Chapter 4: The American Professor

I checked the clock for the 20th time during my shift so far, cheering up when I saw there was only an hour and a half until closing.

The bar was packed tonight, given that it was a special occasion. Germany's soccer team was playing Estonia tonight for a spot in the championships, and nearly every inhabitant of our tiny town of Füssen had packed into the bar this evening, to cheer on our team during the game.

The owner of the bar, Karl had stocked the shelves with our most generic beers, slapping premium brand prices on them. I couldn't blame him though, as it was the most business we'd get until the next big event..and God knows those were rare around here. Besides after an hour, customers were already so drunk they could drink piss and not know the difference.

Karl encouraged me to look and act as sexy as possible, handing me a barmaid costume that was two sizes too small, pushing my breasts up and exposing the curves of my thighs, adorned in fishnet stockings and complete with chunky wedges and pleated hair. I was literally an embodiment of a stereotypical German girl but I was not complaining, given the number of tips it made me.

I had already run to the backroom 4 times tonight, just to stuff all my cash tips from my apron into my purse. The other girl working tonight, Seraphina, had left an hour ago and I was solely cashing in on the late-night drunks who often didn't even realize how much money they were actually giving away.

I felt a hand around my waist and a kiss on my cheek. It was just Karl, who was pretty tipsy himself and smiling from ear to ear. "Angelika, good news Germany won! The more games they play in the finals, the more business we make! We almost ran out of alcohol tonight, can you believe it?" He shouted a German victory saying and took another shot, going to join in the celebrations with the patrons.

I smiled, wiping the counter down and exchanging some flirty looks. It was a good night and I felt very proud of our team.

I leaned on the counter, gazing into the crowd of cheering people until my eye caught a man sitting alone at the end of the bar. I had never seen this particular man before, which was definitely strange considering there were only two bars in the village, and plenty of thirsty people. He was a peculiar looking man, and had interesting features that gave him away as a foreigner.

I silently stared at him peering down at a notebook, a half-full beer in his right hand. He was an older man but looked strong and sharp with his intelligent, slightly squinted eyes, tan skin, Roman nose, and soft lips. He had a head full of hair, which grew in a few directions, was sprinkled with a bit of grey, and mostly sloped across his forehead. He was wearing a light blue button-down, with the first few buttons open and exposing salt and pepper chest hair..just the right amount to turn me on.

He had a pretty serious expression on his overall handsome face, no smile or hint of friendliness. He reminded me of a scholar or professor of some kind. I wanted to know what he was reading..what he was thinking.

Putting a warm smile on my face I walked in his direction and leaned on the counter diagonally from him so as to make my presence clear but not intrusive. "You must be an Estonian" I joked.

The man looked up at me, staring directly into my eyes with that stoic expression. "What makes you assume that?" he replied in an American accent, clear as day. His voice had that kind of deep tone that mostly belonged to ex-smokers.

I'd only met three Americans in my entire life, and was excited to have met my fourth on this special night.

"Well, you're sitting all alone instead of celebrating Germany's win" I said, chuckling. I didn't let his cool demeanor and brisk tone scare me off so easily.

He looked at the rowdy though waning crowd, as if realizing he was in a public place for the first time tonight. "Ah, I see. I don't really follow the sport, to be honest."

I nodded, wanting to carry on the conversation just so I could hear his voice more. His tone was so confident and charismatic despite his less than friendly exterior.

"So may I ask sir, what brings you to this tiny German village bar on a coincidentally important night if it is not for the football?"

He looked up at me again, this time giving me a brief once over. "Well, I wanted a beer. And somewhere to write."

"Oh, is that what you've got there? What are you writing about if you don't mind my asking? So far you are the most coherent and sober person I've met tonight" I said, propping my elbows up on the counter and resting my chin in my hands.

His features slightly softened when I inquired about his work and he straightened up a bit. "I'm writing a lecture that I'm presenting as a guest professor tomorrow at the University of Berlin. I've traveled here from America, where I teach at Stanford University."

My eyes widened, mostly in shock at the coincidences of life. "I am a student at the University of Berlin! You know what's strange, in my Financial Economics course tomorrow, we are expecting an American guest lecturer. Professor Lehman, I believe his name is. Apparently, he is a famous and well-respected educator in the United States. Do you happen to know him?"

The man was smiling fully at me now, highlighting the handsomeness of his face even more. He extended his hand out to me- "Professor Lehman. It is a pleasure to meet you."

To Be Continued...

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I arrived the next day at lecture early, finding a seat in the very front row. Professor Lehman was already there, speaking jovially with a few other professors as he set up for the lecture. He was clearly a charming man, the way he made the others smile and laugh. It seemed as though they were holding onto every word that came out of his mouth.

I couldn't help but smile to myself as I watched him. He was so well postured and handsome. I wondered if he'd recognize me when we made eye contact. I certainly looked different from when I was at the bar and was dressed sophisticatedly but still chic, with my hair brushed and loose instead of in those girly braids.

"Angelika? Since when do you sit in the front row. And what are you smiling at?" My friend Irina said, sitting next to me. She tore off a piece of pastry and offered it to me. I smiled and kissed her cheek to greet her.

"Look there, our visiting professor for today."

She took a good look and smiled coyly at me. "He's handsome. You have a little crush, no?"

I blushed and took another piece of her pastry.

"Oh yes, you do. You always liked the older ones" she said, clucking her tongue humorously.

"I met him yesterday, he's so intelligent Rin, and charming too."

"Met him? Where?"

"At that bar, I work at on weekends. I was dressed like a slutty German girl, it was so embarrassing." We both giggled.

"Well, I'm sure he was the one embarrassed. That outfit is hot."

"Yeah, I bet he won't even recognize me without it," I said.

"Hm, well it seems to me like he recognizes you," Irina said.

I immediately turned my head and found Professor Lehman staring at me. We made eye contact instantly and I smiled, waving politely.

He smiled back, but kept his hands in his pockets, looking at both me and Irina. Someone called his attention, and the eye flirting ceased.

"That was weird. He was totally checking the both of us out" I said, nudging Irina.

"Oh come on Angel, that's normal with American men."

"What is?"

"You know, wanting threesomes.." she whispered.

"Oh yeah, and just where did you hear of such information?"

"You remember when I visited New York last year. It's all I was hearing about, threesome this and threesome that. It's a very popular thing there, pretty fun too."

I rolled my eyes. "You're a crazy girl."

"Since when am I wrong about men huh.."

I didn't say anything more but definitely had it on my mind as the lecture started. The auditorium was packed with students, curious to hear from the famous American professor. All I could say was that he surely didn't disappoint. His lecture was riveting and intellectual. He spoke to us almost like colleagues and not just as students.

Amazingly, he had the full attention of the class and made us all laugh with his humorous anecdotes and type furiously to catch every last word of his more serious points. It was simply the best class I had ever sat through and made me believe I could seriously listen to him talk all day long.

He got a round of applause at the end of the class, which spoke volumes coming from usually grumpy German students. "If all American professors are like this, I made a mistake going to school in this country," Irina said, zipping up her bag.

"Hey, there's always graduate school" I reassured her, standing up.

There was a small crowd of students surrounding Professor Lehman with questions, which he accepted graciously and patiently.

"You're going to talk to him?" Irina asked

"We're going to talk to him, come on."

We waited some time until we could have him all to ourselves, as the other students slowly trickled away.

When Professor Lehman saw us, he smiled again, formally reintroducing himself to me and greeting Irina. "Your lecture was brilliant Professor. I enjoyed the graph you compiled of tax rates regarding specific goods and their correlation to income inequality. Eye-opening, really" Irina said, shaking his hand a bit too flirtatiously.

He grinned at the compliment and looked between the two of us again the way he did at the beginning of the lecture. "If that interests you, I actually have a whole database of tax rates on all kinds of goods and services broken down by country. It's fascinating to see the apparent links, and I can show you both if you're free for a bit."

"We'd love to," Irina said before I could open my mouth. As he turned to grab his satchel she winked at me and mouthed something indecipherable.

We walked on either side of him down the narrow cobblestone path to the apartment building he was staying at. He spoke endlessly about everything related to international finance, drilling us with facts and statistics. He was brilliant, but very obviously married to his work. Neither one of us could barely slip in a word.

He opened the door to his temporary place, which was appropriately bare except for some papers and books of course. "Drinks?" he offered, taking a bottle of expensive German liquor out of his fridge. Not even locals could typically afford that kind. "I haven't got cups so we'll have to drink from the bottle."

He gave us that sweepingly charming smile again. I couldn't help but wonder how many students he's acquainted himself with over the years and back in his home country. This whole situation seemed so natural for him like he'd done it a thousand times.

"I'm going to go set up my computer to show you ladies those databases."

"Alright Professor Lehman!" Irina sang.

"Please, call me Vince."

Once he was out of earshot, Irina and I silently laughed together. "He's such a player" I moaned, resting my head on my arms.

"Oh, who cares! He's smart, attractive, and in a position of power. What did you expect him to act like a priest? Of course, he's used to getting laid."

"He's like too smooth. It almost scares me."

"Yea I'll bet his big cock is gonna scare you too," she said, slapping me on the butt. "Irina!" I whispered harshly, but she ignored me, swaggering into the Professor's room.

I downed my glass to loosen up and took a deep breath, following after her.

To be continued...

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Professor Lehman was sitting at a desk in front of his laptop, pointing to various things on this huge excel database he had pulled up. Irina, the little flirt, was behind him leaning down with her arms around his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke.

"Show me tax rates on...women's underwear" she whispered into his ear. He grinned and scrolled through a mess of pages. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched them, getting turned on by the scene.

"Well, it's actually broken down by the material. Nylon, polyester, cotton, silk..satin. The numbers may surprise you actually."

"Speaking of surprise," she said in her Slavic accent. "I want you to guess what kind of panties Angelika and I are wearing right now. Color and everything." She came and sat down next to me on the bed, crossing her legs.

He stood up and approached the two of us, kneeling on the ground. "I don't like games," he said in that deep voice, biting his bottom lip.

"Well if you guess correctly, you get to peek," she said, placing her foot against his chest.

"That's all I get if I guess right. A peek?"

"Maybe more, we'll see," I said, finally participating in this little menage à Trois as I felt the alcohol kicking in.

"I see. Then I guess I will have to start with you princess" Vince said, looking at me with sex in his eyes. "Blue cotton with white polka dots?"

I giggled and shook my head no. "White cotton with red hearts?" I laughed out loud again and shook my head. "I give up" he grunted, grabbing my waist and pushing me down on the bed. He took off my cropped pants, revealing lacy black panties.

"I was very wrong, but I'm not disappointed" he teased, sliding my panties down. He had quite the bravado in him. He was obviously used to fooling around with students.

I gasped as he put his lips to my pussy, rolling my bud with the tip of his tongue before finally diving in for the meal. It was the most erotic sensation I'd ever felt and I grasped the sheets just to try and keep from crying out.

Vince held both my thighs and ate me out with the kind of skill that I'd never seen in a man before, and an older one at that. His tongue was deep inside, while his fingers rubbed against my clit making me drip down my thighs.

Irina, who had taken off her clothes and was touching herself leaned down and kissed me passionately on the lips, rubbing my breasts.

Vince made me cum just from his tongue and finished me with a satisfying lick down my slit. I fell onto my back, amazed at what he just did to my body.

Eyeing Irina, he laid her down on her and spread her legs nice and wide as she watched. He put his tongue on her pussy and rubbed it in with his fingers slowly before holding her in place and sliding his large member into her.

She arched her back from the feeling of the penetration and moaned as Vince slowly filled her pussy, taking himself out a few inches before pushing into the brim again and again. Man, he was really fucking her and it was intoxicatingly slow and sensual. Irina whimpered each time he entered her, and she raked her fingers through his chest hair wanting to feel his warm skin.

Having recovered, I finally rolled onto my side and watched the passionate lovemaking. There was an intensity to it that made me feel like I was floating just by watching. I smoothed Irina's hair from her face and kissed her soft skin from the crook of her neck down to her cute, puffy nipples which I sucked on gently.

The bed creaked underneath us as Professor Lehman fucked Irina's sweet pussy. She sucked on his thumb and he kept whispering to her to cum for him. I fingered myself and half-closed my eyes, kissing all over Irina's little tits.

She moaned as she climaxed and Vince followed closely, shuddering as he came inside her.

He laid on his back with both of us on either side of us. Our legs and arms were entwined as we kissed, touched, and fucked for hours in endless positions. It was the best experience of my life, and I was going to miss my American professor.