Mr. Galih, my Sexy Lecturer!
1. What a Adorable Prologue
The rain has not stopped since this afternoon. Only when the Maghrib subsided a little turned into a drizzle. Seen from the second floor of this house the garden lights began to be lit, and, and not long after I saw the greatness of Ms. Ratna and Tika out the gate carrying a large pink umbrella that was too conspicuous at that sad twilight, the working hours were over.
"Mas, Miss Ratna has gone home like I didn't say goodbye to the mas first huh? Usually he said he wanted to go home." I asked Galih while looking closer to the window glass, making sure that it was indeed Ratna's mom.
Ms. Ratna and her niece Tika are the Household Assistant of the Galih mas family, Ms. Ratna herself has 28 years working in the care of the house and the needs of the Galih mas family in this house. Ms. Ratna has been working since Galih was 7 years old. He experienced taking care of this house since the hostess was still there, namely his grandmother mas Galih. Until after the death of her grandmother, Ratna was assisted by one other ART person who was not fixed, alternating and currently she is assisted by Tika, her nephew. Although an ART, the role of Miss Ratna in the life of Galih is very important. Given that Galih was not taken care of by his father's mother directly. Ms. Ratna was like a mother to Galih.
"Ooh I think Ratna's mom said goodbye to whatsapp. Afraid to disturb he said, thought mas again sleep because from earlier we were quiet up here." Answer the Galih.
"Ooh..." My solute.
Hearing the answer mas Galih, my curiosity about Ms. Ratna was satisfied, I returned to my previous activity of reading novels.
After the death of Ms. Ratna, only me and Galih mas are both in this big house.
Mas Galih suddenly approached me to the sofa and hugged me from behind.
"His work?" ask me to Mas Galih about his job to make a teaching presentation tomorrow.
"Udah, just a conclusion but it's not done". Reply to Galih still hugging me.
Maybe because of heavy rain, cold air, after finishing with the work mas Galih want to stick to the same me who again cool to read the novel on the sofa located in the middle of the room near the window. Maybe also because the atmosphere has begun to dim before dusk. Or maybe the effect of eating satay and goat tongseng this afternoon, so the stomach is hot Galih mas. Makes it a little aggressive.
Mas Galih was still beside me, disturbing me who was cool to sleep on the sofa while reading the Final Chapter of Divortiarenya Ika Natasha. Initially mas Galih was just saying–basi ask me again read what the hell is so serious. I answered that whole thing. He got closer hugging, and smeared my nape, looking for attention.
"Darling...." Bisik mas Galih diterelingaku.
"Mas.... I'm reading again. Responsibility is the final chapter. I wonder the ending." I protested spoiled tell him to leave, and I'll come back.
Instead of stopping but becoming more and more, Galih increasingly aggressively turned my body to face him, removed his glasses and then began****** my lips, initially slowly but deeply. I'm out of breath. I lightly thrashed for release, but Galih said, she let go of her kiss and then looked at me with a ignorant smile. I responded by glaring at the eyes with a pampered fierce face.
"Here, manjain mas first, just continue reading the novel!" said mas Galih while pointing his chin to tell me to come closer to his embrace.
I don't know exactly what it means to "manjain" mas first, but I understand there's no way I can continue reading if the vibes have been like this. Mas Galih will be more aggressive if I do not fulfill his will. So I said, getting closer to his lap, before long Galih immediately pulled me closer and re-picked my lips, slowly but demanding, his tongue forced me to open my mouth and play.
Not enough until there, when he received the signal I began to open myself, one hand holding the nape, the other slowly guerrilla from under the blouse fingered the abdomen, continued to rise to the top, towards my sensitive part.
"Emh.." I can't handle it. One moan escaped from my mouth as Galih's mas started squeezing my chest. And it looks like it's becoming a trigger for the atmosphere to get hotter.
The rabaan hand of Galih on my twin mountain began to turn into soft squeezes. The kiss goes from the lips to the neck and back to the lips. “Ahhh... mas!” another moan escaped from my mouth. I'm totally lost my mind. My concentration was gone because I thought about the pleasure I felt as a result of the Galih squeeze. Mas Galih is not usually this aggressive. It's usually just a friendly kiss that ends in a warm hug, but this time it looks like it's going to end up in a much different way than usual.
Without me recalling any further, suddenly my blouse was released, and the upper part of my body was plain before the Galih mas. She looked at me for a moment and called me in her sexy voice, "My dear...Rani's".
His gaze was as meaningful as ascertaining whether he could go further?. Without a doubt I got up to sit on the lap of Galih mas and immediately clenched his lips in the spirit of giving him an implied sign to continue. If you know, it's been hundreds or maybe even thousands of times I imagined this mas. Can make out with you. Even in my dreams it's not as beautiful and hot as this.
Considering that 5 months ago we were still nobody, I was even still a snot student who admired you from afar, who would have thought this scene could happen.
Akkkh... Thinking about it makes me crazy. Is this really Galih? Mas Galih the sexy lecturer loves my heart? Which I could usually only look at from afar with great admiration. Mas Galih who made me lemes just by hearing the sound and seeing the movement of his hands when explaining the lecture material. Mas Galih who made my heart want to explode just because it appeared unexpectedly in the cafeteria, in the hallway between classes, in the campus lobby, or in the parking lot. Mas Galih who almost every day so my ingredients with friends. Mas Galih.... Um... So the protagonist in my hot dreams. Aaaakhwww.... I screamed in my heart. Who would have thought I was in her lap, fondled, wanted like I was the most beautiful and precious creature in the world.