The woman, probably in her early thirties, dressed in a revealing sheer toga brazenly stopped Chase and started to stroke his erection. "Hey, don't ru...h off, how about a little fun for me?" she said with a drunken smile."Ah, sorry, maybe some other time. I've got to meet my wife." Chase stammered wanting to get away from the woman. But she only stroked his cock more firmly, and Chase's knees almost buckled. "Ah fuck, that feels so fucking good. But I gotta go..." You gotta go huh?" The woman. Tuesday evenings were comedy movie night. They played classic comedy movies from “Sister Act” and “Animal House” through Charlie Chaplin’s “The Dictator.” We never knew what was playing until we showed up. Every movie there was someone from the theater department faculty available to lead discussions if appropriate. Mostly there were no discussions, just laughter and letting off steam with good clean fun. We had been told that tonight’s faculty rep would be the Dean. The house was packed. When. He started to kiss at her ankles, moving up her legs. With every kiss her spine gave a shiver of pleasure, sending her closer and closer to what she wanted, what she needed. He kissed up her thigh and then he was inches away from her wet sex. He could smell the musk of her and longed for the taste of her. He brought his hands up and parted her lips with one hand while the other ran small circles around her opening. He heard her moan and felt the muscles tense for a second in her legs. He wanted. She didn't say anything but whenever he tried to do something he shouldn't she blocked his arm. That must have emboldened him though for the next week he approached her again, after he had sent her a nice card supposedly from one friend to another. It complimented her appearance and reminded her in a subtle way of how his hands had felt during the massages.This time she immediately said no but later after she got home she was relaxing and he came to her mind. She thought it would be nice to.