Public Blowjob while swimming in the sea

The sun was blazing high in the Italian sky, its rays dancing upon the shimmering azure waters of the Mediterranean. On a secluded beach, untouched by the tourist masses, an intriguing couple had found their private paradise. She was the professor, a bewitching enchantress of the academic world, known for her encyclopedic knowledge and exotic appeal. He, a lanky, bespectacled nerd with a voracious appetite for her wisdom and womanly charms.

As the waves gently lapped at their feet, the professor, clad in a plunging one-piece swimsuit that accentuated her bountiful curves, decided it was time for a magical lesson. She looked at her eager pupil with a coy smile. “Today, my dear student, I shall teach you the art of aquatic intoxication,” she purred, her voice as smooth as the sea breeze.

The nerd, his eyes bulging comically behind his thick lenses, gulped hard, his Adam’s apple bobbling like a cork in the water. “But professor,” he stammered, “we’re in public. What if someone sees?”

The professor chuckled, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Oh, my sweet student, this is precisely the allure. To be caught in the throes of passion, to risk discovery, to embrace the forbidden… this is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”

He nodded, his brain struggling to process the kinky curriculum laid before him. The professor began to wade deeper into the sea, her swimsuit clinging to her luscious body like a second skin. The nerd followed, his swim trunks straining against his growing excitement.

As they ventured further from the shore, the water eventually reached her chest, the waves gently caressing her breasts with each passing swell. The cool saltwater seemed to awaken her nipples, causing them to strain against the thin fabric of her swimsuit.

“Now,” the professor began, her voice husky with desire, “I want you to pleasure me as we swim. Take your time, savor every moment, and let the sea be our accomplice.”

The nerd nodded eagerly, his hands trembling as he reached out to cup her breasts. He marveled at their weight, their softness, the way they filled his palms like ripe fruits. The professor let out a soft moan, her head tilting back as he began to massage and knead her ample flesh.

Emboldened by her reaction, the nerd leaned in and planted his lips on her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her salty skin. His hands slid lower, hooking under the straps of her swimsuit. With a swift tug, he pulled the fabric down, revealing her ripe, honeydew-sized breasts to the sunlight.

The professor gasped as the cool sea air hit her bare flesh, her nipples stiffening into hard, pink nubs. The nerd wasted no time, capturing one of the erect buds between his lips and suckling hungrily. He rolled his tongue around it, reveling in the sweet taste of salt and skin.

As he worshipped her breasts, the professor’s hands began to wander, one slipping beneath the surface of the water to stroke his hardened length through his trunks. The nerd’s hips bucked involuntarily at her touch, desire coursing through his veins like wildfire.

“Enough foreplay,” the professor purred, her voice dripping with need. “I want you to fuck me, right here in the open sea.”

The nerd needed no further encouragement. He quickly shed his trunks, his erection springing free like a diver from a high board. The professor wrapped her legs around his waist, her hot, throbbing core pressing against his manhood.

With a groan of pure lust, the nerd thrust into her, the heat of her insides a stark contrast to the cool water surrounding them. They moved in a primal dance, their bodies undulating in time with the waves, their moans and groans mingling with the cries of the seagulls overhead.

The nerd’s hands gripped her breasts, squeezing and kneading the supple mounds as he pounded into her. The professor met each thrust with her hips, her nails digging into his back, their flesh slapping against the water.

As their passion reached its fever pitch, the professor could feel her climax building, threatening to consume her. She knew her student was not far behind, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, her voice ragged with need. “I’m so close, so close…”

The nerd gritted his teeth, his hips slamming into hers with a near feral intensity. The professor’s inner muscles clenched around him, milking his shaft with each passing second. With a cry that was half-moan, half-scream, she came undone, his name on her lips like a prayer.

Feeling her tighten around him pushed the nerd over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he spilled himself inside her, his seed mixing with the saltwater that lapped at their joined bodies.

They remained locked together for a long moment, their chests heaving, their hearts pounding in unison. As the aftershocks of their passion slowly ebbed, they became aware of the world around them once more – the gentle lapping of the waves, the faint cries of the seagulls, the distant hum of a passing boat.

The professor smiled secretly to herself, pleased with her student’s progress. He had taken to his aquatic lessons with impressive enthusiasm and skill. She knew that she would have to devise even more intricate and stimulating assignments to keep him engaged and eager to learn.

As they made their way back to the shore, their bodies still tingling with the afterglow of their passion, the professor couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer eroticism of their tryst. To make love in the open sea, to risk discovery at any moment, to embrace the forbidden and the taboo – this was the ultimate thrill, the ultimate aphrodisiac.

The nerd, for his part, felt a newfound confidence and desire burning within him. He knew that he would gladly attend every one of the professor’s unconventional lessons, to learn the art of pleasure in every possible setting and circumstance. For in the presence of this enchanting siren, he was eager to explore the depths of his own desires, whatever they may be.

And so, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the world in a hazy, romantic glow, the couple made their way across the sand, their bodies glistening with salt and sweat, their hearts pounding with the thrill of the forbidden. They knew that their secret would remain just that – a passionate tango on the edge of propriety, a salty kiss in the open sea, a memory that would haunt their dreams and fuel their fantasies for years to come.

As they disappeared into the warm Italian evening, the sound of their laughter and the whispers of their secret trysts melded with the gentle lapping of the waves, a testament to the power of forbidden desire and the unquenchable thirst for knowledge – of the flesh and of the mind.