It was Friday and almost the end of the week for Amara. She watched Ian on her screen; he was deeply engrossed in his work. The camera hidden in the digital clock in his office worked flawlessly. Installing a hidden camera in his office was, of course, a severe violation of his trust, but she had seen no other way. Initially, Amara had been nervous about it, but now she found watching him on the screen to be exhilarating. Looking at him in secret gave her tingles all over. It had been a good week altogether, Ian had gotten started well, and his obvious affection for her had made him follow along so far. Her plan was desperate, perhaps even foolish, but the goal justified the means Amara reminded herself.
Throughout her career, Amara had always had a rather strange affection for the occult. When she had first heard of the Tomes of Power, she fell in love with the myths surrounding them. From the tales of unfathomable deeds done by those who read them to the rumors of a secret organization trying to hide their existence, it was all very captivating. She had found and examined every document, every reference, and first- or second-hand account she could dig up. While the stories were fascinating, they were also clearly made up; superstition nothing more than that. Or so she had thought until she returned to Rome and first laid eyes on the set of tomes now referred to as the Angelica Texts. She had felt a weird sensation when she approached the collection for the first time but could not put her finger on what it was. The hairs of her arms rose, and without perceiving it, she had stepped closer. Some part of her was immediately convinced that these were the fabled Tomes of Power, but her rational mind interfered. No, the notion that they actually existed was absurd, childish even. Naturally, there could be old books around which the myths had grown, but that they actually were supernatural - that was just stories. In her highly trained scientific mind, the fables were nothing more than that; anything else was impossible. No, the effect was her mind playing tricks with her, nothing more than that. Still, even as she rationalized the sensation away, a sliver of doubt settled in her.
As the weeks passed with her studying the tomes, the sensation near them never waned; despite her efforts not to, she felt drawn to the books and worked day and night, but little did it help. She could not understand anything within them. Slowly she discovered that something or someone besides the cryptic script was working against her too. At first, she had free access to the tomes, but then that access had been revoked, with some weird excuse about preserving the books. Just thinking about it made her tighten her fists, and anger boiled in her all over again. She had half a lifetime of experience with old documents - handling artifacts with care was not something new! She had almost screamed at the poor clerk responsible for storage that she was only studying her scanned copies anyway - but she had kept calm. Keeping quiet turned out to be the best strategy. Even having digital versions was soon frowned upon, but there was, of course, no argument for not having them, and keeping her mouth shut bought her some time. Out of the blue, the university then politely clarified that researching the texts was a waste of time and could no longer be approved. An outrageous move altogether. Roberto had helped tremendously in fighting for their academic freedom to explore what they found significant, not the university's management. He had also stalled the requests to delete anything related to the tomes so far. All of this seemed so out of place that Amara had begun to ask herself what was going on. What was so important that she couldn't learn about it? The questions and resistance nurtured the doubt in her, and slowly she began entertaining the thought the perhaps there was some truth to it all.
Amara's frustrations rose both at the resistance but more and more at her lack of progress, and this was when she remembered Ian. She had all but forgotten him after leaving Chicago, but she needed help, and honestly, he was so much better at this than she had ever been. So she invited him to Rome in a desperate move to do something, anything. While waiting for all the formalities to settle, Amara had also started asking questions, and the answers she had found were equally scary and seductive. Ian's invitation, which had begun as a desperate move for help, soon became central in an exceedingly desperate plan.
Amara gave a little yelp when the familiar sound of a new email broke her reverie. It was from Ian, and reading it, it felt as if time itself slowed down. He had made a breakthrough! Holding her breath, she reread the email, her heart beating faster - this was fantastic news! His small breakthrough came much earlier than anticipated. He really was an astoundingly bright kid; she had been at it for months, with nothing to show - and now, within the very first week, he broke new ground. It stung a little too - but Amara forced the jealousy from her mind.
While composing a reply, a naughty idea grew in her mind. Ian had provided a breakthrough, although a minor one, was it enough? Probably not, but Amara was impatient by nature, and she didn't know how much longer Ian could keep from masturbating anyway. Smiling at the thought of him struggling, fantasizing about her, and it sent a shiver through her body. It must have been at least a week for him now unless masturbating was the last thing he had done before boarding the plane from Boston. She smiled at the thought of him feverishly stroking away in the airport restroom. He would have done exactly that had he known what awaited him in Rome. It would be so fun to make him cum, she thought with a smile and squeezed her legs together; a slight moan escaped her lips. Maybe it was time, after all? No, she had to play this right. Take things slowly, and don't rush it, Amara reminded herself. She knew herself well enough to realize when she tried to move forward out of impatience, even when it was definitely too early. Perhaps his odd nerdy charm was working on her, making her a little drawn to him? She had been very pleasantly surprised during the car ride. That part of the plan had turned out to be much more fun than Amara had anticipated. He was not only quite submissive in nature, as she had learned in Boston, but also a lot of fun to tease. So expressive when struggling and with a not-so-little surprise hiding in his pants.
Hearing Ian plead to cum yesterday had given Amara a rush, and now her reminiscence made her feel the telltale signs of arousal. Blood pumped through her body, and her nipples grew sensitive. While adjusting her bra, her fingers slid past her nipple; the accidental touch sent a spark through her. Her eyes closed, and she squeezed her breasts briefly before a hand slid down her body, pulling at her dress. Her hands moved with purpose and slipped between her legs. It was cramped in her chair, and she scooted forward, spreading her legs, the hand pressed firmly against her sex, and the professor had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Flushed, she withdrew her hand and reached for the water bottle, and took a sip. This was not the time nor the place, no matter how excited she was.
She had already begun formulating an answer, but she closed the window and discarded the draft. Instead, she stood up and headed for Ian's office to acknowledge his breakthrough. An email wouldn't do at all.
Her heart pumping hard in her chest, and her cheeks flushed. She had not left the excitement behind in her office, and she forced herself to walk slower. The door to Ian's office was open, and Amara slipped in quietly. Behind the desk, Ian was deep in thought, studying, and making notes. He had not heard her. Amara paused; Ian looked so cute sitting there, so focused on his work. She had never noticed it before, but he was rather broad-shouldered. She pushed the door close behind her leaning against it. The dull sound made Ian look up from his desk. In that first second, as he discovered who disturbed him, a flash of raw desire replaced his initial surprised expression before Ian collected himself and put on his usual polite facade.
"I saw your email, so you really think that three symbols make a character?" Amara asked and started toward the desk. Ian nodded in response, putting his pencil down. "If you are right, this is amazing!" She continued, "perhaps we can discuss it over lunch? My treat." Amara put on her most cheery and upbeat expression. Ian looked at his watch; it hadn't been ten minutes sínce he sent the email. She looked ravishing; her tight dress hugged her curvy figure elegantly, her face so full of color, she even sounded a little out-of-breath. Now he had her full attention; Ian felt his confidence rise, already standing to follow her but paused, looking down at his current task. Play it cool, he thought to himself.
"Sure, I was just in the middle of something. Can you give me a few minutes?"
"Of course," Amara answered and dropped to the chair in front of his desk. She pulled out her phone and started answering some dull administrative emails when a wicked idea came to her. Just the thought made her smile. She saved the draft she had been writing and put the phone away.
Crossing her legs, Amara reached for the buckle on her heel. Slowly removing the shoe from her right foot and placing it on the ground. Her fingers slid over the curves of her foot and toes, pretending to massage the soreness away. Taking her time nuzzling each toe, stretching, and bending her foot. Her little performance was supplemented by a deep relaxed sigh, drawing Ian's gaze from his work to her. Pretending not to notice him looking, she repeated the procedure with her left foot, giving Ian ample time to watch her legs and feet. Her dress had risen seductively far up her thighs, and the view was more than enough to distract the involuntary celibate Ian. Slowly she donned her shoes again, and without ever looking up, she lacily reached for her phone. Behind the desk, Ian was having difficulties coping with the view, his mouth dry as he attempted to adjust things without being too obvious. Equally relieved and disappointed that Amara had refocused on her phone, Ian looked back at the task in front of him but found he had completely lost track of where he was.
On the other hand, Amara hurriedly typed away on her phone and pressed send on her text message. Then she rose, "look at you all focused and hardworking - maybe you deserve a little treat?" Amara's voice was dripping with mischievous intent as she circled the desk. Straightening her dress, she sat down on the desk, half on top of Ian's work. Her eyes dropped to his crotch. "Uhh, someone seems to agree," she chuckled. Her perfume filled the air, and she leaned forward. Amara's fingers slowly reached his thigh and slid along the inside. In his pants, Ian's cock gave an involuntary twitch.
"Oh my! Someone is excited today," Amara said as she slipped from the desk and sank to her knees next to Ian's chair, and then proceeded to carefully unbutton his pants.
