M was walking quickly. She wanted to get to his office just as his lunch started, not too early and not too late, so the timing was perfect. She wrapped her spring sweater with one hand and carried the lunch bag in the other, using her shoulder to open the door and giving a little wave with a few fingers as she went up the stairs. She got to the top of the stairs just as he stepped out of his office and turned to lock the door behind him.
"Hey!" She stepped in front of him and handed him the lunch bag.
"Don't get excited, I didn't make it and I probably ordered wrong. But I was too excited to surprise you for lunch that I figured it didn't really matter." He smiled, she was talking too fast and was clearly very happy to see him.
"It's great. Want to eat outside?" She reached up to fix his collar and brush off his shoulders gently, before putting her hands on them and biting her lip:
"Nope. Let's eat in your office."
He unlocked the door and sat in one of the seats reserved for visitors. She leaned up against his desk and watched him start eating.
"So how was the morning?"
"The usual" he replied. "Parents freaking out, kids freaking out, coworkers not wanting to be here." He didn't seem flustered, just appreciative of the hour break. M threw her sweater onto the chair and stretched her arms behind her to support her on his desk. While he had been working this morning, she was plugging through the last few of her classes. Graduation was around the corner and she was ready to be done, ready to move in with him, and start their next chapter.
"How about you? Morning classes ok?"
"Fine. Same thing: classmates freaking out about finals because they don't pay attention in class and don't do the work."
He laughed at her and said "not everyone can focus on their work like you can smarty pants. Sometimes there are other things in the room to look at... Nice shirt by the way."
She blushed: he had noticed she wore her tightest shirt to compliment the short skirt she had on. She said she liked how confident she felt wearing them, but he knew she also liked the attention of ogling classmates who were busy contemplating the size of her nipples and how frequently she had them sucked.
"Thanks for the sandwich. It was better than whatever I would have gotten." M pushed herself back onto his desk so she was sitting on the edge, next to his figurines and pictures.
"You're perching," he commented.
"I am," she replied. "Is that a problem?"
"What are you perching for?"
"Well, I was noticing that your desk seriously lacks pictures of me, and I was wondering what I would look like on it." She tipped her head back slightly so her hair fell down her back and she started to open her legs. Now that he was standing, he realized that sweater was covering up her lack of a bra and hid her perfect ass as she tried to move around campus quickly earlier. Now, he could see her nipples through her paper thin shirt and her skirt had rode up enough for him to see the obvious lack of underwear. She giggled.
