I was studying Law at Queens University, and like all students I miss a few lectures from time to time, usually because I had one too many drinks the night before, but there was always one lecture I never missed:- Classics. It wasn't the subject matter, but rather the lecturer himself. He was called Dr. Donovan, and boy was he sexy. He was in his late 20's, blonde, about 6'1", and from his strong muscular physique, it was obvious that he worked out.
I kept telling myself that it was just a crush, and that I would never be able to seduce Dr Donovan, but that changed the night I got my Final year exam results.
I was 22, and whilst I was no virgin, I was still very much inexperienced. My friends and I decided to go out clubbing to celebrate our results, and now that our University life was over, to go out with a bang, literally! I hadn't done as well as I'd hoped, but I'd aced Classics though, an A+.
We all met up at my house, and began getting ready about 8pm. The vodka was already being passed around, and everyone was getting into the swing of things.
I know I have a great figure so I show it off as much as possible. I decided to wear a low cut sleeveless top, short enough so that my pierced belly button could be seen. I toyed with wearing a bra, but it was a warm summer's night and anyway my 34C breasts are pert enough to do without one. As for a skirt, well that was easy, the shortest and skimpiest that I owned; a cotton hockey skirt which just about covered my shapely bum!
We were all ready about 10pm and we arrived at the club at half past. Joanne went straight to the bar and got the drinks, whilst the rest of us hit the dance floor. The club was packed, everybody else had obviously wanted to celebrate their exam results, in fact most of my study group were there. Then I saw him:- Dr. Donovan. He was at the bar, talking to one of his mates. He looked even sexier than he did when he was lecturing, out of uniform so to speak.
His shirt showed off his muscular torso, whilst his jeans showed off one hell of an ass! Joanne arrived back with the drinks. I drunk my vodka and coke quickly, hoping that that would give me some Dutch courage. "Wish me luck," I said, and with that I walked over to the bar. I didn't walk directly to him, but close enough so that he could see me ordering a drink.
"Hi Clare," he said.
"Oh hi Dr Donovan," I replied, pretending to be surprised.
I paid for my drink and went to walk away when he gestured me over. I knew my technique had worked; this man was mine!
As I walked over I stuck my chest out, making good use of what God had given me. I watched his eyes as I waked over, his gaze didn't deviate from my pert tits. We talked for what seemed like hours, and the alcohol flowed. Then the slow songs came on, "let's dance," I said, with lust in my voice. Reluctantly he agreed, and we moved to the dance floor.