Busted at the Lake
He pushed two fingers inside me, and I forgot how to breathe. Adam Whitfield—my professor, twenty-nine, razor-sharp tongue and a stare that made my knees buckle. We’d been sneaking around for two months, but tonight, in the sauna down by the lake, while the whole group was asleep, I was the one dragging him inside. The place smelled like old cedar, hot stone, and damp wood. Moonlight spilled across the wide wooden bench.
He pressed me against the wall, his hand already up under the thin skirt I’d worn under my jeans. “You’re soaked,” he rasped, fingertips sliding over the fabric of my panties. “You’ve been looking at me all through dinner like you want me to fuck you right there in front of everyone.”
“Maybe I do,” I whispered, biting my lip as he shoved the wet cloth aside and pushed deeper. I was already ready to suck him off.
He spun me to face him, kissed me hard, almost rough. Tongues tangled, and I could feel his heart hammering against my chest. My hands went straight for his belt buckle, tugged his jeans open. His cock was already rock-hard, hot and pulsing.
“Suck it,” he said quietly, palm gripping the back of my skull.
I sank to my knees on the warm wooden floor. I took him deep, as far as I could, feeling the head hit the back of my throat. Spit ran down my chin, dripped onto my tits. Adam moaned, threading his fingers through my hair.
“Fuck, Lara... you’re such a greedy little slut... yeah, deeper... just like that...”
I worked my tongue, hollowed my cheeks, looked up at him through my lashes. Then, from outside, voices. Two of our classmates, Dylan and Katy, heading toward the lake with a bottle of wine. My heart dropped into my stomach.
We froze. I still had his cock in my mouth, too scared to move. Adam pulled out carefully, hauled me to my feet, and pressed me against the wall, one hand clapped over my mouth.
“Shh...” he breathed directly into my ear, his voice shaking with lust and fear.
The voices got closer. Katy laughed: “I’m telling you, I saw Lara and Professor Whitfield eye-fucking the whole night. Think something’s going on?”
“No way, he’s a teacher,” Dylan said. “But honestly? I’d still hit that. She’s hot as hell.”
They stopped maybe ten feet from the sauna door. I could feel Adam’s cock pressing into my stomach, still slick with my spit. He slowly, so slowly, lifted my thigh onto the wooden shelf and slid into me with one smooth, deep thrust. I bit down on his palm to keep from moaning.
“Mmm—” it came out as a muffled grunt.
“Did you hear that?” Dylan asked.
“Probably a frog,” Katy giggled.
They walked off, and Adam started moving. Hard, deep, almost pissed off. Every thrust made me tremble. My juices ran down his balls, down the inside of my thigh. The smell of sex mixed with the lake and the cedar.
“We almost got caught...” he growled in my ear, picking up speed. “And you’re still dripping like a total whore. You love it, don’t you? The risk?”
“Yes...” I panted as he lifted his hand off my mouth. “More... harder... fuck me, Adam... I’m gonna come...”
The orgasm hit me out of nowhere, knees buckling. He caught me, kept pounding. Seconds later, he stiffened, groaned like an animal, and came deep inside me, thick and hot, in pulsing waves. We both went still, gasping.
Then footsteps again. Closer this time. The sauna door creaked open.
In the doorway stood our faculty advisor, old Professor Vance, flashlight in hand. The beam swept over both of us—me with my skirt hiked up, panties around my ankle, Adam with his jeans open, his cock still hard, our mixed cum dripping off it.
“Interesting...” he said slowly, not lowering the light. “So this is what you’re doing instead of working on your thesis.”
We were both silent. Just our hearts hammering in our ears. Adam pulled out of me slowly, but he didn’t step away. His hand stayed on my sweat-slick lower back.
“What’s going to happen now?” I asked quietly, feeling his cum start to trickle down my bare thigh.
Professor Vance closed the door behind him and slid the lock shut.
“That, Lara, depends entirely on the two of you.”