Maggie walked through campus, the cool autumn breeze rustling her brown locks. The wind gave her a chill and she pulled her black cardigan closed over her chest. Her hazel eyes took in the architecture as she strolled, older academic buildings mixed with more modern residence halls. The usual lush green courtyards were littered with shades of brown, yellow and red fallen leaves. Her aura was confident as her green heels took her down the sidewalk.
She had made this walk many times before. However, she is not a student of the university. Maggie is someone's secret. She was a bit older than the undergraduates that buzzed around her, but fit in with her innocent girl next-door looks.
Her strides took her to the front of a brown stone building with large square windows. As she arrived she smiled to herself looking up at the second floor window three from the left, the window that was his office. She found the bench outside the entrance empty. She straightened the full skirt of her green linen sundress as she sat letting the fabric drape over her knees.
Maggie shook her wrist and she looked at her silver watch that dangled off her arm. "Twenty five more minutes," she said to herself with a shiver of excitement.
Her simple black purse sat at her side and she reached inside pulling a single worn silver key. The metal was cool as her palm closed around it. Minutes passed as the wind caused the leaves to scrape down the sidewalks. Maggie watched the students passing by chatting on their cell phones complaining of their test scores, term papers, and projects.
As time passed her heart began to stir in anticipation. To calm herself, she ran her fingers down the buttons at the chest of her dress following them to the high waisted sash nestled just under her breasts. Her right hand tightened the bow as her closed left held it in place. Her eyes took one last look around before she stood gathering herself.
Maggie was always nervous to see her lover, more so when she surprised him with her presence. Her fingers spread and pushed open the glass door, catching a glimpse of her reflection. Her straight brown hair sat on her shoulders ruffled by the wind, face sweet and innocent, dress clinging to her curves, giving a nice peek of ample cleavage and green heels that elongated her long lean legs.
She stepped inside to the common area of the building. Students sat alone, others in small, tight groupings. Some studied while others talked quietly amongst themselves. She chuckled inwardly at the teenage boy asleep on the sofa clutching his backpack.
Her feet knew where to go as she made her way to the stairwell. Promptly bringing herself up the flights to the fourth floor, she looked down the hall to her right then left trying to remember which lecture hall he was in right now. Something in her gut sent her to the right and her heels clicked on the tile floor below. On the way, she checked her watch and took note of the time. Her eyes peeked in the slivers of window on each door till she found him, stopping in her tracks and backing up for a better view where she could remain hidden.
She leaned her shoulder against the heavy wooden door and watched her lover writing on the chalkboard turning back and forth between the class and his fast scribbles. He was a man nearing forty, wise with age and knowledge. She enjoyed seeing him in his element. He always looked comfortable and happy when he was expanding the knowledge of the youth.
Maggie adored him as she watched the vest of his medium grey tweed suit rise and fall when he'd write on the board, "God, he looks stunning in a suit," she whispered to herself chewing on her lip.
Warmth grew between her thighs as she spied on him. The way he had control of his class, spoke confidently and answered questions aroused her. Her eyes took a look down the hall and over her shoulder to check for onlookers, once clear she dropped her purse softly to the floor and clutched the silver key in her fist.
Keeping her ears open for any noise she focused on her lover, gnawing lightly on her bottom lip as her hand slipped under her dress and up her inner thigh. She watched his curly brown hair; flaked with tints of grey, bounce as he walked around the front of the lecture hall discussing a topic of medieval history she couldn't hear.
Her left fist clutched around the key in her hand as the fingers of her right rubbed over the satin and lace of her panties, feeling her heat through the fabric. She adored him as he leaned over the podium in the front of class, his mouth moving with conviction.
"Keep talking professor," she urged him in a whisper as her fingers curled and slid down her soft flesh under her panties.
Maggie's fingers ran over the slit of her smooth pussy. Her middle finger parted her cunt lips, dragging her wetness up over her clit. She rubbed her silken juices in tiny circles against the tasteful jewelry that adorned her clit hood. Her throat whimpered but her mouth remained closed as she twirled the barbell of her tongue piercing between her sealed lips.
Her eyes followed him back to the chalkboard as he looked out over the class making sure they had all the notes down before erasing and began scribbling again.
Her knees buckled under her as she watched her lover. She slid her hand deeper into her panties, her knuckles pushed against the satin as she probed one finger inside her wet hole, then two. Her forehead rested on the door and she leaned harder against it to keep balance, dragging her head along the wood. She worked her fingers inside her, smearing them against her upper walls.
Maggie's cheeks grew warm with the heat flowing through her body as she steadily masturbated herself in the open. Dragging her fingers in and out of her cunt, collecting her juices on her hand. She moaned softly as he turned back from the board and wiped a bit of chalk off his vest.
"I'm going to feed on your cock later," she sighed as she pleasured her body, "I'll milk you with my mouth and drink your cum."
The skirt of her dress fluttered between her thighs as her fingers dug in and out of her soft hole. Maggie clenched tighter on the key, digging its teeth into her fingers. Her body shivered as she pushed the pads of her fingers up against her ridged g-spot, massaging her insides.
She worked herself into undeniable heat, curling her fingers up inside her cunt. Her panties became visibly wet as her fluids dripped around her fingers, soaking into the satin. She denied herself an orgasm and pulled her fingers out of her panties quickly.
"It's his," she reminded herself as she took one more glance at her lover. Maggie had to pull herself away from the door and hurry down the hall back to the stairs, straightening her dress on the way.
Two flights down and she reached a quiet floor with several open and closed doors. Her heart skipped faster as she passed his fellow professors hearing the clicking of keyboards and conversations coming from the open offices.
She stopped in front of his door and looked over the semester schedule he posted. Double-checking that she wouldn't be intruding on his office hours.
"Wednesday, no classes or office hours between 1 and 3 pm, perfect," the wicked voice inside her head said after checking the schedule.
She checked over her shoulders for anyone in the hall and unclasped her fingers from the key. Quietly it slid in the lock, the teeth of the key clicked inside and she turned the lock open. Carefully, she turned the doorknob, checked her surroundings once more then let herself into his office.
Light came in through the large window on the back wall illuminating the beautiful worn cedar desk that was the centerpiece of his office. His numerous degrees glittered in their frames against the light. Maggie reached behind herself and pushed the lock on the doorknob before she pulled her cardigan off her shoulders and draped it over the back of one of the chairs that sat facing the desk.
She walked behind the desk and her fingers ran over the rough wool of his grey suit jacket hanging from the back of his black leather executive chair. Her body bent at the waist to take in the aroma of his clothing.
Maggie leaned over and turned the desk lamp on before turning and closing the blinds. She made her way around to the front of his desk and pushed the two chairs his students sat in for tutoring and discussions against the bookshelf on her left. She dropped the silver key in her purse and set it on the cushy chair.
She stood up and her fingers pulled the spaghetti strap bows free on her shoulders one at a time. Her dress hung loosely at her chest as she reached to the front and undid the sash below her breasts. It came loose and she reached behind her back and let the zipper down, causing the dress to fall to a heap around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress and bent over and picked it up, folded it into a tidy cube and placed it on the chair beside her purse.
Her body now only covered in a shiny dark pink strapless satin bra coated in a layer of black lace with cheeky panties to match. The lace trimmed her round breasts and the satin hugged her bum. Maggie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra setting her ample tits free.
The cool air and arousal lingering from moments ago made her nipples swell into erect rocks on her chest. She folded her bra in half and laid it on top of her dress then hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties and wiggled her hips as they came down. The soft fabric slid down her thighs and below her knees. First, she lifted her left leg and pulled her heeled foot out, then the right. The little wet panties got stuck on her heel and she laughed at herself trying to get free. She added her undergarments to the growing pile of clothing on the chair.
Maggie looked at the time, "Fuck, I've got to hurry," she said to herself.
Her hand rustled about in her purse searching for a mirror. Quickly, she checked her simple brown eyeliner and soft green shadow before smearing a fresh coat of cherry lip-gloss onto her plump lips.
She dumped the gloss and mirror back into her purse and pulled out a pink collar studded with rhinestones. As it came into her grasp, she smiled and ran her finger over the studs. She slid the collar under her hair and around her neck clasping it snugly at the back. Maggie took off the silver watch from her wrist, dropping it into her purse.
She turned on her heel to his desk and straightened the scattered papers and tests into organized stacks and layered them at the corner next to the lamp, and then clicked the light off. Maggie lifted her nude body onto the edge of the cool wooden desk just out of direct view of the door. She raked her fingers through her bountiful brown hair several times. Her legs crossed and dangled over the front as she leaned back on the heel of her wrists.
