Michelle’s daddy owned a Learjet company and his daughter was following right in his shoes. But first she needed her FAA licenses to fly 450 knot turbojets, so here was Michelle earning her licenses before going back to daddy’s stable of jets. Our first encounter was a friendly greeting at the Student Union. Just the typical hello, how do you dos. It wasn’t until my senior year that I had Michelle in my multi-engine ground school. I was also a newly minted flight instructor (or CFI) but, since Michelle was a transfer student she was already working on her Instrument ticket and I was not an instrument instructor or CFI-I. During the multi-engine ground course we were assigned the project of writing a multi-engine handbook for the school. We each had a part of the book to work on with a partner. Needless to say the entire class was disappointed when Michelle choose me. I don’t know if it was because I was the only CFI in the class at that time or what, but she just batted her blue eyes at me as she asked, “Mind doing this project together.” “Sure,” was my immediate response and I was betting that I was in for most of the work with a few visits by the blond bombshell with a silver jet in her twat. But, what the hell, I figured. Boy did I have her figured out all wrong. We immediately set a date to discuss out part of the handbook at the local pizza parlor and she had outlines, topical arrangements, terms, ect thought through. I was embarrassed not to be as ready as she was for this project. We continued to meet almost every night, a few times I had to beg off for Aikido class in which she accompanied me and watched. I was preparing for my dan degree test which was the equivalent to a black belt test in Karate. I guess I must have impressed Michelle with my forms, “You’re good,” she smiled. We stopped for some dinner then went back to my dorm to work on the project. We passed a few buddies from class who gave the usual greetings. A few even wolf whistled at Michelle as we passed. “That does not bother you,” Michelle asked? “What do you mean? I figured someone as hot as you would be use to the attention. I just let it flow over me.” Michelle just looked at me with innocent eyes. She smiled slightly as I said she was hot and then grinned when I stated flow over me. “Well I wish they wouldn’t,” Michelle replied. “Would you like me to nicely ask them to stop,” I requested? “No, no don’t need any broken pilots this week,” Michelle stated with a crooked grin. “Hey, I practice for peace and tranquility,” I jested. We went upstairs to my dorm and powered up the old computer that had most of our work on the project. We discussed various aspects before deciding that we spent much more time on our chapter than the other classmates and ours was good enough, finished. I hit print and allowed the document to be spit out from the printer. “Now what,” Michelle asked, and I allowed my hand to fall into hers as we sat on the edge of my bed. Michelle turned and looked right into my eyes and I could feel her firm breast against my arm. Her head tilted back just a little and I lowered mine toward her slightly. Soon our lips locked her head thrown back and eyes closed. I joined her closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of her soft lips pressed to mine. We held the kiss and fell back onto the bed her hand caressing my face as I pulled her tightly against me. My hand stroked her straight strawberry blond hair and our lips unlocked slightly to allow our tongues to dart between each other. The warmth of her mouth, her breath inhaling into me was intoxicating. The smell of her perfume a delight to my nose and soon the throbbing in my pants alerted me to a penis wanting attention. We rolled fully onto my bed her sandals falling to the floor, one then a few moments later the other. I could feel her heart thumping, or was that mine. Either way at some point the printer stopped it’s buzzing, but it did not matter. Michelle and I were lost in each other. I guess I should have been a gentleman but that was not the case, I wanted Michelle and I wanted her tonight. I lowered my hand to her ass and she continued to kiss me. The heat billowed between us, looking for a break and I finally decided to press further by reaching for her well proportioned breasts and gently stroking them. Michelle quietly responded by allowing me full access. I stroked and fondled her breast and nudged her nipples as we kissed. Her hand was still on my cheek caressing my face. “I love you Dave,” was whispered into my ear. “Michelle, beautiful.. I love you too,” and I felt her legs and body relax in my arms. I reached down and lifted Michelle’s blouse off and she assisted lifting up to allow removal. Her breasts were under a pale yellow bra. I rubbed one of her breasts in a hand and reached behind and popped her bra off. Yes I could do the one handed bra removal… Her tits were soon exposed to me and I lowered my mouth to her beautiful mounds. I caressed one while licking the other than switched breasts caressing the other as my lips made their way to her areola. As I kissed and licked and the tiniest of nubs hardened on her breasts. Michelle sighed and her breasts heaved under me. I looked up into her adoring eyes. She hadn’t moaned or said hardly a word since we started. Just ‘I love you’ and abandonment to my desires. I kissed my way down her stomach and paused at her waistband. Michelle just laid there accepting my adoring of her body. I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down her hips and she lifted her shapely ass for me as I slid them down her thighs and off her legs. Matching buff yellow lace panties covered her soft flaxen haired mound. Standing at the foot of my bed, I lifted my shirt off and starring Michelle right in the eyes, lowering first my pants then my boxers. I did hear Michelle take a sharp breath of air and her eyes widen as my pole bounced free in front of her. I soaked in Michelle’s entire form and waited a moment for either an invitation or a rejection. But, all I got was those blue eyes looking back at me. She did not focus on my cock, she was looking at me. I crawled back on top of her, my cock pressing between her legs as my lips caressed hers. I lifted my hips and my purple head cleared her still panty clad pussy before I allowed to snake it’s way across her belly, the purple head just touching the soft underside flesh of her stunning tit. I kissed her fully and she responded back our tongues fencing again. Michelle’s hands caressed my back before coming to rest on my ass. She looked deep into my eyes before slowly moving her head in the slightest of nods. I crawled back down her and my cock raked her belly before crossing her mound and dropping between her legs. I held myself there for a moment stroking my head against her panty clad vagina. I could feel the heat and wetness coming from her. I lowered myself just enough to slide her panties off her hips. I was mesmerized with her body, her legs, her tits, her beautiful face, and her wonderful pussy with its light soft coating of blond hair. I kissed her mons but felt her hands on my head not pushing me down but pulling me back up on her. I followed her and she pulled me back up until my pole was brushing her wonderful cannel, her light fuzz tickling the head of my cock and the immense heat pouring out of her. I went to reach between her and set my cock to penetrate her love cannel but was soon swatted off as her own hand clasped my dick and started rubbing the head all over her slit and labia. Then using two fingers she spread her pussy wide open and guided me into her love nest. She was not overly wet but wet enough to provide the lubrication needed to allow my cock to slide into her tight hole. I swear it felt like her muscles were not just clamping and releasing, but pulling my cock deeper into her recesses. Michelle then just grabbed my ass and plowed me deeper than I have ever been in a woman in one stroke. I swear she nearly took all of my cock in one full swoop. I started pistoning into her depths giving Michelle long strokes of my pole. It did not take long as her hand pulled my ass hard until she sank my entire length inside of her. My balls slapped her on the pucker of her ass hole. I held my length deep inside of Michelle her mouth and eyes open wide in a silent moan of pleasure. She looked back at me again and kissed me hard. I roared into full fuck and stroked Michelle hard, pulling my cock nearly all of the way out of her pussy before slamming it back in. The harder I fucked her, the more Michelle seemed to enjoy it. It did not take long before I was pounding her for all I was worth and I felt Michelle’s pussy clamp down hard on my cock, so hard I could not move it in or out. Again she went into the silent scream her nails biting hard into my back. I continued to piston at her pussy more moving her entire hips with each thrust until I could feel warmth all over my cock and the friction broke at once. I was fucking Michelle hard and could hear a slosh-slosh sound with each time I pounded into her pussy. The tightness was still there pulling at my cock, squeezing it hard from the base to the end buried deep inside of her. Michelle continued to claw my back, her face contorted into all sorts of strange figures and my balls continued to rap at her ass. Finally, I could not stand it anymore and the well of cum burst from me like never before. Within a few blasts I could feel cum shooting out of Michelle’s pussy as I continued to fill her, or just hose down the insides since I already left no vacancy with my cock. Michelle just leaned into me and bit my shoulder hard before sucking on my neck. I stopped spurting at some point but I just kept fucking her till my dick was too soft to make any more progress. I collapsed on top of Michelle and she again kissed me fully, whispering “I love you.” As horniness wore off I soon realized that Michelle left deep scratches on my ass, by back and my shoulder hurt. I looked down at my silent lover and she just smiled. I would have to get her some rubber tips for her nails. Samantha sat there quietly her breasts heaving and her face slightly flushed. “How long did you and Michelle stay together?” “Five years. I almost married her,” I stated. I bruised the hell out of her insides and she left plenty of marks on me. The first time we did it doggy style I thought for sure we went too far. Nope she took it and even pushed herself back hard against me. Problem was, her father.” “How did it end,” Sam asked? “I told her it was either daddy or me. She chose her father.” “Oh,” Sam consoled. “So what are we doing Samantha,” I blurted out. “I’m sorry,” she stated. “Us, this thing. Therapist but not quite. Me telling you of my previous girlfriends and walking away with a stiffy. While you sit over there all beautiful and demure.” Samantha got real quiet for a moment. “As I stated I want to help, but we can’t be therapist and patient,” she affirmed. “Because I am so attracted to you, I want to grab you up right now. I want to date you, caress you and hopefully make love to you,” I stated matter of fact. Sam was nervous and shocked as she declared, “No because I am attracted to you.” I tell you this felt like elementary school, ‘do you like me? I like you?’ I wondered if I should pass her a note: ‘Do you like David X [ ] YES [ ] No.’ None of the usual signs seemed to mean anything. A smile, did it mean she approved or was it her professional therapist smile that she gave to everyone. A laugh, did it mean that she found me amusing or did she not want to damage my psyche? Had I known then that this woman put her career on the line for me the answer would have been obvious. She could have lost her State certification by riding with me ‘out of the office’ to a seclude location like this. Ethics required that she should have referred me to another therapist. Sure would have made life easier for me had I known. I reached into the back seat, if you can call the ‘roll and tumble’ a seat and pulled out two drinks, a Diet Coke for myself and a Dr. Pepper for her. I handed her the icy cold drink not really sure what to say or do next. Sam smiled again and accepted the drink our hands brushing against each other. “So what now,” I asked Samantha? “Today we enjoy a beautiful afternoon,” she admitted. “And tomorrow?” “Tomorrow is a Friday,” Sam smiled, “what do you do on a Friday?” “Dinner and a movie,” I remarked. “Fine, but dinner cannot be at your place.” “Why,” I asked? “Do you think I was not listening when you told me about Jennifer? Seems you like to impress women with your cooking and then lure them into your lair,” she giggled. “Hey, I thought that was professional and confidential.” “I am always professional,” Sam promised and then with a wink, “and everything is confidential.” “So, tomorrow night. Pick you up about six?” “Sure, we have another out of office appointment,” she grinned.

Watch out for part 5