It was my first semester of college, and things were not going well in my business class; I didn't really like it, so I skipped class a lot, and now I found myself in danger of failing. I wasn't sure what to do, but I figured going in to talk to the professor wouldn't be a bad idea. He seemed nice and understanding enough, maybe I could explain my situation and see if I could do some extra research or write an extra credit paper... We would see.
I was nervous about seeing my professor; after all, I skipped his class all the time; but, it was close to the final and I had to gather my courage. I did, and went to see him during his office hours.
I shyly knocked on his door. "Yes?" Professor Roth answered. I walked in, closing the door behind me. "Ah, Veronica, how nice to see you... I don't get much of a chance for that in class." I blushed embarrassed—I knew I didn't come to class much. But Professor Roth seemed nice, like he wanted to help. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable. And do take that cardigan off, it's hot in here today, the AC is broken," he smiled.
I hesitated—I had rushed out of my apartment this morning, and had been in too much of a hurry to slip on a bra.
I was wearing a slinky see-through top, one I used to sleep in, and had just slipped on my cardigan on top. But I did what he said, and took it off; he looked at me, and his eyes widened—I don't think he was expecting what he saw, my large heavy breasts bare beneath my ever so flimsy excuse for a top.
As I sat there for that uncomfortable moment, almost bare breasted, I realized I was turned on. The professor was older than me, much older, maybe in his late forties? But he was brilliant, and that turned me on, and he had this deep, sexy voice; he also kept himself fit, and he was definitely handsome. An idea was beginning to form in my head...
"Professor Roth, I am so sorry I've missed so many of your classes, I have had a rough semester," I began. I could tell he was half listening to me, half distracted by my now erect nipples that were clearly visible under my top. I took advantage of my position and leaned forward, allowing my top to slip further down. I stood up as I talked and came closer to his desk, sitting seductively on the corner of it. I was wearing a short black plaid skirt, and I spread my legs a little, allowing him a view of my crotch.
He was clearly having a hard time concentrating on my words, and began mumbling back a response as he discreetly peaked beneath my skirt. I wanted to give him a hand, so I began playing with the edges of my skirt, rolling it up, as if I weren't even paying attention to what I was doing. Next thing I knew, I had rolled it all the way up to my waist, so I decided that I might as well just take it off, so I slipped it off by pulling it up my body and discreetly dropping it to the floor.