He couldn't help but feel a little silly, but also intrigued. With a naughty smile, she had shut him out of his own bedroom and told him to come back in ten minutes. She said if he still had his graduation regalia from law school to put it on, but if not that was all right. In the back of the coat closet he had found the gaudy robes and put them on. What did she want with him in his robes? He knew what he wanted from her. He reached down and adjusted himself. Well, she had come all this way, and he'd waited this many years, he could wait a little longer.
Ten minutes on the dot had passed. He thought of knocking, but it was his own bedroom after all. She'd had ten minutes to make herself decent - not that he would have minded walking in on her naked. But simply undressing didn't take ten minutes. Taking a breath, he opened the door.
Whatever he expected, it was not this: She was dressed as a Hogwarts student. A Hufflepuff, to be precise. She wore black Mary Janes, grey stockings that came just below the knee (he loved a woman in stockings), and a pleated grey skirt. Into that skirt, a white button-down shirt was tucked in, and over that a grey sweater. She wore a yellow and black striped tie - a tie he had bought for her years ago, now that he thought of it. Over all this, she had a black robe with a Hufflepuff patch. She'd left her long, blonde hair loose over her shoulders. Her pale face was a little pink in the cheeks, most likely from all those layers. As he glanced behind her to the bed - the big, inviting bed - and the nightstand, he saw that she had not so subtly placed a condom on top of his alarm clock.
"Oh, Professor Samuels!" she gasped. "What are you doing in the Hufflepuff common room?"
A smile quirked on his lips. That explained her request for the robes. So it was role-playing she wanted. He would have been happy to simply fuck her, but this would do quite nicely as well.
"You know though, Professor," she went on when he didn't immediately respond, "I'm glad to see you. Ever since you've taken over for Professor Flitwick for Charms, well, you know I've been struggling. I just can't fail this class, Professor." Looking down, she took a timid but definite step forward. "There must be something I can do for you."
If he hadn't been hard when he entered the room, he most certainly was now. So it was the dirty professor routine. Well, he was as game for a little role playing as the next man.
"I think there might be something," he drawled. "But first, why don't you take off that robe? You look awfully hot."
She bit her lip, feigning shyness, but she obeyed, dropping the robe on to the floor. Starting to sweat himself, he took off his ridiculous hat and threw it on top of her robe. As fun as this would be, he needed to see more of her, to touch her; he needed to extend the pleasure as long as he could. He bridged the gap between them, put his hand beneath her chin and raised it to look at him.
"Now tell me, Miss Kantor," he purred. "How badly do you want this?"
Her breath came heavy. "So bad," she whispered. "I need this."
"And I need this." He leaned in and kissed her, deeply. Her lips were soft, and she yielded to his searching tongue quickly. He reached around and grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer. He wanted to make sure she felt how hard he was.
