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Aria moved like a torch song, as if her body were all one, fluid continuum of sinew and flesh.  She was hanging wet laundry on the line between the rear corner of the villa and the date palm at the edge of the cobbled driveway.  She was wearing the kind of bikini that rode her curves like it was constantly trying to catch up with the motion of her body.  Today it was a turquoise string bikini that stood out in stark relief against the deep mahogany of her complexion.    When she bent down to pick an item out of the basket, her breasts leaned with her gestures like pudgy ballerinas.  Her ass oozed around the edges of the scant bottom while her boldly conspicuous mound formed a coy pout as she took her sweet time choosing every item, as if the laundry had to be hung out in just the correct order.She was sublime, but Thorne couldn’t shake the feeling there was a nasty little fire burning inside.  That much sweetness and sin weren’t supposed to fit in the same place.  She could tilt her head to listen to something he had to say – with her supple lips pursed and that probing curiosity she’d always had in her mocha-colored eyes – and he’d find himself getting lost in the middle of sentences.  Back when she’d been one of the top-performing graduate students under his wing at the university, he often wondered if her penetrating looks and accidental brushes were genuine taunts or if his vulnerable mind had only been playing tricks on him.Aria had been at the villa almost a week, and he’d barely let her out of his sight.  He felt an irrational dizziness whenever she was nowhere to be seen.  The feeling should have worn off by now, but he’d done nothing but indulge it without shame.  Yet in the back of his mind she was still his fresh-faced young protégé.  She was off limits like a heart attack.She finally straightened up and tossed a sheet over the line.  Her hair fell past her shoulders in loose ringlets as she smoothed out the folds in the sheet.  She brushed a strand behind her ear and turned her face to the side, not quite looking back all the way.  There was a half-smile on her lips when she turned back to her work.Watching Aria arrange the white fabric over the line sent Thorne spiraling back to the dream that had awakened him at four in the morning.  It was the kind where you dream you’re lying right where you are, as if you’re dreaming in real-time. Guttural moans were a velvet knife slicing the silence.  Aria.  Soft whispers and hard sighs.  In her own bed just across the hall.  Doors carelessly flung open.  Her sighs of lust made his cock engorge with steaming blood.  He listened and stroked his hardening flesh with a steady hand.He rose naked from his bed and padded across cool, terracotta tiles to her doorway.  The sheet was tented over her raised, wide-spread knees.  The edge draped around her hips.  Proud breasts gathered like mounds of exotic fruit between her down-thrust arms while dancing fingers stoked liquid flames in her pussy.  Petals flushed and wet.  Shaven and fresh.  Her body’s deepest secret.  Dainty and forbidden.  Sweet as the cloying scent of smoldering opium.She cooed long and low and turned her head on the pillow to look Thorne in the eye before her gaze shifted down to the hungry erection jutting toward her.  She looked at his eyes again and let the tip of her tongue moisten the circle of her open lips.Thorne slow-fisted his fat stalk with lazy need as she watched.  Fingers and dome swimming in precum.  Aria mewled and started squirming as her pleasure spiked.  He walked to her bed, never skipping a stroke as he reached for a corner of her sheet and slowly pulled it away with the other hand.  Her eyes glittered like onyx as she taunted him with wet fingers in a spider dance across her honey-lacquered slit.Her pussy was so vivid, so…detailed.  So scarlet.  Stark relief like something he’d seen before in his conscious life.  Even the air was redolent with her body’s spicy perfume.  His cock strained, oozing steadily as he constantly stroked, constantly Üsküdar Escort aware of her penetrating eyes, breasts rising and falling as she breathed, lips slightly parted, nipples swollen into dark nubs.“Don’t you want to fuck me…Professor Thornnnnnne?” she purred, sleek as a wild feline.“Yes,” he rumbled – fist pumping, cock aching so hot and hard – “but we’re not allowed.”“Don’t say that.  Just fuck me…pleeeeeeze?  Turn me into something else.  Something that isn’t so wrong.”  Her insistent pout alone made him want to hammer his cock like the hooves of sprinting thoroughbreds.  “My fingers are good, but your cock would feel sooo much better.”“I’m your professor, baby girl.  We’re not allowed to want each other so much.  If we fuck once, for sure we’ll fuck again.  And probably again and again.  It would be irresponsible.  Unethical.”“That’s not fair,” Aria whined, sliding a finger deep inside her bald nest of lips and flesh.  “I love my pussy and you will, too.  Baby, I know you will.  Ooh, it just feels better than anything.  Just take it.  Make it yours.  Taste it.  Fuck it.  Cum in it or on it.  Anything my big, bad professor wants.”“Geezus, fuck, it’s driving me crazy.”“Then just let me taste your cock a while, Professor Dewright.”“Pretty sure that’s not allowed, either.”Thorne watched the mesmerizing young woman slide a second finger into her pussy next to the first.  Her open thighs shimmered like dark silk, the distended pout of her mound calling him, taking him down to his own demise.  Her eye was on his cock-stroking hand as she matched his pace with the pump of her fingers.“Then fuck my ass.  Fuck it like it’s yours and it will be.  Always.”“Oh, baby…your professor’s not allowed to fuck your ass…no matter how much my cock burns for that sweet little bud.”“C’mon, take it hard.  I need you to brand me with your cum.”“That’s definitely not allowed,” he growled.He got on her bed and knee walked toward her, until the tip of his cock was dangerously close to her pussy.  He felt the sensation of her body heat flowing into him.The only thing that held him back from trashing the rules and pushing his cock into her sumptuous pussy was the fascination of watching her please herself.  Her entire, heavily curved body was quivering.  Her classic beauty squeezed into a grimace as her need drove harder.“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned.  “Like some kind of slut-princess.”Thorne pumped his cock harder.  Sweat broke over his skin while his breathing grew deep and ragged.“I can be your slut-princess,” she whimpered.She drew her soaked fingers out to batter her engorged clit.  Her legs rose higher, splitting her cheeks, bringing her puckered rim into the open.  A low rumble rose from Thorne’s throat staggered by gasps.  Jolts of electricity fired through his body.  Somehow, he managed to keep his aim steady enough to angle his jetting cum across Aria’s flayed pussy.Thick dollops spattered her clit while her rapidly thrumming fingers smeared his froth as fast as it surged against her mound.“Oh fuck, professor!” she cried, digging her feet into the mattress and lifting her ass in the air as she shuddered and cried out.Suddenly, Thorne realized it was only him crying out.  He woke up to find Aria’s name pouring out of his mouth in a series of strangled groans while his cock was still jetting cum across his chest and abs.He didn’t realize a wet dream was even possible at his age.He fell silent and listened, afraid he could’ve awakened Aria, but everything was still.  He got up and went into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face.  He paused to watch rivulets drip down the craggy features of the man in the mirror.  He wondered who it was.Taking another minute to clean himself up, he crossed the hall and stood halfway in his star protégé’s bedroom door, hiding his nakedness in case she was awake.  She’d been lying on her side, facing the opposite wall, covered to the shoulder with the sheet.Finding her asleep, he shifted into the doorway and leaned against Üsküdar Escort Bayan the frame, no longer seeing a need to hide his nakedness.  He listened to her breathe.  He thought back on his dream, but then he thought of the reality of her.  Silent feet carefully padded to the other side of her bed where he could watch her sleep.  Her face was a mask of perfect calm.  What would she say if she suddenly opened her eyes? * “Thorne!  Did you hear a word I just said?”  There was a faint ring of her Angolan background still present in her accent.  She was finished hanging the sheet.  The basket was empty.“Uh…yeah, of course,” he shrugged.She put her hands on her hips and smirked.  The motion caused a sudden rippling of her prominent breasts.“Okay,” he grinned sheepishly.  “Maybe you caught me daydreaming.”“Hm.  Must’a been some dream.”He smiled wistfully.  “It was.”Her eyes narrowed in curiosity.“Well,” she finally got back to what she’d been saying, “I don’t know how you expect to operate a resort without normal appliances.  Really, I don’t even remember the last time I had to wash dishes by hand.  This is practically everything you taught us not to do.”“I guess you didn’t expect to end up making use of your hotel management degree washing dishes and hanging laundry,” he chuckled.  “Besides, it’s only half a dozen holiday efficiency apartments.  It’s not like there’s gonna be dozens and dozens of people to worry about.”“Fortunately,” she said, “the kitchen sink drain is clogged or six years of university education would be running down it.”The hands on her hips balled into small fists while she gave him a mock sneer.  It curled her full-bodied lips in a way that made his throat feel plugged full of cotton.  Her bikini looked more like the faint suggestion of a garment than an actual garment, and Thorne almost felt like he was being scolded by a pole dancer.  He could suppress the laugh but not the smirk.“Look,” he added, picking up the empty basket and throwing his arm around her shoulders, “I really didn’t mean for you to come here and end up doing all these chores.  I can hire someone for that.”He was walking her toward the entrance to the two-story section of the building where the main living quarters were.  He felt a sudden clench in her body at the mention of hiring someone else.“No you don’t!  You’re not even close to being open yet.  Besides, I really don’t mind.”“At least the equipment is on order.  Things just don’t work too fast here,” he said, ushering her into the shady kitchen.“In the meantime, you have me to take care of those things.”Aria looped her arms around him while he dropped the basket and brought his other arm around her shoulder.  They held onto each other and smiled through a silent pause, redolent with everything Thorne couldn’t bring himself to say out loud.  Her breasts bunched against him.  They were impertinent and fleshy.  He’d known and worked with her throughout her last two years in the grad program, and in all that time he’d imagined over and over what it would feel like to hold her this way.  Sometimes he wondered if his supposedly strict professional ethics were just an excuse to avoid the avalanche of desire and affection just waiting to fall and bury him.  Anyone else and he would have kissed that luscious mouth like sucking candy.“Like a Tarzan and Jane kind of thing?” he smirked, trying to lighten the tension inside.“If you make me dress like Jane then you have to dress like Tarzan.”   Her eyes narrowed again but they had a playful glimmer now.“Actually, you make Jane look like a nun,” he muttered without thinking.  “Oops.”He gave her a sheepish look she answered with a satisfied grin.“I can take this off, if you want,” she purred suggestively.  “Maybe you wanna punish me for breaking the dress code…professor.”“I would,” Thorne swallowed, “but there isn’t a dress code.”“Then there shouldn’t be a problem, should there?”  Her bare thigh slid between his legs, just a little bit of pressure to the Escort Üsküdar right.“No, no problem,” he nearly croaked.  Her thigh felt like a river of unrefined honey flowing between his legs.“Besides,” Aria went on, a natural hint of song always so present in her voice.  “Jane was kind of scrawny and pale, don’t you think?  I always thought Tarzan needed a more…substantial…kind of woman.”“Then it would’ve been a very different kind of movie,” Thorne replied in measured tones.“Hmm, yes, I think so,” Aria smirked, a sparkle flashing in her dark eyes.  “But…would it be romance or a fuck story?”Thorne instantly wished she hadn’t said the ubiquitous F word.  It caused her to deftly slide her teeth over her bottom lip, and the way she enunciated the K sound at the end with her mouth halfway open made him feel like wisps of steam were rising off his skin.“Maybe a little of both,” he finally said, against his better judgment.An awkward pause followed, but neither made a move to let go.  They just kept looking at each other, waiting to see whatever was next.  Thorne was afraid it was only a matter of time before his consciousness of her as a woman would overpower everything.  Every time he looked at her he was sure she had the power to make the earth spin backward.  This was the young woman he saw now, and yet he still saw the trusting, bright-eyed coed who sought his opinion and advice on seemingly everything she could ever find an excuse to ask about.  The glimmer in her eyes seemed to flicker into a glow like he’d seen in his dream.  His cock churned with heat.  Her breasts moved against his body with a sigh that sounded like a plea.“He was fucking her, you know,” she half purred.“Um…?”“Tarzan, silly.  He was fucking Jane.  They never let you see it in the old movies, but you know they were fucking like a pair of cats in heat.”Her smile dared him to contradict her.  The sound from her delicate throat was somewhere between a giggle and a devilish snarl.  He wanted to kiss her so much he was afraid of imploding.Thorne started laughing.  Then he laughed some more, and a little harder.  Aria started laughing, too.  Her face opened up like a gust of wind through citrus groves, and she seemed to be moving everywhere at once as her body shook with giggles.They laughed hard for a long time, as if the Tarzan and Jane thing had really been that funny, but really because there was nowhere else for what was building inside them to go.  The press of her sweet breasts heaved against him as she threw back her head and giggled without restraint.  Suddenly, every plug of gristle he was made of collapsed around the burning coal at the center of his life.He lowered his head and kissed her throat as she laughed, but her laughter stopped instantly as her head came down to offer her mouth.  He kissed her like she was every woman he ever wanted to kiss but never could all in one body.  He gripped the sides of her waist while she sucked his tongue like a piece of living candy.  The surge of heat in his cock spread through his body and he groaned into her mouth.She was his, dammit.  Wasn’t he entitled to her?  What else was a man supposed to do with a beautiful young woman he was in love with?  Shouldn’t this be his just reward for guiding her?  For nurturing her sharp, mercurial mind?  Was there even a difference between love and lust?  He slid his hands up her ribs and let his thumbs graze over the curves of her breasts, tracing the smooth flesh spilling around the edges of her bikini.Aria’s thigh pressed up tighter in his crotch, encouraging the hot, rapid swell of his cock.  Her hands moved under his T-shirt, caressing his heaving ribs and along the taut outer rim of his firmly tensed abs.  His thumbs ground against her gathered nipples, and her hands moved to the front of his pants and started to open them.Then Thorne imploded again, releasing her mouth and grabbing her wrists to stop her.  There was only one way the scenario of her hands on the bare flesh of his aching cock could end, and he would never find his way out from underneath the rubble.  Too young, too smart, too fucking beautiful.  He looked at her, wanting to apologize, but the words sounded pitiable as they took a practice run through his mind.  He stroked her face a few times with the back of his hand and let her go.

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