Title: Fantasy Formula 1: Part 3
Author: Kenora Hazel Saul
Rating: R
Pairing: T/N
A/N: Thomas receives a note to meet his mystery woman in the classroom. Nicolya readies herself for a night that will change her life forever.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nicolya finished writing the note that she would leave in Mr. Anderson's briefcase that would lead him to her.
After class, she waited till he'd turned away to talk to someone. She slipped the note into his briefcase and left the room.
Thomas opened his briefcase to extract his notes on his students, when piece of paper fell out, sliding to the floor.
He bent to pick it up, it read,
Professor,
We met last night, not officially, seemed that way. I like to
watch you in class, such an intrigue. If you want to know who I
am, be in your office tonight at 11:45. I'll be here, waiting
for you, so we can be properly introduced at last.
Your
Secret Admirer
*~*~*~*~*~*
Nicolya nervously twisted her fingers as she waited for the time to slip by.
She watched Thomas enter his office, the blind fold was waiting on his desk. The choice would be his.
Thomas entered his office, a few strategically placed candles were flickering in the light breeze. On his desk lay a silk blindfold, a bold printed note caught his eye.
"The choice is yours"
If he put on the blind fold, then she would reveal herself, if not then the game was over.
Thomas was up for a bit of mystery. He put on the blindfold and tied it around his head, shielding his eyes so he couldn't see anything.
Nicolya walked into the office, and moved slowly forward. She didn't see his head move in any recognition, he cocked his head to the side, so he could listen for noise.
"You're here? Thomas asked.
"Yes," Nicolya replied huskily, deliberately deepening her voice so he wouldn't recognize it.
Thomas sat in his desk chair. Waiting. "So what are we to do?"
"Explore." Nicolya climbed onto his lap. Her knees cradling his hips. Her hands crept up to his face, plunging into his hair, lifting his face, so she could kiss him. Taste him, devour him.
Her hands moved to his shirt and ripped it open, heedless of the buttons, or the expense. Smoothing her hands over his chest, she knelt to kiss him from sternum to his belt buckle. She slipped the buckle through the loop to undo it.
Thomas's hand stopped her. "Slower." Pulling her closer, he moved a hand up to touch her hair. Short, he noted. He itched to rip off the blindfold so he could see this beautiful woman.
His hand molded itself to her breast, she moaned softly, arching her head back in abandon. Nicolya arched into his palm, his grip tightened in strength. He unzipped the front of her leather vest. She was naked underneath for him.
She took his hand and placed it on her breast, "For you." Her breath came in shaky little gasps. She placed her fingers upon his erection and felt it rise beneath her gentle touch.
"Are you hot for me? Do you want to ...." She whispered naughty little words into his ear. Thomas felt his control slip away.
"I want.." his voice grew thicker, he groaned as her hands cupped his sacs, so gently, with such infinite grace. "..to be inside you right now."
Nicolya took Thomas's hand and placed it on her vulnerable warmth, through her soaked silk panties, she was calling to him. "I need you." Her tongue caressed his ear, moving down to his neck, to suck on a vein that throbbed for her kiss.
She unzipped his pants and rolled a condom down his penis. Cupping his sacs gently between her fingers she rolled them. Thomas hissed in agony, and moaned in ecstasy.
Thomas ripped her panties where they were most damp, Nicolya moaned, rolling her hips forward and arching her head back. "Thomas," she called.
She took his penis in her hands and led him to her sweet warmth, where he belonged. As he entered her slowly, she felt an incredible pressure, he was so big. He fit her like a glove, perfection.
She exhaled and relaxed her muscles. Nicolya felt an extraordinary pressure in her belly, as it built and increased, she gathered wind as if sprinting down a hill.
Thomas grabbed her hips and thrust roughly, as he felt his climax approaching, he could feel her inner muscles clenching. He heard her gasps turn into short choppy moans. Her muscles clenched then erupted in a series of violent tremors.
With one free hand, he ripped off his blindfold, and wasn't the least bit surprised to see Nicolya above him. Ever since he'd seen her in class, he'd a different feeling in his gut. A seed of emotion began to bloom in his heart.
Nicolya looked down, as Thomas gave one last thrust, he flew over the edge, following her into chaotic oblivion. He hugged her to him, their naked bodies striving as one to reach a plateau of sheer delight. "Nicolya." Thomas repeated to himself.
He closed his eyes and just let himself float.
Nicolya opened her eyes and looked down at the man who just given her heaven on earth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, believing that for one second they would have a future beyond tonight!
*~*~*~*~*~*
This could be perceived as an ending, if you want more let me know!
Author: Kenora Hazel Saul
Rating: R
Pairing: T/N
A/N: Thomas receives a note to meet his mystery woman in the classroom. Nicolya readies herself for a night that will change her life forever.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nicolya finished writing the note that she would leave in Mr. Anderson's briefcase that would lead him to her.
After class, she waited till he'd turned away to talk to someone. She slipped the note into his briefcase and left the room.
Thomas opened his briefcase to extract his notes on his students, when piece of paper fell out, sliding to the floor.
He bent to pick it up, it read,
Professor,
We met last night, not officially, seemed that way. I like to
watch you in class, such an intrigue. If you want to know who I
am, be in your office tonight at 11:45. I'll be here, waiting
for you, so we can be properly introduced at last.
Your
Secret Admirer
*~*~*~*~*~*
Nicolya nervously twisted her fingers as she waited for the time to slip by.
She watched Thomas enter his office, the blind fold was waiting on his desk. The choice would be his.
Thomas entered his office, a few strategically placed candles were flickering in the light breeze. On his desk lay a silk blindfold, a bold printed note caught his eye.
"The choice is yours"
If he put on the blind fold, then she would reveal herself, if not then the game was over.
Thomas was up for a bit of mystery. He put on the blindfold and tied it around his head, shielding his eyes so he couldn't see anything.
Nicolya walked into the office, and moved slowly forward. She didn't see his head move in any recognition, he cocked his head to the side, so he could listen for noise.
"You're here? Thomas asked.
"Yes," Nicolya replied huskily, deliberately deepening her voice so he wouldn't recognize it.
Thomas sat in his desk chair. Waiting. "So what are we to do?"
"Explore." Nicolya climbed onto his lap. Her knees cradling his hips. Her hands crept up to his face, plunging into his hair, lifting his face, so she could kiss him. Taste him, devour him.
Her hands moved to his shirt and ripped it open, heedless of the buttons, or the expense. Smoothing her hands over his chest, she knelt to kiss him from sternum to his belt buckle. She slipped the buckle through the loop to undo it.
Thomas's hand stopped her. "Slower." Pulling her closer, he moved a hand up to touch her hair. Short, he noted. He itched to rip off the blindfold so he could see this beautiful woman.
His hand molded itself to her breast, she moaned softly, arching her head back in abandon. Nicolya arched into his palm, his grip tightened in strength. He unzipped the front of her leather vest. She was naked underneath for him.
She took his hand and placed it on her breast, "For you." Her breath came in shaky little gasps. She placed her fingers upon his erection and felt it rise beneath her gentle touch.
"Are you hot for me? Do you want to ...." She whispered naughty little words into his ear. Thomas felt his control slip away.
"I want.." his voice grew thicker, he groaned as her hands cupped his sacs, so gently, with such infinite grace. "..to be inside you right now."
Nicolya took Thomas's hand and placed it on her vulnerable warmth, through her soaked silk panties, she was calling to him. "I need you." Her tongue caressed his ear, moving down to his neck, to suck on a vein that throbbed for her kiss.
She unzipped his pants and rolled a condom down his penis. Cupping his sacs gently between her fingers she rolled them. Thomas hissed in agony, and moaned in ecstasy.
Thomas ripped her panties where they were most damp, Nicolya moaned, rolling her hips forward and arching her head back. "Thomas," she called.
She took his penis in her hands and led him to her sweet warmth, where he belonged. As he entered her slowly, she felt an incredible pressure, he was so big. He fit her like a glove, perfection.
She exhaled and relaxed her muscles. Nicolya felt an extraordinary pressure in her belly, as it built and increased, she gathered wind as if sprinting down a hill.
Thomas grabbed her hips and thrust roughly, as he felt his climax approaching, he could feel her inner muscles clenching. He heard her gasps turn into short choppy moans. Her muscles clenched then erupted in a series of violent tremors.
With one free hand, he ripped off his blindfold, and wasn't the least bit surprised to see Nicolya above him. Ever since he'd seen her in class, he'd a different feeling in his gut. A seed of emotion began to bloom in his heart.
Nicolya looked down, as Thomas gave one last thrust, he flew over the edge, following her into chaotic oblivion. He hugged her to him, their naked bodies striving as one to reach a plateau of sheer delight. "Nicolya." Thomas repeated to himself.
He closed his eyes and just let himself float.
Nicolya opened her eyes and looked down at the man who just given her heaven on earth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, believing that for one second they would have a future beyond tonight!
*~*~*~*~*~*
This could be perceived as an ending, if you want more let me know!
