An afternoon in June
It was a normal sunny Thursday afternoon in the middle of June. The weather was warm and pleasant and he had decided to arrange to collect his file of work from uni which was left to be moderated when he had finished his adult learning course what seemed like an age ago back in March. The college was just a short walk away in the glorious sunshine and he effortlessly absorbed every short moment of it, savouring it accompanied by chilled out music from his headphones. His playlist was tailored to suit the summer vibe perfectly.
He arrived after the all too brief walk feeling refreshed and checked in at reception. He was instructed to wait whilst his tutor was notified. He drifted over to some seating a few yards away and contemplated his tutor for a moment. She was younger than he was, a pretty,petite redhead who he quite liked the notion of seeing again, while things had always seemed a little strained between them it had always felt to him that both of them had a liking for each other that went a little beyond a mutual respect..
She appeared a few minutes later through an opening some way off down the vast atrium that served as the central hub for the campus. He noticed her immediately despite the expanse, it was hard not to. She was small in stature but had a womanly figure and demeanour that demanded his attention. His gaze was drawn to it almost uncontrollably although hardly against his will, but he endeavoured to keep himself in check. She looked as graceful and beautiful as ever, wearing fitting clothes, a sensible green blouse accompanied by a flattering skirt that hugged her womanly figure perfectly, which sat just above her knee and finished off the look with a pair of doc martens which introduced her flair for style within the confines of practicality and properness.
He stood up and walked toward her, offering a greeting enroute and meeting her halfway across the void of the immense open space. He noted the feeling of familiar underlying tension. She seemed delighted to see him and explained that she had the file in a classroom she had been using for the day's lectures indicating that he should accompany her to retrieve it, which he was glad to do.
By this time in the afternoon most classes had ended and the campus was peacefully quiet with most of the crowds heading outside for the opportunity to bask in the sun. She led the way, he let her partially because he admittedly didn't know which classroom she was heading toward and partially because the view of her shapely posterior contained within such a flattering fitted skirt was not something he could easily pass up. He watched her bottom as she ascended the stairs admiring the motion of it as it propelled her up each tanalising step, suppressing the festering urge to reach out and grab it. Then he noticed something which had previously eluded him.
She occasionally glanced at him with a subtle playfull glint in her eye. Well it seemed subtle and he certainly didn't think he was aware of these glances previously. But there was something there, something playful and provocative. Privy to this new discovery it suddenly dawned on him that she knew on some level that he lusted after her, of course she knew how could he not have seen it?
In class he had studied every feature and every curve of her intoxicating female form; he had noted the way her auburn hair cascaded and fell loosely around her petite feminine shoulders, examined the way her small perky breasts abused the fit of an array of attire each blouse, jumper or t-shirt seeming to serve to emphasise their allure in ways that seemed individually nuanced as if scientifically designed to keep his attention, tracked the beautiful way in which her curved stomach forced the eye to follow its arching decent slowly downward, and mentally documented how her sexy shapely legs led all the way to her plump juicy ass in a way that she had no hope of downplaying, not that she tried by his reckoning.
He had taken care not to draw attention whilst conducting these observations and had believed he had been successful, however clearly he hadn't been. The knowledge descended upon him like a crashing wave, the way in which she had acted around him. The way she used to approach his table of six or seven people handing out worksheets and such, she always approached from the side he was sitting, he had sat at the front which was the obvious vector of approach but she had always leaned in a little too close to him, smelt a little too good and leaned over the desk in an alluring way that demanded a little too much of his attention. He had dismissed the thought believing she was just going about her business and his observations were nothing but a series of predatory impulses that had distorted his version of reality in order to suit his own self indulgent narrative. Now though it appeared that it could have been possible she was rewarding his curiosity and playfully encouraging his enjoyment of their proximity on purpose.
She led on, up into the upper tiers of the building. He began to wonder, was she flirting with him all this time? Possibly, she could just enjoy the power that her sexual prowess gave her. He had liked to think he was the only one who had realised how incredibly sexy she was, like he was aware of some factor disproving some complex conspiracy. He was acutely aware that this or course was a falsehood fed himself. It was plainly obvious that she was in fact a total babe and people knew. Maybe he was just reading into things too much as he was obviously attracted to her to a point where his brain ceased to function as the driving force for his rationality.
He began to explore the possibilities in his head savouring the process of trying to unravel the fact from fantasy. The tension between them became the nucleus of his attention. He had assumed it was because as it happens she also happened to be his long term girlfriend's lecturer, he had in turn censored the version of himself he'd presented to her, this in turn had stunted conversation and cultivated this "awkwardness" and he suspected that as a perceptive individual she had deduced this for herself. Although maybe she knew a little more than that, she was intuitive afterall, maybe she had deduced from conversations with his girlfriend that they in fact had an open relationship. That to his girlfriend thought of her man with another woman was her biggest turn on and something she yearned for and encouraged. Maybe she was aware, there was something about her that seemed to be deeply intrigued by him. He had thought that that was the reason or maybe it was his propensity to use ambitious language and his ability to absorb abstract concepts and creatively experiment with ideation, he knew that in class he had kept her on her toes and enjoyed watching her squirm as the power dynamic shifted as he publicly toyed with her. Maybe that was part of it, but maybe just maybe there was also a mutual lust and this was perhaps stripped of all the variables, pure sexual tension? He certainly liked the ramifications of that thought, maybe he had suppressed the notion to in order avoid potential disappointment or scandal.
With the epiphany that his suspicions were potentially facts based on relevant data and his reluctance to accept them a result of mental barriers put in place to protect his ego, he smirked. He didn't mind the risk bruising his ego in pursuit of his sexual desires.
