It wasn't really anything special about Professor Albano that made him stand out to Alice when she first walked into that classroom. He certainly had that mature attractiveness about him that men in their 40s sometimes acquired, and his beautifully Italian nose and tan skin as well as his salt and pepper hair made most of his female students swoon at least a little bit..
But Alice wasn't one to fall for men easily. She didn't find them handsome, or hot, or enticing in any way. For a long time, she had considered herself a lesbian.
When it came to Professor Albano, though, she found herself shifting in her seat, unable to focus on anything but that tingle she felt whenever his eyes landed on her. She was trying so hard to look alluring yet casual during the lectures that she wasn't catching a single word about Italian literature that leaving his mouth.
How good those hips would look if they were thrusting into her, if her legs were wrapped around them? How delicious his Italian accent would taste if he was moaning into her mouth? How perfectly the horny desperation would suit his dark brown eyes if they were looking down at her, kneeling in front of him?
Alice could physically feel her wet panties being pressed against her throbbing core, growing increasingly impatient while picturing the sensation of his warm, thick shaft sliding into her.
After that particular lecture, she had to hurry to a bathroom to silently bring herself to her climax, one hand covering her mouth, the other one three fingers deep inside herself.
And so she made a plan.
The first week, she wore a completely sheer black shirt that showed off her tiny waist with just a skin coloured top underneath it. She caught him looking at her a couple of times, doing double takes to figure out how much she was revealing to him. He seemed distracted that day.
The week after that, she wore a black lace top that was almost illegally low cut, presenting her plentiful cleavage generously and almost unavoidably to anyone in front of her. She felt daring that day and attempted to hold eye contact from her seat multiple times. Professor Albano stopped strutting from one side of the room to the other then.
Eventually, she turned to wearing a scandalously short black dress that would expose her tight butt if she even lifted her arms ever-so-slightly, fishnet tights and thigh-high velvet boots. He had visibly blushed at her sight. She felt ridiculous in this attire as it was in no place workplace appropriate, but she was growing desperate and it would serve perfectly for when he'd finally bend her over his desk and could immediately and easily access her waiting lap.
Every night she tried to find the perfect lookalike of Professor Albano in porn to hungrily stare at while she was getting herself off, but none of them were quite like him.
She also grew more active during his lectures, trying to ask critical questions and participate as much as she could so she'd have his attention. Alice could tell that he was into her intellect. He even asked her name one time she really impressed him and knew it from then onward. But none of it seemed to lead to the result she had wished for. She always tried to find an excuse to be the last one to leave the room before him, but he never asked her to stay behind. All of his reactions to her that she thought she'd seen started seeming merely coincidental.
When the semester was nearing it's end and their time together was nearly over, Alice was about to give up hope. On one particular day, she was wearing a strapless, tight black top that bared her midriff as well as a dangerously short skirt and thigh-high black socks with heels that made her butt look fantastic and her toned legs look endless, when she was just about to exit the room, he called her name.
"Miss Carlsson? Can I talk to you for a minute?"
