Rosita's Affair 1

He had started kissing her.

Slowly and passionately, like it was the only and last thing to do or the only thing he had learned how to do so perfectly well.

Her lips had felt so warm, succulent, juicy, and tasty in his mouth that evening, and he devoured it like one who has been starved of someone else's mouth for a long time and who has missed her. 

Obviously missed everything about her. Her smiles, her feel, her touch, and most importantly, her body. His First time of having an undiluted and undivided access to it

 He has missed them all, and this was one of the rare opportunities he had to make it up to her.

 He was taking his time, slowly and gently, as he tried to explore her big black body like an amateur that he was. An amateur, naive young man who was having his first pussy time, and it was with her, his psychology lecturer.

 It was going to be the first time they took time to study each other's bodies.

 He had long waited for this moment. 

He had long wished for this moment, hoping that it'd come sooner than expected.

He had long dreamed about this moment.

 A blissful and erotic moment with the lady that he has been dying for.

That he has been losing concentration on his studies for, but she'd always give him a pass because they share something in common, love. 

Their communication while in the classroom has always been with their eyes. 

He'd lost count of how many times he had ejaculated into his panties with the thought of Rosita, his teacher. 

Eugene's lips were arguably the sweetest she had tasted in a long time. 

She hasn't had many intimate relationships with the male gender as she used to be and was still the type of girl no guy would want to walk up to in the room just at any time and anywhere.

At the early stage of her life, she had not only exhibited low self-esteem but was also a timid lady without confidence.

But when she started her self discovery process, her intelligence stood out, pure and different from other female teachers in the university, and this explained why and how she seemed to be promoted at a pace higher than her colleagues. 

She was the student's favorite. As well. Liked by many, admired by all, and having issues with none. 

Eugene was the first one she'd fall in love with genuinely, despite their age differences, but then, love was an unexplainable feeling.

She was 39, established, and had a career-driven life.

Eugene was 25. Still struggling to find his feet and purpose in life, but here they both were, deeply in love with each other, and nothing, nobody was coming between them.

One would think Eugene was with her because of the financial benefits he was getting from her, but then, one wouldn't blame a man of his age who was unlucky with ladies of his age and was lucky enough to find solace in someone who was fourteen years older than he was.

"Do you mind if I put my magic on your body?" 

His timbre was relatively low but audible enough for her to comprehend whatever gibberish he was muttering into her hearing.

"Magic?" She asked. Puzzled.

 Trying to comprehend how it sounded.

Prior to coming to her house, Eugene has equipped himself with all the kissing techniques, sex positions, and whatever acclaimed naughty line he could remember and he wanted to unleash all on her.

"Yeah," he sniffed, winking seductively like a stupid ram that was caught eating some flowers in the garden.

“Let me put some magic on your body, my love.” His smile was becoming more sheepish.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply. Only if she knew what he had in mind.

 "Okay. Show me what you can do, my little magician.”

He smiled once again, wagging his tongue like one who had won a prize. Well, he had won. Her body was worth Any contest to have.

He got up from the bed, positioning himself well on top of her, and with his tongue he started walking around her body.

 Taking his time to suck on any flesh her tongue could meet.

Rosita had felt irritated, but she wasn't quick to conclude. 

She wanted to be sure it'd be worth the wait.

She and Eugene have been communicating nonverbally with their eyes whenever she was teaching, and then they'd talk the whole night when they were back home.

Rosita has been occupied with many school projects on her desk, and as a disciplined woman, she would never give room for any form of distraction. Not even her one-month relationship with Eugene until today. She was less occupied, and the newest set of students had just matriculated, and this meant just one thing: she'd be free every weekend, and this was the first of all that was to come.

Eugene was determined to make something out of these rare opportunities. He'd utilize it so that she'd always have to call him back.

He had journeyed seductively around her upper body and down to her lower body. 

She was feeling awkward and having a weird feeling towards his actions, but it was worth giving him the benefit of the doubt.

She was tongue-tied. 

She was mute, looking at the unfolding; she was potentially going to experience an awkward sexual season around the younger man whom she has been taking care of, and their communication has been building up since the past few weeks.

He stopped at her abdomen, then slowly and gently pulled down her undies. 

She held her breath. 

Still puzzled by the unfolding. 

She had opened her mouth to say a word, but none came out, but after a second attempt, she was able to mutter some words indistinctly.

"What? he interrupted her swiftly, placing his palm on her mouth.

"Shh," he signaled her to keep quiet as he turned her over, her stomach lying on the bed.

He then brought his face down to her anus and started sniffing it.

Using his tongue to lick the line in between her anus and making sure it was served clean and totally like a dog who was licking his plate.

She was shocked. 

It was her first time experiencing such a weird fantasy, but she didn't move. 

She didn't try to protest or stop him.

 She was bent on knowing what the handsome man had on his mind.

He then turned her over again, guiding his face to her thigh and starting to sniff them again. He looked up to her; her eyes were heavily shut. She wasn't ready to see the look on his face.

He started chewing the hair on her pubic region and licking the area. Not like he was giving Head, but doing something nastier than that. 

Using his tongue to clean and lick whatever remains of her down there.

It was weird, but she was enjoying it, which he was sure of.

"Do you like what I am doing?"

She grinned. 

Nodding in the affirmative.

"Please continue," she begged amidst shivering. 

She was enjoying every bit of his weird, fetish sexual torture and having him explore his awkward fantasy on her. 

It felt good.

 So good.

It felt nice. 

So nice and all she could ever wish for at the moment was more duration of it. 

In all her years of existence, she has never had anyone do anything out of the ordinary with her, and now getting to experience such treatment from someone younger was something that was going to be in her mind forever.

"Should I continue?" He smirked.

She nodded furiously without hesitation, agog over the question. 

 Her eyes were shut so tightly, and her two palms grasped his bald head. She never for once wanted to know why he preferred being bald instead of keeping that curly Afro of his.

She was inhaling and exhaling rapidly as her mind was going all round and in circles. 

Thinking about what his next action with his tongue would be as he was perambulating around her body.

 Every inch of his felt heavenly. She was vibrating. 

Every touch of his was sensational, mind-blowing, and intriguing and had the capability of making her shiver rhythmically and pulling him selfishly to herself. 

"You want me," he had whispered seductively into her thigh as his mouth was still making to eat on her pubic hair. 

She didn't know if it was a rhetorical question or just a statement, but she wanted so desperately to be on a safer side and hence gave out a reply.

"Yes I want you, and I equally need you too," she replied, her eyes still shut heavily.