The Professor

She wandered around the university looking for her next class, "something- methods..." she thought to herself wondering where on God's green earth building 'F' could be.  Upon finding her class she was relieved to see that there were still spots available on the front row. You wouldn't call her an ass-kisser but she liked to make eye contact with the professor and sitting in the back was always so distracting. Sally Bimbo twirling her hair here, Jeffrey Jock rubbing his thighs there. Pulling a notebook and pen from her bag she scanned the room to see who she would be spending the next couple of months with. Same group of idiots she had been avoiding in the previous two classes. "Honestly" she thought, "why do they even bother showing up". 1030 on the dot - a handsome middle aged man in a tweed coat walks into the lecture hall from the rear. He had 'Professor' written all over his worn leather bag, loafers, and faded jeans. His dark hair was kept short and just a hint of grey peeked through at his temples. He smelled like old books and aftershave as he walked past her to place his bag on the table. Immediately she felt her cheeks flush and a twinge of warmth between her thighs. She regretted being in the front of the class immediately and wondered if there were any spaces in the back. Flipping around she found that the room had filled up quickly (of course).

The Professor introduced himself briefly and while doing so made eye contact with a select few students around the room. As his eyes came to fall upon her his speech started to slow. His breathing became a bit more noticeable. She couldn't look away. His lips parted and all she noticed was the way he'd wet his lower lip with the tip of his tongue after he'd been speaking for a while. Noted as well were the slow strokes that his forefinger made along the handle of his mug as he looked down at the floor where her feet were crossed at the ankles. Her eyes  traced the strong line of his jaw down along the 'V' of his collared shirt. Just a little hair at the juncture. How could she not close her eyes momentarily and dream about the expanse of his chest against her hands, lips, breasts? Her breath caught -attracting the attention of several around her. She coughed a bit hoping to hide the sound that had just escaped her lips. Of course she had caught his attention as well... his gaze intensified.

He walked over to the table and sat his coffee mug down. He straddled the edge of the small desk addressing the class with a warm yet smug air that read "I'm much smarter than you but I'd still like to invite you back to my office after and tear your clothes off". Maybe she was projecting that last part. As he spoke he rocked gently side to side on the corner of the desk.  Perhaps only noticeable to her secondary to the fact that he was seated directly in front of her and his belt was at her eye-line.  Maybe it had more to do with the way she could not stop thinking about parting her knees and allowing him to crawl between them and nuzzle her tiny, mesh thong to the side with his nose.

Beads of perspiration welled between her breasts as the daydream enshrouded her mind. All of a sudden The Professor stood and thanked the class for attending and excused them. Had an hour passed already? As she put her unused notebook and pen away she could see him gathering his things together.  The class began filing out and being at the front of the class she was now among the last to leave. She could not imagine trying to concentrate for the rest of the semester and began to leave the room with an unrequited feeling of desire. A slight wind ran up the back of her neck making her hair stand on end. As she reached up to quiet the aroused hair follicles The Professor reached for her hand and pulled her back into the room with him!

His lips found hers immediately. Her eyes closed as she was consumed by the feel of his large lower lip between her teeth. He tasted so incredibly good! He traced his lips along her neck now and up to her earlobe. Immediately she wanted more of him. All of him...

To Be Continued...