I have taught a lot of students in the past ten years. While many of them have been bright and charming, most have simply been dull and self-absorbed.
Things changed when you came into my classroom for the first time. There is an energy and enthusiasm about you that is just so captivating. Your ready smile and hearty laugh made me notice you.
The intensity of your attention during lecture is white hot. For the first few weeks of class I can’t help but notice you sitting in the front row. Most of my female students are girls really, still immature and relatively ignorant to the ways of the world. You are a woman, mature in your attitudes and confident in your abilities. I have found myself teaching more to you, directing my lectures for your consideration and approval.
It seems that you have increased your awareness of me as well. You have probably been coming to this evening class right after work, dressed in a feminine and business like manner. Your skirts are short enough to show off your shapely legs and hug your hips closely enough to give the contours of your luscious ass. The cut of your blouses simply emphasize your full firm tits. The colors you wear highlight the warm chocolate tones of your complexion. You look so sexy and inviting while still maintaining your professional bearing and serious interest.
In the last couple of classes, have I noticed you smiling at me in a more inviting manner? Have your skirts gotten shorter and your blouses tighter? I must be imagining this. I wonder what you wear under your business suits. Stockings and garters? Lacey, sheer bras and panties or none at all?
I need to get my desire for you under control. As a professor at this good university and as a married man I shouldn’t be having such thoughts about you, about us. It keeps getting harder and harder for me to concentrate on the class lecture as you sit there making a portion of me harder as images of us entwined, sweaty and moaning simply race through my mind and compete with my attention to the class subject.
On more than one occasion, I have lost my train of thought while lecturing. I recover by moving to the podium to get a drink of water and hide my bulging erection from the class. At times like this you seem to be eyeing me intently and smiling beautifully and naughtily at me at the same time. Do you know? How could you?
At mid semester it becomes time to meet with all of my students, one on one, to assess their progress in the class and to help with any problems and struggles. When it is time to set up an appointment with you, I offer an evening time since it may be more convenient for a working professional. My office hours are during the day and I have never done this for anyone else before but I want to please you, make you happy.
This is also an evening when my wife will be out of town giving a lecture to a women’s group. I don’t know what I am thinking. Actually, I do but I push the thought out of my head. I am a happily married man and judging by the ring on your finger, you are a married woman. Nothing will happen between us, I simply have to get control of my fixation and my rampant imagination.
When the time comes, you are knocking punctually at my office door. As I come to the door and offer you a seat at the side of my desk, I cannot help but let my eyes wander your contours. Such womanly and inviting curves. You certainly must have wowed everyone at the office today.
The sheer ivory stockings and spiked heels highlight the sexy shape of your legs. It seems that one extra button on your blouse is undone. You are showing soft, warm, chocolate cleavage that makes me whimper. Did you hear it, I hope not. I can see the outline of your bra under your blouse hugging and supporting your firm tits but not covering them. I cannot help but stare at your inviting ass as you bend to sit in the chair.
My cock is hard and straining the zipper of my pants. I can only hope that you don’t notice as I try to move quickly around my desk to my office chair. As I sit down, I look at you. I have never had the chance to look into your eyes. Deep brown pools that draw me in and get me lost.
You address me, “Professor…”
I interrupt and tell you “Kendra, call me Ross. You are not some silly college girl but a professional woman and we are peers.”
Smiling, you say “Thank you Ross. How do you think I am doing in your class?”
Before I can answer, my eyes wander down your body and back up pausing at your tits. Are your nipples hard and poking through the sheer, silky material of your blouse?
“Ahem, I th-think you are doing wonderfully, Kendra. You are an attentive student who obviously knows what is going on and what I want from my students.”
A sly smile moves across your face and then you stand up over me and tell me in no uncertain terms, “I know what you want from your students, particularly this student!”
I stand up moving back half a step, “Kendra, you don’t understand…”
You move a step closer so that I have no breathing room. I can feel the warmth of your body, so close to mine. Looking sternly at me now, you tell me, “I understand perfectly. You want to fuck me, don’t you? Admit it. It won’t help you to deny it.”
My mind races with thoughts and words, all jumbled and none true. How am I going to deny it? My hard, throbbing cock is straining at the zipper of my pants. You are so close to me that I can smell your perfume and it is only making me want you more. I want to inhale it while gently nibbling on your neck and earlobes, wrapped in a tight embrace with you.
The truth prevails, “Kendra, I will admit to having impure thoughts about you but I am a happily married man. I wouldn’t ever do anything to jeopardize that.”
Smiling wickedly, you ask, “Have you ever cheated on your wife, Ross?”
