The Man Across the Hall

 

A week passed after the unspoken of moment and Sari went through the stages of…grief.  Okay, not really grief, but she was certainly feeling the stages of, well, lust she guessed.  First, there was confusion: ‘What the hell just happened?’

Then, there was anger: ‘Who the hell does he think he is? What kind of sick game of this?’

But unlike grief, there were only three stages, the final one being lust.  No matter this mind-fuck that was happening, it made Sari feel nervous and exhilarated.  Every moment of unabashed eye-contact made with Mr. Lewis in the hall, each moment she found herself alone wondering if he would show up…she was almost embarrassed to admit how wet it made her just thinking about it.

One Thursday afternoon, Sari did find herself alone, but preoccupied.  Her students were being monitored in the library and she needed to go collect them soon.  Sighing to herself, she stood up at her desk and made her way out the door.  She walked out of the building where her classroom was, made her way across the campus, and opened the door to the secluded hallway.

She made it about halfway down the hallway when she was pulled backwards by her wrist.  The words, “What the fuck” were barely able to cross her lips before they were smothered by another set on hers.  Sari opened her eyes and made out the form a very tall, muscular man.  However, Sari was not one for surprises, so she swiftly she pushed him against the back wall.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to pull,” she barked, Southern accent ablaze, “but my students are quite literally in the room at the end of this hallway!”

“That doesn’t give us much time, does it?” Mr. Lewis said tauntingly, his piercing eyes clouded with lust.  Before Sari could protest, he pushed himself from the back wall and hungrily kissed her again, positioning his body so that her back was to the wall instead.

Sari wasn’t sure what brought on this more direct approach, but she didn’t care! He was an ass, a devious man who just took whatever he wanted…but his lips were passionately enveloping hers, his tongue was moving inside her mouth like he wanted to fuck her with his tongue, his hands were running up and down her body, fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then hands running through her hair, and it was so amazing…

…Especially when surprised her further by grabbing her ass in such a way that actually foisted her up off the ground.

As if pre-planned, Sari wrapped her leg around his waist, the hold on her butt supporting her, his grab so primal and arousing.

They continued in this manner for a bit longer, until without a word, Mr. Lewis dropped Sari’s leg and moved those hands to the front of her jeans.  He hastened to unsnap the buttons as he moved from her lips to kiss and nibble on her neck.

“Oh God…we should…stop…we should,” Sari moaned.  This was so wrong- what if her students heard? Or anyone else for that matter? “Oh God, stop.”

Mr. Lewis ignored the moans of protest, kissing the hollow of her neck and near her ear.  His fingers slid under her panties and wasted no time finding her wet center.

“I said…I said stop,” she still protested, feeling her hips buck against his fingers.

“I heard what you said,” he muttered into her neck, fingers’ rhythm uneven, his thumb tracing over her clit.

That elicited a gasp from Sari.  He kept rubbing her clit with his thumb, fucking her with his fingers, and she rode his fingers, feeling so fucking good, wanting to feel him inside her…

And just like that, he stopped.  She was getting so close to coming, to coming hard and feeling her body tingle with orgasm, but he stopped.  “Why did you stop?” she nearly cried.

He stood up tall, his smirk fully formed.  “Just to watch you squirm.”

Sari wanted to bitch-slap him and she was just about to, when she realized that his erection gave him away.  She wanted him to feel as equally frustrated, so she said, “Is that right? Well, how’s THIS for squirming?”

Mr. Lewis was a big man, but Sari caught him off-guard by quickly unsnapping the top of his jeans and reaching her hand right down his pants.  She felt a huge, throbbing erection and knew that she finally had the upper hand.  She was feeling confident and looked him right in the eye.  This time, it was Mr. Lewis who had difficulty maintaining eye-contact.

She felt it strange that he didn’t fight her; she had been convinced that he would.  Taking his member in her hand best that she could in his now-tight jeans, she wrapped her whole hand around it, her fingers almost not meeting at the end.

Sari wanted to faint; he was huge! Wordlessly now, she maneuvered her hand up and down, using the flat palm of her hand to move over the head.  Mr. Lewis moaned slightly; finally, Sari had him! She moved her hand up and down at her own pace, speeding up for a little, then slowing down.  She guessed this was too much for him, whether it was the pleasure or relinquishing control, she wasn’t sure. 

But without warning, Mr. Lewis pulled her hands half gently half roughly out of his pants.  He pushed Sari’s back against the wall.  But then, he waited.

Sari was almost sure that he was going to fuck her right there in the hallway.  He looked like he was considering pulling his cock out of his pants, bending her over the nearby railing, and going to town on her.  But, the look on his face was thoughtful.

Surprisingly, he zipped up his pants.  Then, he made for the door.

Sari stood stunned for a moment.  Time was fucking with her mind and she didn’t know what move to make next.  Just before Mr. Lewis opened the door to walk back across campus, she said, “Let me guess: that’s all for now, right?”

Mr. Lewis turned around and stared intently at her, his now-trademark smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.  “A preview, if you’re so inclined,” he stated smoothly.  “Besides, don’t you have to pick up your students?”

‘Holy shit, the students!’ Sari panicked to herself, but did her best to maintain a cool face.  “Then I guess this is goodbye for now,” she said, her vagina still moist from where he had barbarically taken her with his fingers.

Mr. Lewis bowed his head.  “For now.”