I am a Registered Nurse from the UK but over the past few years have been in the USA completing a PhD and am now continuing you my advanced education, training to be a Certified Registered Nurse Anaesthetist. One of our lecturers is an elderly gentleman Professor, of whom on the whole I think very highly. Never-the-less, he is in his early eighties and some of his subjects I lectured on as part of my PhD. Sadly, much of his substance is so out of date it is unbelievable, a fact which is unfair to his students who are paying a lot of money to complete this course.
One lunch break my colleagues and I were discussing his lectures and I, being a PhD, was asked by the group if I would represent them and talk to the Dean of the Faculty, a very beautiful woman for whom I have had the hots for some considerable time, I also had a sneaking suspicion that those desires were reciprocal. However, as to the subject in hand, I was initially somewhat concerned, but in the end I felt that this subject was so important it had to be challenged. So it was that I made an appointment but a day or so later found myself considering that this appointment might also become an opportunity to see if my observations could be proven correct. One clue I thought might be, that if she was to make the appointment late in the day, perhaps, just perhaps, she might be considering the same as I.
Walking through the Department of Nursing I was really quite struck as to the absence of a large number of people, why I don't know for the Department closes at 1600 hours. And only the Evening Managerial Staff were around. The Deans Office is at the far, far end of the Department, and the offices of the evening and night nursing management team are just at the entrance of the Department. So where the Dean's Office is located, all was silent.
It was an environment, that for me, as a former, and hopefully again in the future, Director of Operating Theatre Nursing, seemed somewhat disassociated from the normal run-of-the-mill rush and tumble of such a department. Further, given that my appointment was not until 1730 hours (5:30 pm.,) this whole situation seemed to be confirming my former prophecy that if my suspicions were correct about the Dean, that the appointment would be late in the day.
As for me and my ensemble I was going to dress to kill: I wore no bra, only a light white silk/cotton top that is finely lace like embroidered across the tits and forms a "V" down into my cleavage. Not that a 34C provides much cleavage, but my nipples when stimulated make up for a lot! A black, 'somewhat' (Cough, splutter!!) short skirt which came about two-thirds down my thighs, but sported, once again a fine lacy pattern down the left side, diagonally across to my navel. Plain on the right except for a seam split to almost two-thirds of its length. When I sat at the most propitious angle, my Garter belt and suspendered black fishnet stockings on the split side, exposed a very nice amount of thigh. I was going to wear "Fuck Me" red high-heels but instead opted for mauve. After all, I doubted, and admit hoped, that she would not even look that far south anyway! Ha, ha.
Knocking on her door I was invited in and oh baby, what she was wearing, although not quite as flamboyant as my rig, she never-the-less looked "Oh so fucking sexy." Normally she wears a very businesslike navy-blue suit, white blouse top under her jacket and low, black heels, always very professional. Not so now!
She was wearing a very high quality, all in one gray, slim line dress that really showed her figure. Narrow shoulder straps and the front dipped beautifully into her cleavage. Although I was WELL aware of the quality of her tits, this was the first time I had seen her displaying such an amazing amount of cleavage and it was "Sexy!" Running the entire length, top to bottom down the front of that dress was a zipper which at its top had a small ring, not unlike a key-ring, and it actually made my index finger twitch just wanting to loop into it and unzip this gorgeous woman. Sent shivers down my spine!
I knew my attire had quite an effect on her, because when she opened the door, her voice went up a couple of decibels as she asked me to come in and have a seat.
Before sitting I moved the chair further back from the desk; after all, one does not want to dress for a part and not have the bits and pieces inadequately displayed! Naturally as I sat, I apologised for my attire, explaining that I had a party to go to later and although I didn't really want to go, I felt obliged to make an appearance.
"It does not start until eight, but I would not have time to return home and change, so I 'came prepared' as they say!"
The look on her face was astonishing as I sat down, because as I did so my thighs were momentarily apart and she obviously got a minuscule glimpse of my Gold Thong.
Shall we say: she did nothing to disenchant my thoughts that I was right about her, that she did have the hots for me! After that glimpse of my thong she was breathing rather heavily, and I have to say her breathing made her tits looks amazing every time she breathed in.
As I sat down it felt that she had become a little, shall I say, fidgety; so I angled myself to my right, and although I have only small breasts, that's where her eyes were now looking, directly at my now enlarged bra-less nipples, an enigma caused after seeing her tits move when I first came in. This was luscious and I was enjoying myself!
After a little small talk, I began to express my concerns and present my groups opinions as to the subject in hand, as I did so I again momentarily opened my thighs as I now turned to my left, exposing the split and my suspendered stocking top. Wow, her eyes almost popped out, immediately looking at that split.
This is where she took me a little by surprise! First she told me that there had been some concerns expressed as to this ageing professor, the main complication being his tenure, but yes, she would like to talk more on it, if I had the time and the opinion of a PhD would be appreciated.
"Um, I know you have something to go to later, but do you drink wine?"
"Yes, I do." This was when surprise number two popped up!
"Come with me, let's find somewhere a little more comfortable."
So saying she showed me into a small, but comfortable anteroom behind her desk.
