My job involves extensive networking with university officials… administrators, deans, department heads, and faculty members. Recently, I attended an elegant dinner party hosted by a Dean at her sprawling Victorian home. The event featured exquisite catering: delicate hors d’oeuvres, perfectly seared steaks, and vintage wines that loosened everyone’s inhibitions as the evening progressed.

That’s when I noticed her son watching me from across the room…tall, with his mother’s intelligent eyes but a youthful intensity that made my skin flush whenever our gazes met. After our third “accidental” conversation, I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear and whispered, “Why don’t you show me your room?”

We slipped away unnoticed, his hand trembling slightly as he guided me upstairs. Once inside his bedroom, I slowly gathered the silk of my dress between my fingers, inching it upward until he could see I’d been without underwear all evening. His eyes widened as I settled onto the edge of his bed, spreading my legs just enough to reveal my arousal.

“You’ve been staring all night,” I murmured, “Now put that mouth to better use.” His eager obedience exceeded all my expectations.