I'm standing in front of the closed door to your office aware that everyone who saw me pass commented on my attire. The students that just left your office certainly noticed as I stepped in and closed the first door. I'm intentionally rather quiet and wait for you to notice that I've closed the second door and stand before you. You look up and smile at me.
I'm wearing a tartan skirt and white button-down blouse that is fitted perfectly to accent my breasts which are barely contained in the black lace push-up bra. You can see the faintest trace of the lace through my shirt which is only barely buttoned above the center of the plunge giving you an ample view of my cleavage. The white knee-high socks and Mary Jane shoes complete the look and make the skirt look even shorter than it is. You take in the view appreciatively, clearly already thinking over what will happen in here soon enough.
"Dr. Porter, I have some questions about the paper you assigned this week," I say.
You gesture to the chair across from your desk. "Have a seat."
I lean over slightly further than necessary as I sit down giving you an eyeful. You are clearly not interested in talking, but I am enjoying teasing you a bit. I fumble through the conversation while finding excuses to lean over or fidget in a way that causes my skirt to slide up some. Eventually, I stand up and head around the desk.
"You know, Dr. Porter, you're an incredibly good-looking man and intelligence really gets me going."
"Duly noted."
I smirk, out of ideas and you know it. You stand up, towering over me, and smile.
"Having fun?"
I grin from ear to ear. "I could be having more fun."
"Interesting."
Without any further delays you kiss me and lift me up onto the desk, stepping between my knees. One of your hands intertwines in my hair, holding my head to the side as you kiss and lightly bite my neck. Your other hand slides up my thigh and under my skirt.