"Ms. Winter! Shit! You scared the crap outta me. What are you doing here!"
"Sorry for the fright Professor Lewrie. Your very delightful wife let me in. I said I had a meeting with you to discuss my senior thesis defence. She said she had to run out — work emergency — but to make myself comfortable in the living room. Then, I heard the shower so I thought I'd surprise you." She giggled.
"Ms Winter! This is completely inappropriate. Ambushing me at home like this. In my bedroom, no less!" Jack said, as he checked the towel wrapped around his waist. "You have to go now, please. We can discuss whatever you want to talk about during office hours."
Emma Winter was one of Jack's senior year students. The senior year course she was enrolled in was intended for candidates seeking entry to the master's program. Students had to clear this hurdle if they wanted to get into the MA program.
Emma first caught Jack's eye back in September, when she strode confidently and sensually into his class with a short skirt, high heels, and a beaming smile. As she moved to her seat, Jack noted she was very subtly tanned, almost as if her skin glowed. Complementing her shapely figure and face, her blond hair was cut short, boy-styled, which accentuated her looks. As her blue-grey eyes caught his gaze, Jack thought they were truly like diamonds, as in the song, sparkling and bright.
Noting his attention, Emma's full lips broke into a knowing smile.
Jack was struck by how direct her gaze was when he first saw her. Unlike most of his students both female and male, she looked directly at him and when he met her gaze, he was the first to break.
Jack thought Emma may have been in her mid-twenties. He never did get satisfaction on that question. Not that is mattered. She was a striking woman. Literally, drop dead gorgeous and Jack was thrilled to have this goddess in his class.
Through the semester Emma assumed the same seat in every class. This was not unusual, except for the fact that in the theatre-style seating of the class, her seat positioned her knees directly in front of Jack's normal sightline. By various subterfuges, such as placing her feet or coat on the chair in front of her, Emma more or less assured that Jack had a clear view of her legs and the treasure within.
Jack's attention was further secured by Emma's standard attire. Typically, Emma wore a crisp white blouse which was open several buttons. This allowed Emma to properly display her seemingly endless collection of necklaces whose jewels and baubles seemed to nestle quite comfortably just above her cleavage. Of course, the ultimate bright light for Jack was always when Emma decided to cross and recross her legs in classic Sharon Stone mode — slowly, confidently and looking directly at him.
And so it was until that fateful morning...
To her credit, Emma was dressed in a very professional business ensemble. Her outfit was probably what disarmed his wife. Grey mid-thigh skirt, high-waist with a white long sleeved tailored blouse. How well tailored was disguised by her jacket. Emma also wore glasses. The Ms. Winter that Jack knew didn't wear glasses. Nonetheless, they gave her an appropriately studious, almost innocent look. Modest black pumps with black stockings completed the outfit.
It suddenly struck Jack, that this was the outfit — minus the glasses — that she wore when she defended her Master's thesis last week. A performance that, unfortunately did not go well for Emma.
"I thought I'd present a new oral argument for my thesis Professor Lewrie. I really need an A to get into the master's program." She stood up and moved toward him, "So, why don't you have a seat while I make my very much improved presentation."
She directed him to the bed and pushed him back. Jack tried to get up. She pushed him back down. "Stay! Professor I need you pay attention please." Satisfied that he would stay, she moved backward. As she moved, she unbuttoned and removed her jacket.
"What are you doing?"
"Slipping into something a little more comfortable, she said with a smile"
Jack made a move to get up, Emma pushed him back.
"Stay! Please professor. Hear me out. Relax, you'll enjoy this presentation."
She turned to her side and slowly undid the side zip on her skirt and then began to slowly peel it over her hips. Jack was now enthralled by the slow sensual movement. She smiled at Jack, the glint in her eyes signalled she knew she was having the desired effect as she licked her lips in that way only women can. The skirt fell, pooling about her feet. Now Jack was looking at his very attractive student striding slowly toward him looking more like a Victoria Secret angel than a master's candidate.
As she moved to him with a sensual sashay of her hips, she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse and slowly peeled it back, the blouse fell behind her. Her eyes were locked on Jack's. She stopped just before him so he could take in the full effect of her lingerie ensemble — the matching lace bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. When she was sitting in his lectures, occasionally flashing him glimpses of her panties, he thought she was hot. Here she was smouldering.
"Ms Winter." Jack stammered, "Seriously. Before you do something you might regret and much as I'd love to partake in your scheme, there are two other professors on the panel. We all have to agree. As for the A. I don't see that happening."
