The handsome thirty-five year old Henry Crock had been teaching Art History for non majors for almost twelve years at State University and he was getting frustrated at many of the students' attitude. Caroline Gower was a perfect example of a brilliant student who thought she could walk through the class and still get an 'A'. She received great marks on all her tests but handed in two of her project assignments late. On the second occasion Henry got frustrated and gave her an 'F'. He figured that would teach her a lesson.
And that was the reason he found Caroline at his office door that afternoon asking for a meeting. As attractive as the five foot eight inch blonde was, the sight of Caroline Gower irritated Henry. He knew what she was there for as he had her take a seat opposite his desk.
"Professor Crock, I need to get an 'A' in this course."
"It's a little late to be talking to me about grades, Miss Gower. With the term ending next week you couldn't get an 'A' even if you aced the final."
"But I had an 'A' on all my tests."
"I'm aware of that. But you submitted both of your projects late and that is a grade drop no matter what your scores are."
"But professor, I was only a day late."
"One day is late. I'm sorry, Caroline. And now I have to get to my next class."
"Can I meet with you again?"
"If you like. My door is always open."
The next day after the last class Henry found Caroline at his office door once more but this time she was provocatively dressed in a short skirt and sexy blouse. Henry took notice of the outfit and wondered if it was for his benefit. He was soon convinced when Caroline let the skirt ride up her long shapely legs as she sat down. Her blouse which barely covered her ample chest was also opened one button too low for a student in his office.
"What can I do for you Caroline?"
"I was wondering if I could do an extra credit project to raise my grade."
He had a feeling she would ask that question. He took a brief moment and analyzed her. It wasn't the first time he looked at her as a woman. He had noticed her attractiveness in class several times. Caroline was always flaunting her curvy figure around the campus. Caroline was well aware of the attention her breasts and tight ass got from the boys and men she passed and she was used to getting her way from the male population by teasing her way through life.
"It's a little late in the term for-"
"I've heard you are an excellent artist and I thought maybe I could pose for you."
"Pose?"
"Yes. Any way you like. I've been told I have a good body. Many people have told me I should be a professional model."
With those words Caroline began opening her blouse. Henry's mouth opened as if he was going to say something to stop her but nothing came out. It was as if his eyes overtook control of his mouth saying, "Don't say anything to stop this revelation!".
Henry fought with his inner feelings. One side of him said this was totally unethical while the other side was filled with lust, curiosity and a desire to see what may be a classic body underneath those frilly clothes.
Caroline stood up as she peeled off her blouse and tossed it to the chair she just emptied. She stood there with a subtle smile modeling the lacey bra that encased her luscious breasts. She could see her professor's eyes widen as he stared at her body. His mouth was still slightly open but he didn't say anything so she reached for the clasp of her bra and unhooked it.
Henry froze as Caroline revealed her breasts. He marveled at their perfection. Large, round, symmetrical, pert, almost too good to believe. He could feel himself weaken as things inside his mind and body reacted to the sight before him. He suddenly paraphrased a quote in his mind, "Are these the breasts that launched a thousand ships?" in other words Helen of Troy might have had a body like this. Then the reason for the Trojan War would have made sense.
Seeing her body's effect on the male before her, Caroline didn't hesitate to reach for her skirt, unsnapping it and peeling it off in a quick move that almost startled the weakening man. The skirt landed on the bra and blouse now lying on the chair. Caroline struck a seductive pose.
Henry began to breathe deeply. Caroline had not been wearing panties. She stood before him totally naked except for her tennis shoes. Did she go through the entire day without panties or did she remove them before she entered his office, he wondered. Nevertheless her clean shaven pussy was now on display just like her breasts and Henry couldn't remember ever seeing a more desirable, perfect body.
The quiet that filled the office was only broken by the sound of Henry's breathing. Caroline took the moment to rotate slowly knowing all the time that her backside was just as attractive as her front.
When Henry saw her beautiful ass he thought of a stone sculpture, perfect and hard, tempting any human to approach and touch it to convince themselves it was not an illusion. When Caroline was facing him again she spoke.
"Do you like my body? It's all real you know. No plastic or surgery or anything. You can touch it if you don't believe me."
Henry slowly got out of his chair and approached the vision before him. The five foot ten inch man had broken up two months ago with his long time girlfriend and was anxious on many levels to make contact with female flesh. By now his ethical side was fading fast. He had no love for Caroline only a lust that came from an educated desire long suppressed by society's limitations. An opportunity like this may never come again. A chance to engage with something near perfection.
As he stood next to Caroline he took in the work of art before him. Though her body was ideal her face was slightly flawed. Not just because her green eyes were microscopically too close together but her expression brought with it an arrogant effect. Snotty remarks she made in class including the put downs and sarcasm aimed at her classmates who didn't measure up to her intelligence level. Henry had noticed several times how much the students disliked Caroline and how she didn't seem to care what they thought. Caroline's bitchy attitude in class spoiled perfection in the vision before Henry.
But that didn't prevent him from reaching out and touching the shoulders covered with silky, soft skin. He wanted to start there first and work his way down. Caroline licked her full pouting lips as she felt his cool hands come in contact. She could see the admiration on his face and knew her power over him was growing fast.
Years ago boys had introduced her to the world of sex in the wooded park behind her house and even though she was a willing participant she eventually realized how they were taking advantage of her. Now she was in charge. But the expression on the professor's face was not unlike the one on the boys that first watched her undress in the park back then.
Henry moved his hands down off Caroline's shoulders and traced a line from her neck down to her firm breasts. Using his finger tips to sense the softness he circled the erect nipples then took hold of both breasts in his hands. They seemed so perfect he could hardly believe they were real but the touch of them convinced him. He could have stood there for a long time examining them but his hands wanted to continue their exploration of Caroline Gower's incredible body.
