The Student and her Professor

I walk into my last poli sci class before I graduate. I have taken classes from you before and enjoyed everything about them. Especially you. I am enthralled with everything about you - how animated you get in class; your looks, goatee, glasses, always a tie, and your clear passion for the subject material.

This year, I am determined that you will finally notice me. I sit front and centre in the lecture hall, surrounded by my friends. They all know how much I like taking your classes, but they think it is because I enjoy you as a teacher. They don't realize the real reason that I take them is that I am half in love with you. I watch as your hands fly around as you are explaining something, and I smile to myself. I think of those hands touching me and making me moan.

I am wearing something simple for the first class. Tight, ripped jeans and a cardigan sweater that leaves my taut midriff bare. The first few buttons are undone and a lacy bralette peeks out.

A few of my male classmates come up to me and start talking to me before class. I am friendly, but reserved enough that no one pursues me further after a few minutes of conversation.

You walk up to the lectern and my eyes pivot to you. You are probably in your mid-40's. Some salt and pepper speckling your goatee. You are wearing a dress shirt, tie, and khakis - your usual outfit. Nothing that special, but to me, you are so good looking. I can't take my eyes off of you during your lecture and I think, but am not sure, that our eyes have met several times during class. I test it by giving you a small smile after you tell a joke, and I see your eyebrows raise in recognition that you got a response from me. I smile again and you smile back quickly before moving onto the next part of your lecture.

This, of course, thrills me and I can't help but sit up a little straighter and play with the next button on my sweater. I can tell that you notice this as you keep stealing glances back at me to see if I dare to unbutton one more and show more of my bralette. I smile to myself and when class is over, I bend forward to get my backpack and catch you looking at me again.

You loudly tell everyone that outlines for the term papers are due in a few weeks' time and that anyone having issues or difficulties can feel free to book a time to see you. I know right away that I will be doing this, not just for the extra help, but for some one on one time with you.

You, of course, are surrounded by students as everyone else files out of the room. I turn around and give you one more look as I walk out. I'm surprised that you are watching me and we lock eyes one more time before you quickly look back at the eager student desperate to get your attention.

Over the next several days, I work on my outline and think about you and the secret glances we shared.

At the next class, I try to dress a little provocatively to catch your attention. I wear tight jeans with high heels and a flannel shirt/ jacket that is buttoned at my torso.

I sit in the same place with my friends and we laugh and joke until you enter the lecture hall. I immediately stop talking. My friends think it is because I am serious about this class and want to get a good mark to push me further in my goals. While this is true, it is also because when you enter, my body goes electric and I can almost hear the crackles as you draw close to the front of the room.

As you are getting organized to start class, you look up from your briefcase and I take this moment to unbutton my jacket and take it off. Underneath I am wearing a baby tee which shows off my breasts and my torso. I toss my hair back and press my C cup sized breasts together with my arms as I lean over the desk.

I see your eyes widen as I do this, and you look down at your briefcase, flustered. I smile to myself as I know I have gotten your attention.

During class, I am busy taking notes from your PowerPoints and lecture, but I can feel your eyes returning to me again and again. I whisper quietly with my friends when there are a few moments, but when you are talking, I am always listening and following you with my eyes.

After class is over and you announce that outlines are due in a week, I put my jacket on, but don't button it up. I gather up my belongings and head down to where you are standing, again surrounded by the over-eager students who want you to notice them and pick them out to assist you in your research.

I stand back, outside the cluster, patiently waiting for everyone to have spoken with you. Once the stragglers have started to walk away, I approach you and ask you for some of your time in reviewing my outline. You agree to take a look and suggest Friday afternoon when it is a bit quieter on campus. We agree on a time, and I walk away shaking a bit, so nervous to have been so close to you.

The next day I know I have to dress just right for you. I pick a pair of cut off shorts that almost show the round of my buttocks, a low cut, tight, long sleeved shirt, and high heeled sandals.

I arrive at your office at the agreed upon time and knock on the door frame as your door is open. I hear your voice telling me to come in and I walk in and shut the door behind me.

I greet you and sit down across from your desk. We exchanged pleasantries and I cross my legs as I settle into your visitor's chair. I see your eyebrows slightly raise as I do this, but I don't make any sound or motion to suggest that I noticed.

We talk for several minutes about class and my thoughts on some of the participants. You don't make any comment when I mention all my over-eager classmates who fight for a moment of recognition from you. I know that you are too professional for that, but I want to draw a line between them and me.

You finally clear your throat and ask about my outline. I lean forward, ensuring that you get a good look at my untethered breasts, which I am sure you have already noticed because I could feel my nipples tightening up when I entered your office.

I pull the outline out of my backpack and instead of handing it to you, I stand up and walk next to where you are sitting and lay it on the desk in front of you.

You turn your chair to face your desk and look at my outline. I am standing next to you and bend down to look at the paper as well. I can smell your aftershave and I take a deep breath so it fills my lungs. As I bend down, my breasts brush against your arm. The first time this happens, I see you blush and apologize. I toss my hair and laugh softly and tell you it was my fault and it's fine.

I lean down again, and again I let my breasts brush and then rest on your arm. I see you open your mouth to say something, and then close it again. I point out something to you on my paper, and as I do my other hand naturally moves and rests on your back. Again, I see you open your mouth to say something, but then close it. You then point out something else on my outline, and as I bend over my hair brushes over the top of your head.

You start to lean back, and I move my body and my hand out of your way. You slowly turn your chair and have your hands clasped in front of you. I perch on the desk edge just inches away from you, and extend my legs out. We talk some more, and as I move my legs back and out of your way, I accidentally knock your leg with mine. I apologize and instinctually rub your knee where I knocked you. I freeze for a moment, realizing what I have done, completely out of habit. My hand rests on your knee, and I don't know what to do now.

I came here just to tease you a little and gauge your interest in me. I didn't intend to make the first move or to touch you in any way.

Your hand moves down to mine and I think you are going to remove it and explain how you can't have a teacher-student relationship as it goes against your code of conduct. Instead, you touch my hand very lightly. I look up at your face and see you staring at me intently. I smile very slightly as I am extremely nervous to be this close to you.

Your hand moves up my arm, over my shirt, and back down again. My eyes briefly close and they flutter open to you still looking at me. Your hand then moves to my thigh, and I hear you whisper how soft my skin is. I hear you moving your chair until you are right in front of me.

Your large hands move to the outside of my thighs and they just rest there. I hear you talking quietly and ask you to repeat yourself as I didn't hear you. You look at me and just whisper how this is so wrong. I'm your student, you don't even know my age. You could lose your job.

I tell you that I'm 21 and that I'm here because I want to be. I can decide what I want. I understand that won't matter if people find out, but I'm not going to share this with anyone.

Your hands start to move up my thighs of their own volition. Your head bends down and you kiss my knees. Very soft, light kisses. I can hear you groan softly and whisper, baby..

My hand caresses the top of your balding head and slides down your neck. Your mouth moves to my inner thigh and starts to desperately kiss it.

The collar of your shirt is loosened already as it is close to the end of the day and I am able to slip my hands under it and touch your shoulders. You make a keening noise and bite my inner thigh. You immediately kiss the spot where you bit and whisper 'oh baby I'm sorry'

You lean back and loosen your tie and take it off. I watch as you unbutton your shirt as well. You ask if this is okay and I nod, not daring to speak.

You look up at me and touch my shirt and ask 'can I' and I nod again. You pull my shirt up and over my head and throw it on a chair, taking your shirt off as well. Your well-defined torso comes into view.

You look me up and down and I squirm under your glance. You push me further onto the desk so I am fully sitting on it. Your hands squeeze my hips over and over as you look at me.

The back of your hand brushes up against my generous breast and your thumb twiddles with my nipple. I moan and my head falls back. My hair is tousled around my face and you push it back with your other hand. You stand up between my legs and I can see the outline of your cock through your dress pants. Your thumbs are over my nipples teasing them to attention while the rest of your hands cup my breasts. You squeeze them and whisper, so beautiful.

My hands move behind me on the desk to support myself. Your hands slide up and down my torso until they fall at the button of my jean shorts. You unbutton them and slowly unzip them exposing more creamy skin and white lacy panties.

You gasp and paw at my shorts, pulling them down my tanned legs to where my sandals are. You pull them off and sit down to take off my sandals. You slowly unfasten them and then take my foot in your hands. You kiss the top of my foot, kneading the bottom with your thumbs. I groan in pleasure and you bring my foot to your lips and kiss the arch. My other foot reaches around until I find your groin and I push my foot against your hard cock. I hear you moan against my foot and you thrust your groin into my other foot. My foot slides up and down and I take note of your size and girth.

You drop my foot and open your pants and let them fall to your feet. You are in your boxer briefs and your cock stands upright pushing the fabric askew. My eyes widen at the size of you, and I move my feet to it. I start to play with your cloth-covered cock. Rubbing up and down, moving the cloth so it rubs on your cock and creates friction.

You groan and rest your hands on my calves. I ask you to take off your boxer briefs and you quickly pull them off. My feet slide up and down your thighs, making you groan again. My feet slowly rise up your thighs to your groin. You look at me with wide eyes as my feet encircle your cock and I slowly start to stroke. Your legs tremble as your cock pushes through my feet and I push my legs back and it slides back through my feet again. I do that several more times as your eyes close and your breathing gets heavy.

You move close to me and my legs fall away from your cock. Your cock bobs as you walk up to me. You put your hands next to mine and your face moves close to mine. You look at me and put one of your hands on my face. We look at each other and you move in for our first kiss. We kiss so slowly. Long and deep and languorous.

Your fingers brush my cheek and push back into my hair curls. Your fingers clench into a fist around my hair and give my hair a slight pull close to my scalp. I moan your name and you push your cock into my panty covered mound. We continue to kiss as you whisper soft things to me. You push my panties aside and run your cock over my landing strip on my pussy. You tell me how sexy I am and how long you have wanted me. You tell me you need my panties off and you just rip them off of my body.

I watch you as you hold onto your large cock at the base. You run the tip up and down my opening, from far beyond my wet pussy up to my clit, where you swirl the tip over my engorged love button, up into my pubic hair. You leave drips and streaks of pre-cum over my clit and hair. You slide your cockhead over my soft, innermost thighs and I feel the warm, sticky liquid spurt from your hole.

I lean my body back as your cockhead massages my most secret places and my hips involuntarily press upwards to meet it. The tip slides to my entrance where it rests, throbbing. You wait for a sign from me that it is okay to continue, to take me as yours. I am silent, just feeling you there, waiting.

You move your cock away from my pussy and sit in your chair again. You move it between my legs and rest my feet on your shoulders. As you move towards me, my knees press backwards and I open up to you.

I can smell my desire for you and can feel my juices dripping onto your desk. You look at my almost bare mound, only a small landing strip of hair and bend your head down to it. I hear you take a deep breath and smell my need. I gasp as I feel your tongue take a slow exploratory lick of my pussy and my body shudders.

My hand touches the back of your head encouraging you to explore my depths further. Your tongue thrusts into my warm, wet pussy and I groan. I feel your hands on my inner thighs keeping them apart. Your fingers have separated my labia and I hear murmurs of approval. Your tongue goes deeper into me and my hips again press towards your mouth. Your nose finds my clit and nudges at it, making me gasp again. I feel you smile and your goatee rasps against my thighs.

Your thumb slides back my clitoral hood and exposes my throbbing clit. The pad of your thumb starts to flick my clit back and forth, and gives it a grinding rub. You start to suck up my juices as your tongue fucks my pussy, thrusting in over and over again.

I fall back on your desk and my hands find my breasts, squeezing, rubbing, and thumbing my nipples to hard peaks. My aureoles are tight and my palms rub on them in circles. My hips are thrusting now, over and over, pushing your mouth onto me.

I am gasping for air and I make a high pitched, keening sound. You move your mouth away and quietly shush me, then quickly moving back again to make love to me with your mouth.

I thrust one more time, and hold my hips against your mouth as you feel that rhythmic pulsations emanating from deep within my body. I hear you say 'yesssss' and drink my sweet secretions.

Once they have slowed, you stand up and hold your cock at its base again. And again, you slide it up and down my sopping pussy. You look at me and say one word - please.

I nod and in one swift motion, you push your large, thick cock into me. You groan as you are surrounded by my wet wanting. You pull out almost completely and push into me again. You do this over and over, revelling in the feeling. The next time you do this, you rotate your hips, grinding into me. Your cock touching every inch of my pussy. I can feel the head pushing against my apex, thrumming on my cervix. Over and over. You close your eyes and rub your hands on my thighs and buttocks.

I can see your face starting to contract, and a look of intense pleasure comes over your face. Your thrusts get harder, faster, and my hips rise up to meet yours. You thrust one last time and push your cock deep into me. You hold there and I can feel the swash of your ejaculate splash against my cervix. You thrust again, and hold and I feel another. And another. And another.

Once you are fully sated, you bend down over me and kiss me hungrily. Our lips meet in a long, wet, hungry kiss. A kiss that tells us that our encounter has awakened a deep hunger for each other's bodies that will not be soon satisfied.