Being a college professor came with more perks than I could have ever known. I tell you, the students these days are sexier and hornier and flirtier than I would have ever thought possible. Being a woman professor, it was difficult to get along with my mostly male colleagues but getting along with my students has never been a problem.
Late in the spring semester I had a young student come to my office to inquire about my course for the Summer and Fall sessions. She was beautiful with full lips and perfect round tits with little nips poking out at me through her t-shirt. Her blonde hair came past her shoulders, her legs, tanned from the recent heat wave were deliciously brown against her jean cut-offs. I was getting warm in my slacks and button up shirt just looking at her.
“My name is Julie and I’m a sophomore” she said, “I came directly to you to find out how difficult your class is and what kind of assignments and projects you give.“
I explained my class was not a cakewalk but with organization and time management most students seem to pass. She seemed to be hesitant and I sensed worry in her deep blue eyes. I told her she could sit-in on my Summer course to see if she could handle the Fall course. She seemed reassured at the idea and she left my office smiling and left me with a slight little tingling between my legs.
It was about 5 weeks until the Summer session began and the image of Julie flashed into my mind a few times but by the first day of summer class I had pretty much forgotten our brief encounter until she walked into my class. She was still gorgeous with that blonde hair kissed by the sun, her shoulders slender and tanned brown and nipples straining against the cotton fabric of her tank-top with the outline of the curves of her breasts prominent through the thin material. Her legs seemed even longer in the super short shorts she wore. On her feet were sandals with just enough heel to make those calves cut.
She sat in the front row and I had a difficult time concentrating on taking the roll. When it came to handing out the course syllabus Julie spoke up and offered to help. As I handed her the stack of syllabuses, her hand brushed my breast, the electric feeling almost caught my breath, I searched her eyes for recognition of what had occurred and her gaze did not meet mine but her mouth had a sly smile that made me wonder if she if fact had brushed against me on purpose. Throughout the class as I lectured she took notes and every once in awhile I would catch her licking her lips, it seemed seductively or maybe I was just so turned on by her brief touch I imagined it.
At the close of class I asked to speak to Julie, she waited around while I answered questions from other students and filled out add slips. Finally we were alone and I told her I really appreciated her help today and If she needed any help with the class she had my email address and office number. She laid her books on the desk, she leaned down placing her palms flat on my desk, looked me deeply in the eyes and told me she was happy to help me and if I ever needed anything else from her all I had to do was ask. I know a flirt tactic when I see one and I was about to tell her exactly what I needed when another student walked into the classroom. Julie quickly picked up her books and was gone.
During that week I fantasized about Julie, I wondered if her round breasts were as tan as her shoulders. I wondered if she would have bikini lines under those short shorts of hers. I found myself daydreaming often in that week and I caught myself absently rubbing my crotch in my office late one evening. I shook my head to clear the fantasy away and tried to concentrate on preparing for the next class.
I woke up the day of class hoping she would be there. I had to tell myself it was silly getting all hot and bothered by a 20-year-old blonde and I needed to focus on my job. Class started and Julie was not there, I was disappointed, but relived that I could lecture without distractions. About 10 minutes into my lecture the door opened and in rushed Julie, a little out of breath
. She was wearing a sundress that stopped mid-thigh and showed off her beautifully tanned legs, and her cleavage was incredible, her hair was a little tousled but she looked stunning. She took a seat in the back of the auditorium. I have about 70 students in the class and my lectures are held in a campus auditorium that can hold up to 300 students, so there were a lot of empty seats and she took one about 3 rows up from the last occupied row.
As I continued with my lecture I would glance up her direction along with making sure I made eye contact with the other students. About 15 minutes after she got there I glanced in her direction, our eyes met and locked for a few seconds then she broke our gaze started to slowly look down toward her chest, as my gaze traveled downward I almost sucked in my breath.
Her dress was unbuttoned almost to the waist and two of probably the most perfect rounded, tanned breasts were exposed. I quickly looked down as I had lost my train of thought and rummaged through my notes. As I regain my senses and started to continue on I found I could not stop turning my gaze upward and to where those beautiful tits awaited my hungry eyes.
I don’t know how I manage to continue to lecture, but somehow I stayed on track. During the last part of my lecture I almost didn’t make it. When I glanced her way again she was arched backwards with her rounded firm globes pointing upward and she was running her hands from her rib cage up to those tits and she grabbed her nips with her fingers and twisted them. My mind was racing wildly, I almost lost my composure altogether.
I quickly finished my sentence and let class go telling them to consult the syllabus for the assignment due next week. My knees were too weak to go over the assignment with the class and my breath was coming short and fast. I gathered my materials in a rush to cover up my labored breathing. As students came up to me after class I told them I had an important meeting to get to and they would have to email or voicemail their questions.
