First Day

Isadora

I looked around the box, seeing everyone having fun, including my friends, and a feeling of genuine joy spread across my face. It was the first time I was traveling with friends and truly immersing myself in the carnival atmosphere. As the loud beats emanated from the trio elétrico, I heard a shout above the noise.

"Isadora!" My friend Jennifer's voice stood out.

I went towards her to hear better, and she nodded towards where I should look. I followed her gaze and couldn't believe what I saw.

"Professor Lucchese!?" My voice betrayed how surprised I was.

"It's hard to believe even seeing with my own eyes," she confirmed what I was thinking.

We shared a silly smile, completely captured by the situation. Lucchese is one of our professors at the University. Economics classes became much more interesting after he took over the class, and I didn't miss any of them.

I continued to admire the man across the box, tempted to take action. However, our attention was diverted by our other friends, who joined us, handing out drinks and pulling us into the party.

We are all from the same small town in the countryside of Bahia and also study together at the same University. We decided that this year we would enjoy the carnival in Salvador as a group, including me, my best friend Jennifer, Johnny, and Benny. It's the first day of the party, and we're very excited about the contagious atmosphere of the celebration.

I looked towards the professor again and saw Lucchese's green eyes fixed on me. He always smiles in a way that stirs something within me and manages to make my legs tremble. It was strange to imagine the serious and straight-laced college professor there, at the Salvador carnival.

As I danced and had fun with my friends, I continued to search for the professor with my gaze, trying to maintain eye contact and convey the message of my interest in him. Every time our eyes met, a new emotion spread through me, filling me with anxiety and excitement. I knew exactly what that meant, but finding the courage to deal with it was a challenge in itself.

Lucchese is a breathtaking man, and I was afraid he might notice how much just looking at him was affecting me. Besides being tall and having a handsome body, his smile would make any woman fall in love with him, regardless of all his beauty.

He's dark-skinned, but with green eyes and black hair, a combination that stirs any sexually active woman, especially me, who spent practically every class hour drooling over him. While he seemed quite relaxed just enjoying the crowd, a drink in his hands, I was full of sinful thoughts and couldn't take my eyes off that wonderfully sinfully sculpted male specimen.

I assessed my chances and decided that nothing ventured, nothing gained. We're not at university. Here he's not my professor, and I'm not his student. I'm also fully aware of my beauty, and what I lack in flirting experience, I am for in willingness. I began to stare at my professor at every possible opportunity, trying to convey the message that I was very interested in getting to know him better. Much better.

I glanced away from my professor, who up to that point had done nothing to encourage me, and only then saw that Jennifer was kissing Benny passionately. We were all leaning against the railing at the front of the box, and they were putting on a show with their hot kisses, full of tongue and Benny's hands were roaming uncontrollably over Jennifer's body. We've been studying together for almost two years, and they have never shown any feelings for each other before. It seems that has changed, and now I would be left out, as Johnny was also in a romantic mood with a girl right beside me.

I looked for Professor Lucchese with my eyes again but didn't find him this time. I looked everywhere and feared he might have found someone else to have fun with.

I was starting to feel discouraged on that first day of carnival when I felt someone hugging me from behind, and I tensed up immediately. Despite having had several drinks, I didn't feel comfortable being with just anyone who approached me. Certainly not someone who approached me in that manner.

I tried to look back to see the face of the man hugging me so intimately, and the scent that emanated from him filled me with hope. I recognized it as the same fragrance worn by Professor Lucchese, but I couldn't see his face as he simply held my head, preventing me from turning it.

"I thought about squirming when he pressed his mouth against my ear, about to say something, and just the sensation of his lips against the lobe of my ear was enough to send shivers down my spine.

“Are you enjoying the party?” He asked.

It was impossible to contain my excitement when I realized that this was my favorite professor. I immediately recognized that sensual voice, which always gave me an inner buzz just listening to him lecture at the university.

“Lucchese?”

“Who else?”

I could barely believe it when he began to pepper kisses along my neck, even before I could recover from the surprise. But soon sensations overwhelmed me, and I let myself be carried away by them. His kisses turned into gentle sucks on my earlobe, leaving me completely surrendered to desire easily.

As much as I'd wanted exactly that, it was hard to believe that that hot man, kissing me so provocatively in the middle of a carnival party, was the same serious and demanding Professor Lucchese from the university. He's driving me crazy with arousal amid so many people and I can't think of telling him to stop.

“I can't resist you anymore.” He spoke, while his mouth kept kissing me.

Soon his kisses turned into gentle sucking and nibbling. I wasn't sure if I was just dreaming because it was too good to be true. Still, I continued to enjoy that moment, sensations spreading throughout my body.

Lucchese kissed my neck again while keeping my back to him and then slid his hands around my waist, squeezed it, and began to discreetly rub a majestic bulge in my ass, making me anxious to touch it and find out if the size matched what I was feeling.

His hands descended from my waist, sliding over my hips and reaching the bottom of my summer dress, then moving back up, but this time underneath the fabric. I felt it when one of his hands moved across the front of my body, stopping right above my pelvis, making me tremble with excitement. Yet, at the same time, I glanced around, trying to feign a calmness that was far from what I was feeling.

The hand that was on my pelvis moved my panties aside and soon one of his fingers was penetrating my pussy, which was already wet with desire, while another began to play with my clitoris and I ended up letting out a low moan.

“Ahhhh…” I moaned, unable to control myself.

I pressed myself even closer to the safety railing and tried to keep my eyes open, but every movement of his fingers in my pussy turned that simple task into something very complicated.

“Delicious.... You're wet…”

“People might see us, Professor” I tried to use some common sense, while his finger moved in and out of me, making me drenched with the gigantic horniness of the situation.

“It's dark, and no one is looking at us.”

He continued to masturbate me right there, The people around us and I opened my eyes that I had just closed without even realizing it, and I saw that no one was looking at us, each person focused on their enjoyment.

“I... I'm going to…” I couldn't continue the sentence, the climax hitting me hard and leaving me delirious with desire.

“You're delicious.” Matteo spoke in my ear again, and I held onto him because my legs were weak from the orgasm he had just given me.

He took his fingers out of my pussy and ran them down my leg, as if to clean up the liquids I had spilled, then put my panties back on.

I spun within his arms, facing him, and looked at him admiringly, incredulity washing over me again, but I didn't let go of his embrace.

“You're crazy.” I said with a smile, still holding onto him.

“I'm crazy, darling. Crazy for you.”