I floated back to my dorm room that late March evening, returning from Professor Walton's home. I could still taste him in my mouth and the memory of what had just taken place was reverberating in my head. While slightly disappointed that I had not been allowed my own release, I was buoyed by the knowledge that such a distinguished member of my college's faculty had achieved such a mammoth orgasm and flooded my mouth with his seed.
I increased my pace as I thought about taking care of my own needs as soon as my dorm room door closed. But then I remembered the Professor's command to not orgasm until Friday when I returned to see him. I smiled at the thought. This was going to be sweet torture. My panties were soaked, but I'd make good on my promise and wait for the dam to burst on my next visit in two days. The magnitude of what we'd started was overwhelming my thoughts. So I threw myself into my studies the next two days and tried to temper my growing arousal for this man.
Attending his class the next day was an exercise in focus. I needed to listen and take notes; not smile to myself at the fact that out of all the hot young coeds in our class, it was me Professor Walton had chosen as his assistant. He paid no special attention to me in class; he never did. Knowing our secret as he commanded the dais and wove his professorial magic just aroused me all the more. Tomorrow, I thought to myself, he promised to focus on me. The thought went straight to my pussy and I squirmed in my seat through the entire class.
I arose early on Friday for Econ class and as soon as it was over I returned to my dorm to ready myself for my twice weekly visit to the Professor's office. We had found a balance that allowed for me to continue assisting in editing his book, but also allowed us time to explore our growing needs.
I'd almost forgotten about the small gift he'd given me that I'd stuffed in my bag before leaving him on Wednesday. I fished it out, slid off the bow and opened the box. Inside, folded neatly and wrapped in tissue, was a tiny pair of sheer black panties. They felt so dainty as I held them up and smiled at what must have been going through the Professor's mind when he purchased them. They were side tie panties in black lace with a small delicate red bow in the middle. I knew exactly how they'd fit me and just what they would showcase. I smiled at his cheekiness.
I spent the early afternoon getting ready and gathering my senses. I showered and shaved, lotioned and primped. I wanted to be totally worthy of his attention. I spent more time than usual trying to look like I was not wearing make-up. As the early afternoon ticked by, I finally arose to get my clothes on and get ready to leave. I donned his gift and admired how they looked in the mirror. Oh, he was going to love these - no wonder he'd purchased them. They clung to my pussy and accentuated the gentle rise of my pubic mound so nicely - as, I was quite sure, was his intention.
I pulled a long wrap-around dress from my closet. It was not something I'd normally wear - it was far too revealing for mass consumption. But it seemed perfect for this occasion. The beauty of the dress was that it was attached in only one spot - a large button over the right hip. All it took was one slip of the button and the dress unfurled and fell away. I chose to wear it without a bra so my nipples would be clearly on display. It had a strategically placed slit that allowed the left leg to protrude to the upper thigh. Although the dress was clingy and vaguely showed the bikini bows on my hips below, I somehow didn't think the good Professor would mind.
I also noticed that the cut and cling of the dress showed off the way my mound rose from between my thighs and below my tummy. He was going to love this. I had left my heels in his office so I donned sensible walking shoes, put on my long overcoat and left the dorm so to be there at precisely 4pm.
Several people smiled at me as I walked across campus and toward Professor Walton's home. I finally realized that they were smiling at me because I was absolutely beaming. I did my best to contain my excitement and felt my heart beating rapidly as I ambled down his tree-lined street. The windows in his office glowed warmly as I walked up the brick walk to his stoop. I took a deep breath and entered.
I turned to see him seated at his desk as I closed the door. I noticed his usually cluttered desk was completely cleared off. I smiled at what this might mean as I took off my overcoat and hung it on the coat rack.
"Ms. Beck. Welcome to my humble abode," he bellowed with considerable glee.
I thanked him and walked over to my workstation to retrieve my heels. I could feel his eyes on me as he surveyed the body-clinging wrap I was wearing for his benefit. As I sat down on his sofa to put on my heels, my dress fell away at the slit and exposed my left leg up to well above mid-thigh. I peeked over and saw the Professor eyeing me carefully as I tied the thin straps around the ankle of each heel.
Satisfied, I stood and straightened myself out before slowly wandering toward him. I knew he'd want to approve my appearance before we got to work - and possibly take my dress off. I felt so exposed in this dress, but could also read approval in his eyes as I approached.
"Very nice, Ms. Beck. How lovely you look on this Friday afternoon." I felt his eyes wash up and down my body. "Come. Stand closer. Lean against my desk, please." He rolled his chair back to allow me room as I moved in front of him and leaned my ass back on the edge of his desk, facing him. I put my arms behind me to support myself and tilted my hips forward slightly to accentuate what I knew he wanted to see.
"Oh, Altina. Look, dear girl, at the lovely shape of your breasts," he crowed, as he peered at my stiff poking nipples. "And, my goodness, how can I possibly resist the subtle rise of your mons Venus?" he exclaimed excitedly. As I expected, this position forced my mound to push out from the tight fabric stretched across my hips and belly. Professor Walton's eyes were glued to my sex as he rolled slightly closer to inspect. "Just exquisite, young lady. My goodness."
He reached out his large hands and rested them on my hips. He didn't touch me directly; he moved his hands around my center and never let his eyes stray from the soft round bulge that he clearly cherished.
"Such a lovely dress, Ms. Beck. It showcases your incredible body so clearly. Excellent choice. But...perhaps removal is in order before you begin your work for the day," he stated with conviction.
"Of course, Professor. It's all quite easy...just unbutton right down here," I said, pointing to the large button on my hip, "and it should all open up for you."
He looked up at me expectantly and reached down and fumbled sweetly with the button. As it gave way I lifted my body off the desk and he slowly unwrapped me. His eyes were wide and his mouth open as he unveiled my body. I assisted by twisting a little this way and that to free the shift from my body.
As it fell free and dropped to the floor, Professor Walton moved back slightly to admire the end result. I felt totally exposed, yet also quite comfortable. I was now in only my heels and the panties that the Professor had given me at our last meeting. He eyed me hungrily before looking up into my eyes.
"Ah, Ms. Beck. Such pulchritude - you truly are stunning."
"Such what?" I asked defensively.
