It all started the day I got the phone call from the university I wanted to transfer to got had an opening mid semester, I arrived late on a rainy day and had class right away. I dumped my bags in my dorm room and headed straight over to my first class with Professor McDonald the head of the art department who was teaching the class about compositions and colours. I was drenched from the rain when I ran in to class with a black parka on with low-rise jeans and white ripped tank top and no underwear on which left nothing to the imagination, my hair started to curl with the wetness although a bit messed looked not to bad.
I handed him my transfer slip just before he was about to give me into trouble for being late, that's when he got the phone call, which looked to be a disturbing one at that and excused himself from the studio to his office to continue his conversation.
When he returned he looked upset, not his usual composed self and had forgotten completely to yell at me. All the class continued with their compositions but it appeared to me that he was looking more and more unhinged as the minutes past.
'Continue with your composition I shall be back in a little while' he said and he walked back into his office closing the door behind him.
I took a seat at an empty canvas and easel, I removed my coat and sat waiting on his return for instructions. When he hadn't returned I decided to go and check on him being that he looked so upset, just to make sure nothing was too untoward after his strange phone call also trying to get myself off the hook for being late.
#Let me tell you about Professor McDonald before we continue into the events that are about to unfold, he is around fifty but boy does he look good, if you didn't know you would think he was maybe forty, he is around 6 foot, well built, muscles, just a touch of grey in the sides of his black hair, piercing blue eyes, well groomed and impeccable taste in clothes, women, food, art, gifts and cars. #
I knocked on his office door with no reply I opened the door slowly and quietly to see Professor McDonald quietly sobbing on the couch in the corner of his office, I walked in cautiously.
'Sir, are you okay?' I said calmly as I approach with caution.
He looked up at me with a deer in the headlights look of not only being caught crying but by one of his new younger students. He jumped up and hurried over to close the door behind me, but stumbled on a red and black persian rug in the process and pushed me against the door closing it and pining me in-between. His arms at my shoulders pushed on the door with me held in-between, I froze not sure of what to do.
His face was only inches from mine, I felt his breath on my face, the minty coolness of his breath, and I looked up at him with uncertainty and wanting. We stood like this for what felt like an hour but was possible more like five minutes, just as I am was about to say something he leaned down kissing me in the most passionate way I have ever been kissed. His hands moved from the door to my shoulders and my back as they started to tremble he reaches down to the waistband of my low-rise jeans, his hands roamed furiously over my ass as he grabed my ass and lifted me up, automatically I wrapped my long toned legs around him, I can feel hard throbbing cock pressed against the crotch of my jeans as he grinded against me pushing me hard on the steel cold door.
My hands were running through his hair as we kiss so passionately, he shoved his tongue in my mouth, our tongues danced together, tasting mint and coffee as they do. I started unbuttoning his black shirt as I am getting into the atmosphere of what happened, he suddenly broke the lip lock session and headed south, reaching my heaving chest he pulled my t-shirt off and started to tease my already erect nipples, twirling his tongue around the pale pink of my areolas, sucking on my nipple and even nibbling on them ever so gently, as I start to moan he realises who he is with and pulled away from my breasts, letting go of my ass as he has to figured out what he had just done.
He backed away from me, leaving me leaning against the door breathing heavy, covering my breasts with my arm as I picked up my tank top and fixing my lip-gloss, he spoke so quietly.
'I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm sorry, so sorry.' he said repeated only those four words over and over again.
He sat on the couch that he was just sobbing on fifteen minutes previous to what had just happened. I stood up and walked towards him stopping to fix the crumpled up persian rug he had stumbled over making sure nothing was out of place incase anyone were to walk in. I stood in front of him my crotch at his face level, I looked down at him waiting for an explanation for what had just happened.
He looked at my crotch then looked up at me and asked me to sit next to him on the brown leather couch, I do as he asked and sat beside him facing him with my legs folded under my butt and my hands on my lap. He turned to me and placed his hand atop mine,
'What we have just done was a mistake and was inappropriate, it was my fault Lexi not yours, I was swept up in my emotions and you came into my office with your sweet smiling face to check on me' He said as he tried to reassure me and himself I suspect.
He went onto rub my hand and then rested his hand on my thigh.
'What was the phone call was about sir?' I asked him innocently.
'Call me Andrew', he looked at me with a sadness in his eyes.
'My daughter has been rushed into hospital because she lost her baby whilst she was on holiday to Canada.' he sighed with teary eyes.
By this time all I could hear was the rain battering on the window as he was now stroking my thigh, my eyes glazed over and I went into my mind thinking 'what he is going to do next and how could he do that when thinking about his daughter?' But the next thing I knew there's a knock at the door before anything else can happen The Dean of the university entered.
I had never seen Professor McDonald move so quickly to get away from me in all the time I had been at the university as he did at that moment The Dean came into his office. The Dean asked me to leave so she could talk to Professor McDonald, so I got up from the sofa and left them to it.
#Let me give you a little description of The Dean she is in her mid forties, a good looking woman for her age, she has light blonde hair, about 5'5 in height, medium build, I'd say she's maybe 38B, and did I mention the Professor McDonald and The Dean are married? Didn't think I did. As you have probably guessed they have a daughter of 21 together Anna, we went to high school together not that we were ever friends though. The Dean couldn't even tell her husband about their daughter face to face she had to phone him, which lead to the events between him and I. Not a great marriage I would say.#
As I walk out his office everyone looked up at me, have you ever wondered what its like for everyone to be staring at you? Well I now know.
I went over to where I was sitting and started on my composition, just at the moment The Dean stormed out of Professor McDonald office red in the face stared at me, then Professor McDonald came out looking quiet smug about something or another.
He then went on to say 'class is over for today everyone leave immediately, except for you Lexi' pointing at me. *I go red in the face* as everyone goes 'Ohh the new girls in trouble, Lexi's in trouble' then I was alone with Professor McDonald.
I was still sat at my workspace waiting on what the Professor was going to say or even do, as I thought this he walked to the studio door and locked it, placing the key in the left hand pocket of his tight jeans. He went into the wardrobe cupboard where all the outfits were kept for when we had to sketch live models, and I wondered what the hell is going on?! He reappeared some ten minutes later with a little black dress and a pair of six inch dominatrix black patent shoes; I furrowed my brow not knowing what he was expecting from me and that outfit. He motioned for me to follow him into his office I followed him warily inside, by this time he has placed the dress and shoes on the leather couch.
'Get changed into the dress and shoes now Lexi!' he commanded.
I didn't know whether it was shock or fright maybe even a little submission on my part but I did as I was told for the first time in my life.
He left me in his office to change, I removed my hot pink doc martin boots first, then my tank top, I pulled the tight material of the dress over my milky white 36C breasts and blush coloured erect nipples, it stretched over them looking like the dress was painted on my body, then I pulled it down to the top of my jeans, unbuttoned those and slid them down over my toned thighs they hit the floor with a thud, finally I pulled the dress down under my ass cheeks the dress just covered them.
'What a day not to wear any underwear' I thought.
As I was about to walk out I remember the shoes and went back for them, I pulled them on and buckled the three straps to the buckles on each shoe, I teetered out to the Professor, as I don't normally wear high heels, he was sitting at his desk across the room.
I stopped as I saw him looking up from his book he had been reading while I changed. He got up and walked over to a red velvet chaise long and said 'Sit there Lexi and I'll change your position in a moment'.
He motioned me to sit for him, I nodded and done as I was asked not wanting to upset anything after all I was late and he wanted to paint me. I sat down and he hurried over to a covered canvas that was placed on an easel in the corner of the room, slowly he pulled the dust sheet from it, he had already painted the chaise and was just waiting on the right muse to finish the painting. I guess I was that muse.
I pulled the dress down trying to keep everything covered and my modesty in tact since after all it was my first day. He came back over to me and positioned me the way he would like me to lay, by this point my bald pussy was out on show as he had placed one leg over the side of the chaise and the other dangling over the edge. My head was on a white leather pillow and my left arm placed under my left breast with the left hand placed gently atop my right breast whilst my right arm was draped falling off the chaise and onto the floor.
As I laid there I started to wonder if this was how university professors normally do business and I asked Professor McDonald.
'I don't think this is appropriate Professor McDonald, shouldn't you have a model or something for this?'
