Author's Note: I am proud to say that this was actually written by my wife (who has starred in all of my writing), who was inspired by my stories and wanted to write one herself. This was a dream she had about one of her students, and I liked it so much I convinced her to post it online. She was too lazy to build her own profile, so she just used mine instead. This is a story about seduction, so the emphasis is on building tension rather than continuous sex. Enjoy.
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It was Thursday afternoon--finally!--and she was in her closet trying on outfit after outfit for tonight's class. Nothing seemed to look right in the mirror. She wanted to attract his attention, but without being obvious. She opted for a knee-length pencil skirt in black with professional (but still sexy) high heels. For a top she chose a form-fitting collared blouse and a tailored cutout vest. As a whole, it looked like an ensemble any youthful professor would wear to teach a class. However, if needed, unbuttoning the blouse one button lower or seductively bending over in the tight skirt would tremendously enhance the sex appeal of the outfit. She nodded with satisfaction and walked out to the living room, kissed her husband on the cheek as he sat on the couch, and headed out the door.
As she prepared for class, she secretly watched the door awaiting his arrival. She found herself impatiently bouncing her leg as she sat behind her desk and forced herself to take a deep breath, both to calm her nerves and her rapidly beating heart.
On cue, he entered the room. He was dressed in his normal attire: a surf-inspired tee-shirt that pulled taut across his muscular chest and arms, cargo shorts, and flip flops.
Though she certainly enjoyed his casual look, she always hoped that he would come to class in his uniform one day, just so she could compare his body between the two distinct looks.
He turned to face her as he walked by and nodded his head in greeting. His deep green eyes had an entrancing effect on her, even for only the brief moment they stared into hers. His tanned skin contrasted nicely and made his eyes all the more alluring to her. She thought she saw him smile slightly as he acknowledged her, then watched it quickly fade as he walked by.
Her eyes discretely followed him across the room until he sat in his usual seat in the second row. Her heart was still beating rapidly, though she was noticeably more relaxed now that he was here. Now all she needed to do was get through the three-hour class, doing her best to resist his power over her, a power he didn't realize he had.
After lecturing briefly, she walked around the classroom to help students while they worked on the assignment. She walked behind his chair on the way to another student and discretely inhaled his scent. It was crisp and subtle, but extremely sexy. She felt a flood of wetness in her panties and took a second to compose herself before answering another student's question.
Maybe it would be better if I avoid his desk altogether, she thought to herself.
She returned to her desk and tried to occupy herself with grading papers. Recrossing her legs, she felt the silkiness of her panties slide against her wet pussy. Without thinking, she began slowly rotating her hips to continue the sliding sensation. She alternately flexed each of her thighs to apply pressure to her clit.
She was becoming more aroused than she would like to in a public setting, but she could not help herself. He was so close, yet she couldn't have him; it was too much for her to handle. She uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly, feeling the rush of cool air hit her warm pussy.
Instead of cooling her down, the contrast of hot and cold was suddenly erotic and she began fantasizing that she was kissing his chest with an ice cube in her mouth, alternating between her warm lips and an icy cold tongue.
His body would quiver every time she licked him, as if it had taken him by surprise. She moved her mouth lower and lower while tracing her hand across his inner thighs. She would tease him until he begged her to relieve his pulsing hard-on...
She quickly snapped out of her daydream when she heard students packing up their backpacks. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but they all seemed busy putting away their notebooks and other supplies. Sighing in relief, she began to pack her own bag.
She stole glances toward him to see if he would linger like he usually did after class. Sure enough, he was still in his seat, slowly rearranging his book bag and looking over his notes from class. The other students trickled out of the room, leaving her alone with him once again. This was exactly what she looked forward to each week, what she meticulously picked out her clothes for: this time alone with him.
She asked if he had any questions from the day's class. He said no, but wondered if she could check out what he had found under his microscope. She obliged and walked over to his desk, and he stood and moved back from the table just enough so she could stand in front of him.
As she leaned over to look in the eyepiece, she was instantly enveloped in his intoxicating scent, and she could feel his green eyes looking at her tight ass in the sexy black skirt. She wiggled slightly, feigning a better viewing position in the microscope, knowing exactly what he was seeing: long, tan legs leading up to a runner's perfect ass. The pencil skirt hugged all of her curves and left little to the imagination when leaning over the way she was.
She arched her back slightly and felt her blouse shift up her back, exposing a small amount of skin above the waistband. She heard him exhale sharply and then felt his warmth move towards her. A wave of pleasure spread through her as he pressed his body ever so gently against her backside.
He placed his large hands on her waist and pulled her upright. His hands continued to move up her sides until they reached the base of her breasts. Halting there, he leaned down to kiss the side of her neck.
Instinctively she leaned her head to the side to allow him better access. She closed her eyes and traced her hands over her body until they were on top of his. Then she guided his hands over her breasts and left them there, giving him permission to explore the rest of her body on his own. Gently he pressed his palms over each of her perky, B-cup-sized breasts that easily filled his hands. He reached further and began unbuttoning her blouse, one by one, until her lacy bra was revealed. She could feel the aching of her rock-hard nipples, screaming to be licked and nibbled, and she reached back over her shoulder to caress the back of his neck and scalp, pulling him closer to her.
