anya was low on the totem pole and didn’t have any graduate students assigned to her, so she had to teach nine credits of class plus another six one-credit Symbolic Logic recitations. Poor thing had been working so hard this semester. He felt like he was helping her a little by cooking dinner, otherwise he was worried she would just forget to eat. He paused as he stirred the spaghetti sauce. Doug and Neil would be over in about an hour. He put some noodles in the boiling water and gave them a quick stir before looking out into the dinning room.
Anya was intently going over mid term blue books. Her hair was tied up in a knot behind her head and she was wearing a pair of jeans and a cream colored heavy sweater. Her bare feet were drawn up on the chair under her. As he watched her grade papers, he tried to ignore his physical reaction to how she nibbled at the eraser of her pencil as she marked a correction here and there. How a stray lock of her hair had slipped from the rest of her hair and lay gently against her neck was almost more than he could bear. Her being in the house had made it seem more alive. He felt younger with her just being around. He took a deep breath and went back to cooking dinner, stirring the noodles until his body started to relax, damn embarrassing at his age getting hard just watching a girl grade papers.
Later that night as Doug and Neil were sitting in his living room going over the midterms and discussing the grades, Robert kept looking towards the Dining room where a single light was still on as Anya kept going through the mid terms. Her Plato students didn’t have their papers due until tomorrow so she had been working on the Logic midterms trying to get them done. When Robert looked back to Doug and Neil, Neil was still obliviously staring at midterms. Doug, however, was looking at him, as if he wanted to ask something but wasn’t going to. Robert thought for a moment about what lie to tell Doug to make him think nothing was going on between him and Anya, but then his mind drew a blank as he realized it would be just a lie.
Instead he just gave Doug a quick forced grin and dove back into the grading of the paper. He had known Doug for four years now, Spring semester Doug would be earning his doctorate. Robert had seen the rough draft of the thesis and it was good, he would definitely do well. Lying to someone that smart was not going to work, so silence seemed like a better option.
When they finished four hours later, Robert walked with Doug and Neil out to their cars. He noticed Doug was delaying and Neil was backing out of the driveway before Doug even touched his truck. Instead of opening the truck door, he turned to Robert. “Sir? May I ask you something personal?”
Robert looked at his long-term student and nodded as he stood the snow-covered driveway, “Doug, you can ask, but I don’t think I even know the answer to what you are going to ask me.”
Doug nodded, “Yeah. I noticed the sidewalk to the guest house isn’t shoveled.” Doug glanced back at the house, his Professor and this young associate professor, living together under the same roof, and yes, he honestly did believe Professor Ivans and his answer. It probably was a platonic thing. He tried not to laugh, but the one time he sat in on her Plato class made him think maybe platonic wasn’t the right word to use for her. “Well, sir? Do you like her?”
Robert paled slightly at the question. He had been prepared to deny any wrongdoing. His actions had been nothing but gentlemanly, but Doug asked about his thoughts. His thoughts were much less in line with what his morals felt they should be. “She is a very intelligent woman.”
Doug shook his head as he climbed into his truck, “Professor, yes she is, and she has also graciously turned down a good many people from what I hear. However, she is sitting barefoot in your dining room. I don’t know what the probability of success is for you, but I would venture it is rather high”
As Doug backed out of the driveway, Robert stood for a few minutes in the cold thinking about that. It made sense in a way. She had not been out on a date since getting here to the best of his knowledge. He would be foolish to think she hadn’t been asked. The male to female ratio on this campus and in this town was definitely in her favor, and she really was very attractive. He took a deep breath before heading back into the house. He had to go for it, find out if Doug was right. He had been invited to a dinner this weekend, and it was the tail end of fall break then, so he decided to ask Anya to accompany him, professionally of course.
His resolve set, he walked into the house, and walked to the dinning room. Anya was still at the table, it looked like she had maybe ten midterms left to grade. If she got the papers for her Plato class tomorrow she would definitely be free by the weekend with how diligently she worked. Robert walked over to her, “Anya?” When she looked up he continued, “Doug just reminded me of a dinner I am supposed to go to next weekend in Calgary. An old friend from the math department of Calgary is celebrating his twenty- fifth anniversary and throwing a little something at the Hilton. I of course was going to attend; however, my invitation was also extended to bring a guest. I was wondering if you would like to take a day trip.” There the invitation was out in the open, and he was prepared for her to turn him down.
She looked up smiling, “I’ve always wanted to visit Calgary, I would love to go.” She tilted her head to the side slightly, “Umm, how formal of an event is this?”
Robert was in a state of near shock that she had accepted. Suddenly, the fact he would be showing up to his old friend’s party with a pretty, young date started to sink in. “Umm, let me grab the invitation.” He did his best to calmly smile as he went to the kitchen to find the invite on the kitchen table. When he glanced at the invitation it only got better, he had forgotten it was a formal affair. The thought of Anya all dressed up and being his date, not even half his age made him smile. He shook his head and returned to the dining room, not sure how he was going to survive the next five days.
* * * * *
The next five days were a blur for Anya. She was so excited to be going out somewhere, and to have an excuse to wear a pretty dress. They were leaving in a mere twenty minutes and she was still futzing with her hair. She did not want to embarrass Professor Ivans. She was so flattered he asked her. He was such a sweet man. He was always a perfect gentleman to her, almost as if he didn’t realize how handsome he was. She knew it was a bit odd how he had insisted she stay in the main house when she came in one morning freezing after the heat went out in the guest house. She enjoyed cooking breakfast for him though and she very much appreciated when he cooked dinner. The fact that any house she looked at with her real estate agent had some problem with it in his mind — or how often he forgot to give her the messages that her agent had called was probably just her wishful thinking.
She carefully applied dark brown eyeliner to her eyes. She also noticed how he tended to look at her, with this soft, warm look in his eyes. She smiled as she put mascara on; maybe it was all in her mind. He certainly had never made any moves towards her. In fact at multiple times in the past five days he had made a point of stating how it would be good for her to meet more faculty members in the area. She shook her head as she carefully outlined her lips, she must be just imaging things. This was just a day trip after all. She did appreciate an opportunity to dress up. She carefully slipped her feet into her heels — black heels and black hose with a faint rose motif on it. Her dress was simple in design but luxurious in fabric. It was a soft lavender silk sheath covered in an equally soft black rose lace. The black spaghetti straps gently rested against her shoulders. It was a beautiful dress. She had purchased it back when she had been invited to see a musical on Broadway. Her hair was all done up in a French twist with just a few stray strands at her neck. Her only jewelry was some dangly silver strands in her ears and her university of Maryland class ring. She smiled as she left her room, pleased with how she looked.
As she walked down the steps, she saw Robert standing by the door trying to decide which hat to wear. As he looked up she was more than a little pleased to see the approval in his eyes, or perhaps it was more than approval. “Neither hat, it will muss your hair on the drive.”
He seemed shocked for a moment, then smiled and nodded. “Of course you’re right.” He reached into the closet, pulled out her black trench coat, and held it for her while she slipped her bare arms in. She looked incredible. As he caught a whiff of her perfume, he started to doubt the intelligence of this plan. She smelt incredible, looked incredible, and she was his date tonight. This was certainly going to be a long car ride.
Robert had never been more wrong on the length of a car ride I his life. The trip to Calgary took three hours according to his watch, but it seemed like an instant with her to talk to. She seemed relaxed. He attributed to the fact she was finally being done grading her midterms. He didn’t think she got more than a few hours of sleep while she poured over them. If she didn’t burn out going at that pace, she was going to be a very good professor. When they got to the Hilton, he got out of the car and handed his keys to the valet before rushing over to beat the bellman for opening the passenger side door. He couldn’t lie to himself, being with someone that caused the valet and Bellman to look surprised was a very flattering thing.
The party went splendidly. Anya’s manners were perfect and her wit was as sharp as ever. When Robert’s friend Michael took him aside for a moment to compliment him on not having brought an arm trophy but a true catch, he couldn’t help smiling. If only she were really his was all he could think.
All too soon, the dinner and the dancing were over. Although Anya had danced with many people that night, she kept returning to him, even talking him into dancing, which is something he most certainly did not normally do. That fact did not go unnoticed either. He thought he was going to lose it and just kiss her when they were dancing together. Her hands on his neck, and if he wasn’t imagining things she had played with his hair ever so slightly, but he couldn’t rule out she was just moving her hands. When it came time to leave, he didn’t want the night to end.
She was smiling as they left the hotel; the valet had pulled up his Taurus and had the door open for Anya. Robert helped her in before tipping the valet and retrieving his keys. As he drove off, he realized how quiet Anya was for the first time that night. As he looked over at her to see her half closed eyes, he couldn’t help smiling himself. He kept the conversation light on the drive home. She looked tired. He just kept noticing how beautiful she looked when she was tired.
Suddenly she interrupted the gentle flow of meaningless conversation, “Robert? Can I ask you something?” When he nodded she continued, “I was wondering. I noticed you didn’t … I don’t want to say correct, but you didn’t disagree when people assumed I was your date?” Her inflection on the last word made it obvious she meant in a romantic way.
Robert was very glad she didn’t seem upset, but she was right. He hadn’t been correcting anyone. He had been very much enjoying the attention in fact. As he looked at her, he tried to think of what to say. “Are you upset?” He wanted to crawl under the seat of the car with how lame that sounded.
She shook her head, “No, I am not upset. Maybe you should pull off the road so we can talk?” She was suddenly getting nervous, but she knew either she made her move tonight or it would be too late.
He nodded and pulled the car off a side road and drove down to a secluded place to pull over. Robert was suddenly very silent as he looked over at her in the moonlight and the reflection from the headlights on the trees. “I am sorry Anya. I should have told them the truth, that you were just being kind and accompanying me to an awkward party.”
She reached out towards his cheek, at first, he thought she was going to slap him, and thought he probably deserved it, but instead her hand softly rested against his cheek. Her fingers felt chilly and instinctively he put his hand up to cover her cold fingers. As she leaned forward, Robert was suddenly very aware she hadn’t wanted him to pull over so they could talk. He also knew he didn’t want to talk either, or he would not have driven out of sight of the main road.
He leaned forward, awkward from lack of practice in many years. He didn’t need to worry, her hand guided his head to her lips. Softly her lips brushed his. He felt a shiver run up his spine as he kissed her, softly their lips meeting again, this time not for a passing moment as he felt her tongue slowly probe his lips before withdrawing to suck softly on his lower lip for a second.
His hands dropped to her waist as he pulled himself closer to her. She delivered no resistance and pressed into him, her lips meeting his for a third and even longer time. He was rock hard like he hadn’t been in many years. He hadn’t even notice she had kicked her heels off, distracted as she yielded to his hands, letting them pull her towards him. For a moment, she stumbled as she climbed over the center console to get up on his lap with her dress pressed up to her thighs. Her lips never left his as her tongued probed his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her legs were on either side of his as she sat facing him on his lap. His hands dropped down to her thighs, forgetting the age difference between them, even forgetting the fact he was a sixty some year old professor making out in a car.
Anya kept kissing him. She could feel how hard he was as his pants pressed against her panties. She couldn’t believe she was doing this — straddling the lap of a man she had become close friends with. She wanted him. She could feel how bad he wanted her. Her tongue probed his mouth as she kissed him like there was no tomorrow, if this didn’t work there might as well not be a tomorrow. Ruin this and she was out in the guest house or worse, without him.
Robert couldn’t believe this. Her body felt as good as he had dreamt it would. He didn’t want to admit he had those dreams. When he slept, he would be kissing her and fondling her breasts and then kissing them. In his dreams, he would have her in his bed; he imagined her naked body under his as he made love to her. For a man his age to have wet dreams where he had to change the sheets in the morning… This however was real. As he felt down her legs, his hands reached the bottom of her dress. His palms resting against her nylons, he slowly moved his hands up expecting her to stop him at any moment, but she only moved from kissing his lips to kissing along his cheek to his ear. As she softly drew his sensitive earlobe into her mouth, his hands kept moving up her thighs, stopping short as he realized she was wearing thigh high stockings. His fingers traced along the top of them, softly feeling the straps from her garter belt.
Anya kissed down to his neck, softly suckling the skin above his Adam’s apple and kissing down to the collar of his shirt. Softly she licked along his neck, spurred on by his hands now touching the naked flesh above her stockings. She pressed herself against the hardness she could feel in his pants. The soft moan that escaped his lips conveyed his pleasure at the move. Suddenly, he was pushing her back, his hands still on her thighs.
He tried to break this off, but it felt incredibly good. When she pressed up against his rock hard erection like that, he knew he needed to stop this moment or he was going to take her then and then in his car. “Anya, please…” He couldn’t believe he was stopping her. This wasn’t one of the students whom he turned away every year. This wasn’t some young girl too ignorant to go to class who thought she could get a grade just by sleeping with him. This was Anya — a woman he had grown to care for, who was smart and wonderful company. She was a woman who cooked him breakfasts every morning and wished him good night every night. This was a woman he had feelings for, serious feelings. “Anya, not like this. Anya, I want to, just not like this, not in a car.” He smiled as her beginnings of a frown turned into a smile. “There is a town up ahead, I think I remember a holiday inn just off the highway.” When she didn’t say anything, he continued. “I want you, but you know that.” Oh did he want her. He wanted her right here and now. He wanted to have been having her every night for these weeks he had been slipping peeks at her as she walked by.
She smiled at him. As she slowly crawled off his lap and back into her seat, leaving her stocking covered feet in his lap, a toe playing along the inside of his thigh he started up the car again and turned it around on that narrow road. The tension in the car was nearly physical as he sped 10 kph over the limit to get to the next town. As he pulled up into a spot in front of the Holiday Inn, he looked over at Anya, “Are you sure?”
Anya looked over at him, “Very sure. Very very sure.”
With those words of encouragement, he quickly got out of the car and walked over to open the door for her. As she stepped out, slipping her heels back up, he couldn’t help openly looking at her legs. They were incredible. The rose pattern in the stockings was quickly covered by the rose pattern on the lace of her dress as she stood up. The heels made her calves look even more shapely than normal. He helped her with her coat before taking her arm and leading her in. His other arm he kept his coat folded over and in front of him to cover the fact he was still hard. Her toes hadn’t let him relax for a second the entire drive here.
She took the lead as they reached the front desk, she stifled a yawn as she walked up to the woman behind the counter, “Yes, do you have any rooms available? Our drive seems to have been longer than we had planned.” Robert just stood back as she took care of everything, including getting the room under his name. By second nature he handed her a credit card when she held out her hand and dutifully signed the slip as she received the key passes to a single room with King sized bed over looking the pool. He followed her to the elevator and to the room. As she opened the door, she kept one key, “I’ll be right in, I just want to grab some things from the vending machines.”
What things those were, he had no idea. As he walked into the room and threw his coat on the desk, he suddenly felt faint. He had just gotten a hotel room. He had just gotten a hotel room to have sex with a woman. He walked into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. As he looked back at his reflection, he started to have doubts. This wasn’t just a woman, this was Anya, a woman he respected, who was a friend, who he enjoyed talking to. He took a deep breath. He had already come too far to go back to how things were. His best course of action was to hope she loved him, because he was quickly realizing he was madly in love with her. He started to remove his suit coat as he heard a card key in the door. He paused as she walked in, his tie half loosened and his suit coat in one hand.
She smiled at him as she walked past him to put some things down on the nightstand. She kicked off her shoes and padded over towards him in her stocking feet. She was beautiful. She placed her hands on his chest, stepping up onto her tiptoes to softly brush his lips with hers again.
He softly breathed in the scent of her perfume, mixed with the scent of her shampoo. He loved that smell; every morning he could smell it when she brought his breakfast to him while he read the morning paper. He kissed her lips, pulling her closer to him as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He set her down on the edge of the bed, still kissing her warm lips. He reached around behind her, his fingers deftly tugging her zipper down her back. “Anya.” He managed between kisses as she started tugging at the buttons on his shirt. “Anya, I love you.” He could feel her lips smile as he kissed them even harder.
She nodded as she broke away slightly to shrug out of the shoulders of her dress. Her smile distracted him momentarily from the sight of her near naked to the waist. Her soft hazel eyes looked up at him, “I love you too.”
He kicked off his shoes as he gently reached out to touch her shoulders. It had been too long since he heard those words. He slowly ran his hands down her arms looking at her. He knew now he didn’t have to rush, this wasn’t an opportunity that was now or never. If he played his hand right this could be every night, but it would never be he first night ever again. He leaned forward, resting a knee on the bed as he moved his lips to her neck. A soft gasp in response to his ministration prodded him to kiss down her front, softly kissing the top of the lace of her strapless bra. His tongue ran along the fabric’s edge and he was rewarded with her taking a deep breath.
Anya’s hands reached back up to his chest. Her fingers deftly began unbuttoning the buttons down the front of his shirt. She kept tugging at the fabric; finally, she undid the last of the buttons and gently ran her fingers over his chest. She pushed him back a little, forcing him to stand up as she stood up in front of him. Her unzipped dress, fallen to a silken puddle on the floor, revealed her in nothing but a strapless black lace bra, matching panties and a garter belt holding her thigh high stockings up.
Robert took a step back, just taking in the sight of her. He was desperately trying to decide what to do to show his appreciation of this beauty before him when she started to unfasten his pants. He stood there stunned for a moment as she unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the ground. He thought he would faint when she followed his pants, dropping down to her knees in front of him. The sight of her pulling his underwear down, carefully revealing his erection made him feel like he was in high school again, as if he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Her soft lips brushing over the head of his shaft and gently sucking on the very tip caused a bolt of sensation to jar down his back. His hands softly played with her hair as she ran her mouth along the length of his shaft. He carefully undid the clip holding her hair back and was rewarded with a soft moan that he felt from her mouth more than heard.
He knew if he didn’t stop her, he was going to come before he even had her naked. His dreams had never been this good and his stamina in those was disappointing. “Anya … let me.” He helped her up and kissed her lips, pressing into those lips that had so recently been wrapped around his shaft. He pressed her back onto the bed, climbing up onto the mattress between her legs. Gently he lowered his head to her panties and gently kissed the fabric covering her most secret area. As gentle as he could be of the delicate fabric, he pulled down her panties, gently guiding each leg free. The hair over her sex was neatly trimmed and he could smell how excited she was.
He licked his lips as he bent over to softly kiss her sex. Gently he probed at her with his lips, then his tongue. Her wet sex excited him even more. The scent of her being this aroused by him was incredible. The gasp she took when his tongue brushed her tender nub caused his shaft to jerk it wanted her so much. “Anya? I want you.” The near desperate need in his voice was incredibly apparent.
She sat up a bit and nodded as she grabbed one of the ‘things’ she had acquired from the vending machines. Smart girl, but he knew she was. She deftly opened the condom wrapper and removed the pale yellow piece of latex. With one fluid motion she slide it over his erection, slowly rolling it down to cover the length of him. Her breathing was quick as she moved her arms to his shoulders, “If you want me, take me.”
He nodded, with one hand he guided his erection to the opening of her sex. He pushed himself into her hot and tight sex. The sight of her arching her back as he entered her was almost enough to make him lose it right then and there. He started to drive his length into her, over and over as he was fueled on by her moans. The soft sheen on her neck and chest glittered in the hotel light. Firmly he kept driving into her, his eyes and ears taking in every motion and moan of her young body under him. The scent of her perfume was going straight to his head as he watched her arch her back again, her chest shaking as she gasped. The responsiveness of her body was quickly mirrored by responsiveness in her tight sex as the muscles around his member began to tighten in rhythm to her breathing, then suddenly they tightened harder, squeezing his erection and he couldn’t feel anything but her sudden climax. He moaned loudly, the sudden pressure was too much for him to not explode. He felt his erection pulse in her as he came, her moaning and his becoming a single satisfied noise as he collapsed onto her. His heart was racing and felt like it was going to break out of the confines of his rib cage.
She softly kissed his forehead as he collapsed on her. Her body was still on fire from her orgasm. As she felt him begin to soften, She shuddered a little. She reached down to grab the condom as he pulled out of her, breathing hard. As she threw it into the wastebasket next to the bed, she pulled down the covers and pulled him into bed without a word. She threw her bra and stockings and garter belt to the floor and curled up with him in bed, pulling the covers over them both as she turned off the lights. The last thing he remembered that night before she turned off the light was her whispering, “I love you.”