She had been watching him, watching his every move that day. It was the first day of real term time after freshers week, she was in her first lecture and she was mesmerised. The lecturer introduced himself as Nathaniel, he had a doctorate in cognitive psychology and he was heading a research experiment into face recognition. He was also tall with darkish hair but she couldn't see the colour of his eyes from the back of the lecture hall, but that didn't seem to matter. He was watching the way he moved, slow smooth and deliberately confident in his young 30ish body, that seemed to ripple beneath hid shirt as he leaned on the desk talking to the class of 200 or more.
The more she watched the way he walked, the way words seem to fall from his mouth and the way his dark hair was pulled back from his face in a quirky pony tail, the more she didn't listen to the content of what he was saying but just listening to the rise and fall in tone of his voice, and watching his chest expand with intakes of breath. She stayed like this for the duration of the 2 hour lecture, she listened to everything he said but heard nothing except her own heart beating.
The end of the lecture came too soon, she went home and thought about Nathaniel, she wanted him. And she always got what she wanted. Her deep green eyes dark hair and petit frame made sure of that. She lay on her single bed smoking a cigarette watching the smoke curl towards the dirty off white ceiling, thinking. She knew what she had to do; she would sign up for Nathaniel's experiment tomorrow.
The next day she did exactly that and was lucky that she got an appointment for that afternoon, she smiled and flashed her green eyes at the male research assistant who made it possible and flicked her hair as she left the sign up room, her mind on what she should wear.
At precisely 6.30pm she walked towards Nathaniel's building, she went up one flight of stairs before she came to his office, his door was shut, room 130 a, yep, this was it, she settled herself, running over her plan in her head. Ok. Time to go. She knocked on his door,
"Come in"
She pushed open the door, Nathaniel was sitting at his desk, and he had hardly glanced up,
"You must be belle, nice to meet you," it was then his eyes left the paperwork on his decrepit old desk, they fell first on her slim legs that were sat beneath her slightly to short skirt, then up to her white blouse, her pert young breasts straining against the material, she wasn't wearing a bra. Then lastly they fell into her almost emerald eyes.
"Um, the, the test suit is next door."
He managed to stutter, she smiled, and this was going according to plan.
"Do you want me now?"
"Pardon?" Nathaniel looked slightly abash.
"Do you want me to do the experiment I mean," She giggled in a shy way.
"Sure, follow me"
Nathaniel got up and passed her, slightly too closely as he walked through the offices narrow doorway. He was slightly confused, he knew she was stunning but he wasn't quite sure if she was as sexual as her clothes omitted, she seemed too cute. That didn't stop him however from undressing her mental in a quick but satisfactory manner.