walked inside. A couple of minutes later he returned and once the engine was started he maneuvered them to the front door of their room. Miranda saw that they were right at the end of a block. There seemed to be few lights on in the other rooms and she wondered just how busy the motel was. “C’mon, let’s get inside,” Professor Benson said when the car was parked and Miranda grabbed her bag to follow him as he got out. They walked to the door of the room and once the professor unlocked it he ushered Miranda inside. She switched on the light and looked around. The room did indeed have two beds and as she stared at them the sound of the lock closing and the security bolt being clicked into place grabbed her attention.
“You have the single bed and I’ll have the double,” the professor said as he moved past Miranda and put his bag down. “I’m going to have a quick shower and then it’s time for sleep.” He grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom, but Miranda frowned as she noticed that he didn’t fully close the door. As she moved past to get to the single bed she couldn’t help glancing inside and blushed as she caught sight of the professor stripping his clothes off. She quickly averted her gaze and went to sit on the bed. She heard the sound of the shower being switched on, but the water ran for only around a minute before it stopped. She looked away as the professor walked back in the bedroom with only the towel around his waist to cover his modesty. “Are you having a shower?” he asked.
“Umm…, no, I think I’ll just rest?” Miranda answered.
“You should really have a shower,” the professor went on. “The hot water feels nice.”
Miranda frowned and looked across at him. Shit, she thought as her gaze caught sight of the way the towel pushed out at the front.
“Do you like what you see?” the professor asked and Miranda looked up to see she’d been caught staring.
“I…, I was…” She stumbled over her words suddenly embarrassed and nervous.
“It’s OK,” the professor said. “I don’t mind if you look.” He released the knot of the towel and let it slip to the floor.
“Professor…, what the hell …” exclaimed Miranda as she saw the semi-erect cock that was standing out from his body.
The professor just grinned and ignored her protests. “Or maybe you want to do more than just look,” he said.
Miranda rose to her feet as the naked professor approached her. “Look, I don’t know what you are playing at, but I don’t want…”
“Yes you do,” the professor cut in. “The way you were flashing those cute legs at me in the car. I know just what you want.”
Miranda backed away as he continued to close in on her and she started to panic when her back hit the wall of the room. “C’mon, this isn’t funny,” she protested. “I have a boyfriend and am not looking for…”
The professor cut her off again. “Yes you are and you’re going to get it,” he said. Miranda had nowhere to go. She put up her hands, but the professor was suddenly right on top of her. He grabbed her wrist and forced it down to touch her fingers onto his cock. Pushing forward he tried to kiss Miranda, but she turned her head from side to side to avoid it. He finally managed to plant his lips on her and kissed forcefully as he shoved the teenage girl’s hand onto his cock. Miranda struggled, but her body responded to the touch and her panic was suddenly tainted with a flicker of excitement. She stopped her struggles and shuddered as the professor pulled back from the kiss. “That’s better,” he said as he continued to force her hand onto his cock. Miranda could feel that it had become fully erect and another shudder wracked her. She started to protest again, but the professor put his free hand over her mouth. “Let’s get you showered first shall we.” His hand dropped from her mouth and stroked down her body. It worked over
“You have the single bed and I’ll have the double,” the professor said as he moved past Miranda and put his bag down. “I’m going to have a quick shower and then it’s time for sleep.” He grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom, but Miranda frowned as she noticed that he didn’t fully close the door. As she moved past to get to the single bed she couldn’t help glancing inside and blushed as she caught sight of the professor stripping his clothes off. She quickly averted her gaze and went to sit on the bed. She heard the sound of the shower being switched on, but the water ran for only around a minute before it stopped. She looked away as the professor walked back in the bedroom with only the towel around his waist to cover his modesty. “Are you having a shower?” he asked.
“Umm…, no, I think I’ll just rest?” Miranda answered.
“You should really have a shower,” the professor went on. “The hot water feels nice.”
Miranda frowned and looked across at him. Shit, she thought as her gaze caught sight of the way the towel pushed out at the front.
“Do you like what you see?” the professor asked and Miranda looked up to see she’d been caught staring.
“I…, I was…” She stumbled over her words suddenly embarrassed and nervous.
“It’s OK,” the professor said. “I don’t mind if you look.” He released the knot of the towel and let it slip to the floor.
“Professor…, what the hell …” exclaimed Miranda as she saw the semi-erect cock that was standing out from his body.
The professor just grinned and ignored her protests. “Or maybe you want to do more than just look,” he said.
Miranda rose to her feet as the naked professor approached her. “Look, I don’t know what you are playing at, but I don’t want…”
“Yes you do,” the professor cut in. “The way you were flashing those cute legs at me in the car. I know just what you want.”
Miranda backed away as he continued to close in on her and she started to panic when her back hit the wall of the room. “C’mon, this isn’t funny,” she protested. “I have a boyfriend and am not looking for…”
The professor cut her off again. “Yes you are and you’re going to get it,” he said. Miranda had nowhere to go. She put up her hands, but the professor was suddenly right on top of her. He grabbed her wrist and forced it down to touch her fingers onto his cock. Pushing forward he tried to kiss Miranda, but she turned her head from side to side to avoid it. He finally managed to plant his lips on her and kissed forcefully as he shoved the teenage girl’s hand onto his cock. Miranda struggled, but her body responded to the touch and her panic was suddenly tainted with a flicker of excitement. She stopped her struggles and shuddered as the professor pulled back from the kiss. “That’s better,” he said as he continued to force her hand onto his cock. Miranda could feel that it had become fully erect and another shudder wracked her. She started to protest again, but the professor put his free hand over her mouth. “Let’s get you showered first shall we.” His hand dropped from her mouth and stroked down her body. It worked over
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