Monday, November 7, 2011

Grad Students, Coffee with a Little Lavender Thrown in Part 1

In the midst of all that was going on I had to head out to family weekend at my son’s college. I wasn’t looking forward to the long drive but I was looking forward to seeing my son and an old high school friend of mine invited me to stay in his guest house so we could have a little reunion over the weekend. He warned me though that his son was also in the guest house but he would have him straighten up for me. I told him not to worry about it. I was just happy to get away. I was hoping a change of atmosphere would do me good.

When I got to the house my friend’s son (S) was outside fiddling with his car. He was tall, dark and handsome. He was very young and was in grad school for bio-medical engineering. We had met before on one of my last visits so we felt very comfortable hugging and kissing hello when I got out of my car. He pulled my bags from the car and brought them right into the house and the bedroom where I would be staying.

He had straightened up the little cottage. He made the bed that I would be sleeping in with clean sheets and an antique quilt with a sprig of lavender on the pillow. He knew I had trouble sleeping and told me on one of my earlier visits that I should try to grow lavender since it had holistic properties which encouraged relaxation.

After a quick chat S offered to drive me to the football game where we would meet up with my son since S’s father was at work we all agreed to meet for dinner after the game. We had a short ride from the cottage to the stadium. S stayed by my side for most of the game breaking only to talk to friends and professors. After the game and after a quick visit with my son we went back to the cottage to shower and change for dinner where our mini reunion with my old high school friends would be.

S told me to go ahead and take the first shower. He wanted to run out and grab some wine for dinner. After I heard his car pull away I slipped into the newly renovated shower. S had some handmade soaps and shampoos for my use. As I was examining them I heard the front door open, then shut. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened. I had been standing in the hot shower for a few minutes and it took me a moment to process that S had come into the steamy bathroom and was beginning to undress.

His body was lean and lanky with the air of youth that cannot be described. He was muscular and I could tell by looking at him that his skin was still baby smooth and sweet smelling, not yet hardened by age.

He stepped into the shower with me without any hesitation and with a sense of arrogance as though I was in his way. He must have seen my eyes widen at the sight of his naked body and finally said, “Do you mind if I join you? We are running a little late.” I was speechless. This made no sense to me. I turned my back to him slightly as he stepped in 100%. I could see his cock begin to harden.


Anonymous said...

Nice music. I would have preferred "Hot for Teacher" (me being the teacher).

Plus, you cut it off at the best part!

Naughty Kitty said...

At the risk of further inflating your ego, I don't remember ever having a professor that looked like you! Don't bother with joke about how long ago that was. I spent the better half of the weekend doing the math.

Just get that damn paper done. I don't want to be blamed for single handedly destroying your bright future ;)

Anonymous said...

Yes, Mother! By the way, all the hot Profs are in the Physics department.

Naughty Kitty said...


Anonymous said...

Sorry...too soon?

Naughtykitty said...

You are forgiven ;)