Story 28
Summary:
Sophia, forty-five years old. She’s a powerful and successful woman, but there’s one thing she can’t control - her wayward son. So when she’s called in for a meeting with one of his professors, she’s ready to go to war.
Lucas, thirty-three years old. He’s a no-nonsense professor who won’t be intimidated by Sophia. Soon, she finds herself intrigued by him, and then she finds herself surrendering to him in ways she had never imagined.
Age gap, domination, oral, pussy licking, blow jobs, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking.
Sophia put the phone down and looked at it with barely concealed rage. A part of her wanted to throw the phone across the room, but she knew that it wouldn’t do any good. Then, she’d be just as angry as she was right now but she’d also have a broken phone. There was no point in that, she told herself.
She looked around her office. It usually helped to calm her down, although she wasn’t altogether sure that it was having that effect right now.
It was a corner office that was the envy of most people in the company. She knew that plenty of people were jealous of it, and she knew that there were plenty of people who would take any opportunity to take it off her if they got a chance. This sense of competition only spurred her on. She was forty-five years old and she knew that she had advanced quickly in the corporate world. Somehow, the backstabbing, the politics - it all made sense to her. She had played the game and, most importantly, she had been able to let her talent and ability shine. She had climbed the ladder through hard work and natural ability, and it was a position she was not going to give up.
But, then she thought about the call that she’d just received. Was that a sign that she’d been too focused on her work life? No, she told herself. Whatever problems her son, Sam, might be having, they couldn’t be blamed on her career. She was sure of that.
There was no denying that Sam continued to cause her problems, however. She had been sure that when he went away to college it would be the making of him. She’d heard many good things about this college, and she’d really thought that this was going to be the turning point for Sam. She hadn’t heard much since he’d gone away - he’d called every now and again to tell her that things were going well, and she had believed him. Even though the college was in the same city, it was still far enough away that he had been able to gain his own independence and he seemed to want to guard that independence at all costs. Now, though, it seemed as though he had been hiding something all along.
She picked up her phone again, still resisting the urge to throw it against the wall, and called up her husband. She knew that he would be busy at work as well, but one of them was going to have to deal with this situation. She was hoping that he would be able to make himself available. It would certainly make things much easier for her.
“Dennis?” she said when he answered the phone, “We’ve got a problem.”
“What’s up?” he asked, sounding much calmer than she would have liked.
“It’s that son of ours.”
Dennis sighed.
“What’s he done now?”
“Well, you know how well he’s told us things are going at college?”
“Yes,” she could hear the caution in her husband’s voice.
“Apparently that’s all been a bit of a lie.”
“Damn it. What’s been happening?”
She told him everything that the Dean who had called her had told her. Cutting classes. Being rude to the professors. One professor, in particular, seems to be a big problem.
“He keeps arguing with his political sciences professor, and it’s all come to a head. It seems as though this might be the source of his misbehaving but - well, we can’t exactly blame it all on the professor.”
“I see. Well, what do they want us to do about it?”
"They need one of us to go up there to talk to this professor, hopefully, we can try and smooth things out."
She heard the silence on the other end of the line, and she knew that he was getting his excuses lined up.
“I can’t,” he said in a tone that sounded like genuine regret, “I mean, I’d love to. But I’m absolutely snowed under here. I can’t get away. Does it have to be today?”
She closed her eyes. She could feel the start of a headache building.
"Yes," she said, "it has to be today. There's not really any way around it."
There was silence then. She knew that they were both doing the same thing - both of them waiting to see if the other one would give in first, both of them hoping that the other one would fold.
She sighed. She knew that there was no way out of it.
“Fine,” She said, “I’ll go and deal with this.”
”Great,” she could hear the relief from the other end of the line, “I really would if I could, you know, but it’s just-”
"Yeah, yeah," she said and hung up the phone.
She wasn’t angry with him about the situation. She understood that he had a lot of work to do. But, so did she.
She looked at the pile of papers on her desk and called her secretary on the intercom.
“Yes, Ms. Marlowe?” the voice said.
“Claire,” Sophia said, “how many times have I told you - it’s just Sophia.”
“Oh! Of course. I’m sorry Ms. - I mean, Sophia.”
“Anyway, I’m going to have to duck out for the rest of the day. If anyone calls, can you just let them know that an urgent matter has come up with a client? I don’t think that we need to go into any more depth than that.”
“Oh! Sure. I mean, I can handle that.”
“Very good. Thank you.”
She gathered up her things. Before she left the office, she had a quick look in the mirror. She wanted to make sure that she was looking her best - she wanted to give the best possible impression to this professor. After all, it seemed as though it was going to be down to her to get her son out of whatever trouble he’d got himself into.
She smiled at her reflection. She thought that she was looking pretty good.
She was wearing an expensive blouse that clung to her curves. She didn't like to use sexuality in the workplace, but the way that the blouse accented her large breasts was certainly quite pleasing to the eye. Her skirt was tight enough to show off the curve of her thighs and ended slightly above her knees. It gave just enough of a glimpse of her legs without it being too unprofessional.
Her long, black, hair looked well-maintained, pushed back behind her head. She looked more closely at her face, looking for any sign of aging. However, it was undeniable that she was aging incredibly well. She had light, pale, skin, and it was flawless and unlined. She had full, red, lips and large, green, eyes. She had great bone structure, with delicate, almost ethereal, features.
She touched up her lipstick, and then she felt as though she was ready for battle.
She got in her car and began driving across the city. It was still early - she should be able to just miss the lunchtime rush, although she knew that she might get caught in it on the way back.
As she drove over to the university campus, she thought about life with Dennis.
They had met when they were both young, and they’d had Sam when they had been young as well. But they were both driven, ambitious, people, and nothing had slowed them down.
They might look cold to some people, but there had always been a heat and a passion to their relationship that most people didn’t seem to understand.
She could still remember the first time they had met. It had been a big networking event when she'd just been starting out in her career. There had been plenty of young professionals there, and she always felt as though she should go to these events, even though they usually ended with the same old people and the same old conversations.
This time, she had been trapped in a corner for several minutes - that seemed like hours - listening to someone telling her all about their latest investments.
Then, she had caught sight of him.
He was about the same age as her, and taller than most of the other men in the room. That helped him to catch her attention initially, but it was when she realized just how good-looking he was that he really piqued her interest.
We were well-built, in an expensive suit that showed off his broad shoulders and powerful-looking body.
He had a handsome face - strong jawline, good features, dark eyes, dark hair, with an air of supreme confidence as he looked around the room. She felt as though she wanted - needed - to get to know this man, she just had to extricate herself from this conversation and find a way to get over to him in order to say something - anything.
“Will you excuse me a minute?” she said in the end, unable to think of a real excuse to get away from the man she was talking to - or, rather, who had been talking at her.
Without waiting for a reply, she headed over to this man.
She introduced herself, and he introduced himself.
They looked at one another, and it was clear that they were both attracted to one another right away.
She wanted him - there was no denying it.
After a while, he leaned in closer. He put one hand on the small of her back.
“How about we get out of this place?” he said.
He looked into her face. She nodded slightly, feeling her pulse quicken.
“Great,” he said.
They headed out. He had driven there - he didn’t drink, and so there was no need for a taxi. He had an expensive-looking car that further highlighted his success.
They got in the car, and he turned to her.
He leaned over, putting one hand on her face, and began to kiss her.
She kissed him back. This was what she had wanted since she had first seen him, after all.
Then, his hand moved to her knee. She felt it resting there, and then she felt it start to slide up, sliding up beneath her dress. She felt her growing excitement. Here? Were they really going to do it here?
The intensity of his kiss was building - and then he pulled away. He looked down into her eyes. The tips of his fingers toyed with her panties, and then he turned away, pulling his hand away.
He started up the car, leaving her wanting more.