One of the biggest regrets I have, in my life, is dropping out of college in my late teens. I was a lazy and arrogant teen and struggled with school but went off to college anyway. I only lasted a semester and a half before I gave up and quit.
Later in life, as I saw my future going nowhere, I decided to go back. I was worried I would struggle and quit as I did before, but this time it was much easier, even with a family and a demanding full-time job. Being in my early 40's I thought people would see me differently, but everyone was welcoming and friendly.
I decided to work towards a degree I thought would be fun and rewarding, so I chose journalism. A few things stood out to me, one being the ease of the work, I asked myself if school had always been this easy and I was just lazy. Another was how the female students dressed. Maybe it was the beautiful Arizona weather, or the need for attention at a young age, but they were quite the distraction walking between classes. And lastly, I was a little shocked by the amount of attention one of my journalism professor game me.
Professor Richards was always helping me with whatever I needed and being the driving force behind my desire to succeed. She was the head of the journalism department and that meant I would be seeing a lot of her over the course of my enrollment. She was a former news anchor from a big city on the East coast and she dressed the part every day of class.
She showed up in heels, tight skirts and blouses so tight the buttons were about to pop off and reveal her more than ample breasts. She had long silky-smooth legs with thick thighs, almost as if she was a professional dancer. She had a walk like no one else and when she walked down the hall with her heels clacking against the tile floor, every head turned to look.
I'm not sure if she saw something in me that deserved extra attention or if she just liked the company of someone close to her age, but she asked me on many occasions to stay after class and work together on a story. She would sit next to me at the computer and her perfume, combined with her breasts trying so desperately to break free of her clothing often clouded my mind, but I stayed focused. I swear one of the after-school sessions I saw the top of her stockings and the garter strap holding them up when she went to sit next to me.
Towards the end of my time, I was invited to a fancy reward reception at a large banquet hall. When I asked if any of the other students were going, she replied with a no, it was just me and her. I showed up in my best suit and when I saw her at the top of the escalator waiting for me, my heart skipped a couple beats. She looked steller in a black sequined evening dress. It had a deep v neck that expertly showed the inner sides of her tits, a long slit on the side showing her smooth silky thigh, and black heels with red bottoms that drove me crazy.
She greeted me when I got to the top of the escalator and took my arm as we walked down the hallway, her heels clacking along the way. I felt as though people were staring at her and wishing that her dress would fall open or some other form of miracle would take place where her clothes would vanish off her body. We made it to our table, everything about the place was classy, nice tablecloths, waiters with the white towel on their arm. It turned out to be a luncheon for the college as they handed out awards to past students.
We sat next to each other and watched to show until about three quarters of the way through, I felt a hand on my thigh. I jumped a little at the unexpectedness and I looked over at her, she was still watching the ceremony and saying hi to the people she knew as they walked by. The hand squeezed my thigh softly and the fingers crept around to the inside until the tips were touching my balls through my slacks. I felt a little uncomfortable and nervous but my cock began to stiffen. She felt it too and as she discovered its girth and length her head turned towards me in a snap.
