I still remember how excited I got when I first saw Victoria. It was the third lecture of the semester; I was in a desk near the entrance of one of the smaller lecture theatres. She came in about halfway through the presentation looking a little frazzled. She was tall and very attractive, her hair was a dark blonde colour, pulled into a high ponytail and her high cheek bones and fair skin screamed some kind of Nordic ancestry. She was wearing a black skirt with nylons and a white blouse that was frilled down the line of buttons running down from the open neck. From her clothes I could tell she worked in an executive job, no doubt part of her degree. Normally an author would include some kind of flaw, but she was perfect. She was gorgeous and sexy, later I would discover she was intelligent but also sexually forceful.
She turned and walked up the stairs to the upper parts of the theatre. As she passed my senses were assaulted by her sweet yet mature perfume. Throughout the lecture I tried to concentrate but she kept crowding my thoughts. My notes were scarce and looked like some ancient language, I couldn't concentrate. This semester was a hard one and really needed to work, I actually got annoyed at her amazing looks because it stopped me from working. Completely wasn't her fault but I was just frustrated. It'd been a little while since I was with a girl and maybe knowing she was out of my league ticked me off. It wasn't that I was unattractive I just lacked confidence. I had a pretty good body, not big but really defined muscles and wide shoulders. I had a strong chin and my heritage left me with smooth olive skin.
At home that night I found myself fantasizing about her. I wanted to rip her business clothes revealing a set of sexy laced underwear with suspenders holding her nylons on her thighs. I dreamed about her stripping for me in my living room; performing on my coffee table slowly peeling her sexy undergarments from her toned body while some slow jazz whined from my stereo. I imagined how her lips and her body found feel pressed against mine. Before I knew it my computer was sitting skewed on my lap, propped up by my erection. I wanted her to tie me to a bed and rub a moist, warm pair of panties into my face as I inhale the scent of her juices. Normally I was the dominant one in bed but I just wanted her to control me. Not in a neck tie and ball gag, fucked in the ass with the handle of a riding crop kind of way; I wasn't into that kind of thing. I didn't really have a fetish to entertain my partners with. I'd only done some light bondage stuff with an old girlfriend, just a belt around her wrists and a blindfold. I spank girls sometimes but alot of girls I slept with didn't like it.
The next day at university I had a tutorial class for the subject that Victoria was in. I always got to tutorials early, alot of the time if the teachers saw you were enthusiastic about the work they slipped you hints about the exam. About ten minutes later the teacher showed up and started the class. We were discussing land tenure when Victoria meekly opened the door. Her hair was down today and she was sweating like she had been running, and in the heels she had on I was impressed.
"What's your name?" The teacher asked and looked down an attendance list.
"Victoria Moon" She replied breathlessly. This was the first time I'd heard her voice and the first time I'd heard her name. She sat in the desk nearest to the door, which luckily was right next to me. Again her perfume was driving me wild. I keep glancing at her in by peripheral vision. I felt kind of dirty being so obsessive, it was so unlike me; I was normally so good at compartmentalizing but she really got me. After a half an hour the class began to discuss the upcoming group assignment.
"Alright guys" the teacher began "Anyone not have a group for the assignment?" Victoria and I meekly raised our hands.
A group in front of us piped up "We're in a group but we're short a member".
"Right here" Victoria said.
"Mind if I tag along?" I asked.
"No worries" one of the group guys said. I felt a fritter of excitement at working with Victoria for the next 6 weeks.
Over the next few weeks we met regularly to work on the assignment, it was a poster type deal with a presentation to match. Each time we met I would look Victoria up and down, and at night I would masturbate. I never did it regularly but since I met Victoria I was so horny all the time. Her body was just so perfect. She was thin but she still had that curve in her waist that I adored in women. Her breasts were perky and somewhat large. When she wore tighter blouses I often caught glimpses of skin between the buttons being pushed apart by her ample melons. She always wore skirts, her legs were long, tanned and toned. She had a body like a runner, strong legs and a firm round ass. I spent quite a few nights tensed up grunting in the shower thinking of her.
A week before the assignment was due no one had time to meet up during the week so we had to meet over the week end. The university was closed during the weekend so Victoria volunteered to have us come to her office in the city and work for a couple hours there. There was internet, professional printers and it was convenient for everyone.
I was early as per usual. It was a big multi-story corporate office with big glass windows on every wall. I talked to the guy at the security desk and he called up to Victoria's office to check. She was waiting for me on the 12th floor at the elevator doors. She was wearing a bright sun dress that hugged her waist and pair of tights going to her ankles. It was weird seeing her without her business attire. "Jeez you dress different on the weekend" I remarked. She smiled.
"I know but when you have a job like mine sometimes you need to dress like a loser and let your hair down". I laughed; she led me down a hallway to her office. The place was deserted; the only other sign of life was an older man disappearing into a corner office on the far side of the building. All the walls were half height with frosted glass so when Victoria shut the door behind me my thoughts instantly turned to the privacy we had now.
"You're early" she said looking at her desk clock.
"I like to be fashionably early", she laughed. I took that as a sign of success when I could make a girl laugh. She sat in her chair behind her desk and pointed at her computer screen.
"I did a draft of the poster. Have a look" I stood behind her and leant forward over her shoulder and looked over her work. It was actually very professional looking, I was impressed but very quickly my eyes drifted from the desk up her thighs to her cleavage. Over the hum of the computer I heard a gentle sniff under my neck. I stood bolt upright, she was smelling me.
