Sitting naked in front of a room of strangers was suddenly making me very self-conscious. Yet, I also wouldn’t ditch either. I was a man of my word....I felt even more awkward when the professor, an incredibly attractive woman looking to be in her early thirties came back stage. She was wearing a black skirt and pantyhose with open-toed heels, which allowed me to see her red painted toenails through the nylon. My fetish was tits and legs, especially legs in nylons, and my cock did what it always. She wondered after the surge of her want abated slightly. She did not know he was standing that close to her the entire time. Maybe he had not been that close. He could have been in another room, or across the room watching her. But, how could he be so quiet? With the blind fold on, she was trying to hear everything. Any little creak of his footstep on the floor, his breathing or a brushing of his hand against a wall. She could hear nothing but the birds outside or an occasional car. She came into the living room going to the door, when I grabbed her, I pushed her between the shoulders, forcing her to bend at the waist over the back of the couch. She moved her legs apart to keep her balance. She feels my fingers between her legs again, stroking her. My hand withdrew, and she heard the rustling of clothing being removed, she feels my cock at the opening to her pussy, and with one sudden shove, I pushed into her again. She screamed, unprepared for the suddenness of my. I'd worried about how this might seem, but it all went swimmingly. I shook her dad's hand firmly, laughed politely at his bland dad joke, and her mother kissed my cheek goodnight, saying she couldn't wait to see me again at the party next week. Then I drove us home and was surprised how handsy Jessica was on the drive home. I almost considered pulling over somewhere, but this was a wealthy neighborhood and I didn't want to get caught fucking her in my car in someone's security camera. Then.