Melanie impatiently tapped her pen on her desk, wishing the clock would hurry up and hit five o’clock. Anxious, excited fingers pulled through her red curly hair, preparing for her dash to the bus stop. Once the clock hit five, she had exactly twelve and a half minutes to get on the train to the university. She had her heavy handbag ready, stuffed to the brim with her French literature textbooks, all prepared for her French lecture that evening!
The clock finally ticked over, Melanie commenced her mad dash to the train station. Frantically pushing elevator buttons and pedestrian crossing indicators, she quickly but politely navigated through the streams of commuters until she finally made it to the train station! With a minute to spare, she fixed up her hair and lipstick, gave a quick squirt of No. 5 and organised her bag for the nights lectures.
As the train clicked and clacked down the line, Melanie’s thoughts transcended the content of the nights lecture, instead, focusing on the ever enigmatic, ever handsome, ever aloof Professor Roberto de Ronsard, the lecturer for her French literature class. Melanie loved French and hoped one day to lecture in it, she equally adored her lecturer. She worked hard, never getting anything less then a high distinction in all her classes. To her dismay, however, her effort on the Professor did not yield such strong results. Regardless, Melanie worked hard in both her studies, and her attempt at wooing the Professor.
Professor de Ronsard glided into the small lecture theatre. His fit frame, well dressed in a casual charcoal suit and crisp white shirt took its place behind the lectern. Greeting the class in French, he instructed the class that they would be studying Pierre de Ronsard over the next four weeks, and as a side note, the Professor was a very distant relation of Pierre’s! His voice, dark and sexy like Serge Gainsbrough resonated beautifully through Melanie’s body. She closed her eyes and absorbed every word, every syllable as he recited the classical poetry:
Maîtresse, embrasse-moi, baise-moi, serre-moi,
Melanie mentally translated the verse “Mistress, embrace me, kiss me, hold me tight’. She shivered in delight at the roll of Roberto’s tounge
Haleine contre haleine, échauffe-moi la vie,
‘Breath against breath, breath me life’ she continued the translation in her head, wishing he was holding her tight
Mille et mille baisers donne-moi je te prie,
‘Thousand and thousand kisses give me I beg you’ goosebumps rippled across her arms and neck
Amour veut tout sans nombre, amour n’a point de loi.
‘Love wants everything without condition, love has no law’ she finished the mental translation. If only he knew the effect he had on her!
The lecture continued, Professor de Ronsard continued his recital, discussing, analysing, challenging his class about the poems, the themes, the anguish, the delight of the words. His voice, rich like dark chocolate, melted her every being. The two hour lecture was over way to quickly for her liking, she lingered as her classmates shuffled out.
‘Remember class – I am on holidays for two weeks, so no lectures. I expect to have your mid-terms back on my return, I will be on the email if you have any questions’ the Professor announced to the retreating class.
As she reluctantly started to leave, the Professor’s charming voice called out to her, emphasising the vowels in her name with his beautiful French accent
“Melanie” he called out
Surprised and excited, she turned to face him
“Yes, Professor?”
“I have almost finished your mid-term paper. So far, exccolent, as I would uxpect from you” his French intonations again bringing goosebumps to her skin
Claming up, she simply responded “Merci”, and shuffled out of the room! Melanie kicked herself all the way to the train station! She should have engaged him more! She should have chatted, flirted, done anything! She stroppily rode the train home, wishing she could have the conversation once more.
It was a barmy night, the warm summer air floated off the Pacific, humidifying the atmosphere. She pondered her drive home from the train station, detouring via the coast. It was such a lovely evening, so a solitary stroll along the moonlit beach with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s would certainly cheer her up! Picking up a small bucket of cookies and crème at the 7-eleven and headed down to the beach at Santa Barbara. The stroll along the sand, she finally got to the harbor. The boats and yachts sat peacefully in the glassy water, gently rocking from side to side. The night was still young and Melanie was happy, locked in her own mind as her walk continued.
Approaching the marina, Melanie was surprised to hear a familiar voice.
“Melanie?” came the questioning voice. She recognised it instantly! It was Professor de Ronsard! What the hell was he doing here? She was nervous, stunned and excited!
“Yes?” she goofily responded
“Melanie, I thought that was you” a smile came across his delicious voice “What are you doing here?”
“Just enjoying some ice-cream, going for a walk” Melanie’s racing heart had started to calm down “How about you – what are you doing here?”
He laughed to himself. “Did you not listen to my class? I am on holidays!” he smiled “ My parents have a yacht – the Charlotte, I have plans to sail down to Tijuana!” the excitement in his voice was evident.
“Oh that sounds wonderful Professor!”
“I leave tomorrow”
An awkward silence ensured. Melanie desperately wanted something more – she had dreamed of being with the Professor, but was chickening out again!
“Well, safe sailing” Melanie tried to buoyantly bid her farewell
“Melanie?” the Professor again asked
“Yes?” She took a step towards him
“Maybe one time, you could come sailing with me?” a confident invitation flowed from his sweet lips
It took all of a microsecond for her to formulate her response
“That would be lovely” she felt herself blushing. In an unexpected surge of boldness, the next sentence flowed out of her excited mouth “Do I get to see the Charlotte before I sail on her?”
Not taken aback by her forward request, the Professor happily obliged.
Melanie was taken aback by the large yacht. Unlike some of the smaller vessels, it was well equipped, large, beautiful and oh-so-romantic! Below decks was decorated in hand-crafted mahogany. A well-stocked bar, two bedrooms, leather-bound couches and all the trimmings certainly set the Charlotte apart. The Professor enjoyed showing her around, pointing out some of the features of the beautiful vessel. Strolling through, something caught Melanie’s eye. On a small table on the port side of the yacht, an old, leather bound book sat closed. Embossed on the well-worn cover, the words ‘Odes et Ballades’ could just be seen
“Is that what I think it is?” Melanie motioned to the book
“Oui” smiled the Professor “It is the 1853 version”
Melanie found herself inbetween the handsome Professor and an original edition of Victor Hugo’s poetry! ‘Could this moment be more perfect?’ she thought to herself
The Professor strolled over to the table. “Shall we read?” he simply asked, to which Melanie found herself nodding in excitement.
Before they sat, the Professor poured them both a glass of port. Melanie found herself perching close to the Professor on the large, leather couch. The gentle rocking of the yacht, the smooth, deep voice of the Professor and the beautiful poetry soon had her entranced. He certainly knew how to recite each verse, each word, each syllable. She was truly captivated by the moment!
As he was reading, Melanie felt his hand on her leg! It was amazing – a simple touch, a warm closeness, the very thing she had been craving for too long now. His hand, large, tanned, weathered, she wanted it to explore her further. Closing the book with his spare hand, Melanie was delighted to feel him reach over and touch her face. Swooning towards him, she offered little resistance as his French lips met hers, kissing in the softest embraces. She quickly seccombed to his charms, offering her lips, her neck, her ears to him for kissing. He was gentle, for such a strong man. The contrast in his public arrogance and private tenderness was amazing. He slowly kissed, holding her supple body close, his hands searching for her skin. His fingers traced down her face, she sucked his digits as they travelled over her mouth, allowing herself to kiss up his muscular arm, back to his handsome face.
Melanie found herself standing in his embrace, the softly playing renaissance music only adding further to the allure of the moment. The sound of violin and strings caressed her ears, as the Professor caressed her back, her bottom, her face, her breasts. As they swayed to the music, Melanie found herself unbuttoning the Professor’s shirt and allowing his belt to be loosened, he similarly unbuttoned her short denim skirt and making light work of her singlet-top. Slow dancing in nothing but underwear with the Professor was more then Melanie could have ever imagined! His fingers soon slipped down the sides of her white lace thong and snapped the clip on her matching bra, his hands then resting nicely on her supple ass. She soon helped him wriggle out of his tight, white jocks so they were gently rocking, naked, in each others arms. As they swayed, he kissed her neck and ran his fingers over her naked back. She felt his hard cock tease her loins, gently caressing her most sensitive skin. She loved feeling him on the outside, but was in no rush to let him in. This slow, naked moment was amazing! He whispered French poetry in her ear, in between soft kisses and nibbles.
Melanie found herself aching for him. It was all too divine, her body was throbbing to feel him even more. She navigated him over to the couch, the cool leather wrapping itself around her as he lay her down. Running his fingers through her beautiful red hair, the Professor thanked her for the connection they were sharing, both intellectually and physically. Melanie agreed – every part of her was being stimulated!
She soon felt his pulsating cock enter, he slowly rose and sunk into her, she felt him deeper with each gentle rise, gentle fall. Wrapping her legs around his, she grabbed his firm ass and pulled him in, craving him deeper, craving him faster! He seemed to know exactly what pleased her, what her body was desiring. He cupped her soft breasts as he rode, Melanie letting out gasps of pleasure at his every touch! He moved faster, hands holding harder. He rode her hard, she arched up so he filled her, so he touched all of her. His gyrating manhood delved into her, she found herself yelping in sheer ecstasy as he filled her, as he touched her, as he made her cum! Shuddering in amazement, Melanie drew him close to kiss him even more as her sensitive body relaxed. She loved feeling his cock still in her as she kissed his neck and lips, rolling over side by side. The gentle rocking of the boat brought their skin together, Melanie quivering in delight as his hands traced through her hair.
Without realising, the pair found themselves in the shower, bathing in the afterglow of their recent passion.
“Stay with me, Melanie” the Professor implored her
“What do you mean?”
“Stay with me. Come with me to Tijuana”
Pausing to consider the offer, Melanie thought out loud
“But I have no clothes, what about work?”
“Melanie, this is my family’s boat. My sister is the same size as you, her room is full of clothes that she has never worn. And work? Screw that. You will be working at the university soon anyway”
“Working at the university – you mean?”
“Yes, you have a job as a lecturer, if you want it!” The Professor was happy to break the news
“Do you always offer jobs this way?” Melanie was half smiling, half concerned
“Never Melanie – never!”
She smiled, sensing his earnest plea
“In that case, I’ll accept both offers!”