She has shoulder length black hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a short, tight red dress that barely covered her 4’9, 95lb body. The outfit...spectacularly showed-off her B-cup breasts. What she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. Seeing that on her didn’t send me into shock, it got me thinking about a Saturday night 24 years earlier.It was 1986 and I just turned16-years-old. I was the average high school k**. Played football. Got good grades. Around that time I also started. “Well then I’d miss seeing you flash me your cute little panties during my lecture,” he smirked.“I guess we’ll have to come up with a plan then. Maybe we should meet up next week after class again?” Meghan asked seductively.“Actually, I don’t know…” he said as the mood suddenly shifted.Meghan got nervous butterflies in her stomach. Did I do something wrong? She began to worry.“Look Meghan,” Professor Daniels started, sounding more serious, “It’s tempting, but we can’t do that again. I thought. As she sat down he retrieved a wash cloth and began to wash her body clean of all their juices, their sweet, and any thing else on her body. He was very delicate in his ministrations that she thought that he wasn't even touching her at times. But, when he was done, she had never felt so clean or refreshed as she did right then.When he was done with her, he quickly stood up and started to shower. She just sat on the bench and watched this glorious man clean himself. And he was not as gentle with. The bulge turned out to be right between her legs, she began moaning, pressing even tighter. I felt her body get tense, longing for caress. It was wet between her legs. I was moving my dick to and fro there. It was amazing, even though she was still wearing her panties. She took a deep breath and put her head on my shoulder. Her long curly hair was tickling my back, I was kissing it, burying my face in it. I reached her ear and began fondling it with my tongue. She stepped away and started.