Two of my colleagues and I were studying in an empty room at the university when the professor of molecular biology came in, a subject we hated, but the professor is beautiful, an elegant and sensual blonde, with blue eyes, 31 years old. She was engaged and would be married in thirty days.
And apologized, wasn't going to bother us, just putting up a poster for a class she was giving there in the afternoon.
She wore high heels and a very exciting miniskirt.
She had to climb onto a chair to put up the poster. I helped her, steadying the chair and letting her lean on my shoulder to climb up.
When she had her arms raised putting up the sign, she said to me with pretended seriousness, "Don't look thereby at me under my clothes, you bastard." I ignored the warning and kept my eyes on her thick, beautiful thighs. She didn't complain anymore and let me look her at my ease.
When the placement of the poster ended and the professor got down from her chair, I returned to my seat, muttering something like 'lucky that he is'.
Professor Rose immediately wanted to know what I was babbling about her. I then said that I envied her fiancΓ©'s luck, who could see everything that I was just glimpsing.
Upon hearing this, Rose smiled and, standing in front of the three of us, lifted her very short skirt, showing us, in addition to her beautiful, very white and smooth legs, a pair of pink panties, small and so tight on her body that they highlighted her volume of the full and soft vulva.
We were appreciating the beautiful female body that was gracefully displayed to us, until one of the colleagues asked mischievously, "and the orchard?".