Miles Williamson was a college professor at a small college in a small town in the northeast part of the United States. He was 32, stood 5'9", slightly overweight, had shoulder length brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes which were often hidden behind thick glasses. He was single, and generally was thought of to be rather stuffy by his students. They thought of him the same they did any other professor, just a teacher and nothing more. They could never imagine that their teachers had lives, and desires of their own, and it was evident in the way the girls chose to dress for their classes. Miles had a very hard time concealing his erection around a few of his female students; especially with the provocative clothing they would wear on Fridays.
Miles taught one of the last classes of the day that ran from 7 to 8:30 pm, so many of the students were ready to go out and party right after class. They came in wearing club clothing; short skirts, daisy dukes, skimpy tops, latex clothing, fishnet stockings, and thigh-high boots. He was grateful he had a class so late in the day; at times the outfits he saw provided fuel for his fantasies on the weekend. One girl in particular, Melinda Jones, made his cock ache more times than he could count. Miles had a thing for chubby girls, and Melinda was the most beautiful chubby girl he had ever laid eyes upon.
When she first entered his class at the beginning of the school year, he noticed her hair that was dyed purple, and her pierced tongue. The dye faded away over a few weeks, and he really started noticing her more then. She was 22 years old, stood 5'10" with long brown hair that went halfway down her back, wore size 18 dresses and a 40DD bra, she had eyes that were rather perplexing-they changed color! There was a certain air about her that just intrigued Miles and made him yearn to have her closer to him. Sometimes, he even thought that he caught her staring at him with a lustful look in her eyes or he could swear he felt her undressing him with her eyes. As badly as he wanted that to be true, he convinced himself that it was his overactive imagination. He just reminded himself that he was a teacher and that it was wrong for him to even contemplate getting close to her in a non-professional manner. Instead, he fantasized about her as much as possible, and often dreamed of her.
One Wednesday afternoon in November on his break period, Miles was sitting in his office going over some lesson plans when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
He was quite surprised to find Melinda entering his office. Immediately his cock jumped in his pants, and he tried his best to control it. He was certain she was just seeking clarification on the assignment he handed out on Friday.
"Melinda, how nice to see you. Did you need help with something?"
"Yes, professor Williamson, I do need help with something." She said, in what sounded to Miles, a rather sexy voice as she closed the door and sashayed over to his desk.
"What can I help you with?" He gulped, trying to convince himself that the sexy voice was only his imagination.
"Well…" She said with her finger tracing circles on his desk, "I don't know how to tell you this."
"Tell me what?" Miles asked, with beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"I've noticed the way you look at me." Melinda told him as she untied her trench coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing the outfit she was wearing underneath.
Miles cock stood rigidly at attention at the sight of Melinda's scarcely clad body. She had on a skin-tight purple vinyl dress that came to mid thigh, and showed off plenty of cleavage, along with a pair of black thigh high vinyl high-heeled boots.
"This isn't something I can act on Melinda, fantasies are one thing. I could lose my job!"
"So you admit it, you want to fuck me, don't you? I won't tell anyone if you don't, I find you quite attractive myself. I
want
to fuck you, not for a grade, but because you make me hot." She told him as she slid her middle finger up her skirt and pulled it out again, placing her pussy juice soaked finger in his mouth.
He couldn't take it any longer, she came closer to him, behind his desk, and he rose to meet her. She quickly cleared off his desk in one swoop, missing the phone by mere inches, and wrapped herself around him. He could smell the sweet scent of her perfume,
Love's Baby Soft
, and it made his cock ache even more. Hungrily he started nibbling on her neck
"God, you don't know how long I've wanted this." He whispered in her ear.
"Since the day you first saw me, perhaps? I know that's when it started for me."
He picked her up and sat her on his desk. He could feel the dampness between her thighs, and see her hard nipples through the vinyl. She wasn't wearing anything beneath the dress. She reached over and unzipped his trousers and fished his cock out of his boxers. Melinda grinned when she saw how thick his 7" cock was, and wrapped her hand around it, slowly stroking him. He groaned in pleasure. His fingers tweaked her nipples through the dress, and a small puddle formed on his desk.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Miles, are you in there?" The voice called. It was Ted Richards, the school dean.
"Shit!" Miles thought, the office was a mess, and here he was with his pants down, with a student.
"Get under the desk." He whispered.
Melinda ducked under the desk; Miles zipped up his pants and crossed the room to answer the door.
"Ted! What brings you by?" Miles asked nervously, hoping Ted wouldn't come in.
"Well, Barbara Kinsley has gotten ill and can't make her 6 o'clock class tonight, could you cover for her? You're the only one free on the schedule."
"Sure, not a problem at all. I just hope that it's nothing serious."
"It shouldn't be, she ate the meatloaf from the cafeteria is all."
"She should have known better, road kill is better than that stuff."
"True. Say, is there someone in there with you?" Ted asked, peering over his shoulder.
"Hmm? No, no, of course not, why do you ask?" Miles was beginning to worry that Ted knew what was going on.
"Well, that trench coat on your chair there, it's too large to be yours. I thought it might be someone else's."
"It, umm.., it is. One of my students left it behind in class this morning. I thought I should hold on to it for them." He said with a nervous chuckle.
"Right. Makes sense. Well, thank you." Ted said, and turned to walk down the hallway.
Melinda promptly peered up from her hiding spot.
