Only three weeks remained in the semester, and the pressure was starting to build. Denise, a college professor who taught a required senior course, looked up from the stack of papers on her desk and looked at the clock. Groaning at the realization that it was already past 8pm, she rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. "10 term papers graded, 20 to go," she thought to herself. She was contemplating whether to keep plugging away or call it a night when she was startled by a knock on her open door.
"Oh Kyle, hello!"
"Hi Professor," Kyle said, "Sorry if I caught you off-guard - did I just wake you up?"
Laughing, Denise reassured him, "No, no, you're fine - I was just thinking about everything I need to get done in the next few weeks. Students never realize that end of the semester is crunch time for us professors, too!"
Kyle smiled, "I know," he acknowledged as he hesitated nervously. "Ummm there was something I wanted to talk to you about. I know I don't have an appointment or anything, and I can come back another time when you have some free time, I'm sure you're trying to get home to be with your-"
"Have a seat," she interrupted, "you're already here and I could use a break. What's up?"
Denise had had a thing for Kyle since the first day of the semester when he walked into her classroom. He was the tall, athletic type - blond hair, blue eyes, and a broad, muscular chest beneath his snug-fitting A&F shirts, with huge biceps popping out of his shirt sleeves. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was funny, polite, and sweet in her class. Kyle had taken up residence in her spank tank, the object of many of her late-night fantasies and bedroom solo sessions. She could only imagine how much strength this stallion probably had in bed!
"Well, as you know, I'm supposed to graduate this semester, but those last two tests were really hard. I mean, I read the material and studied hard, but I failed both of them...," his voice trailed off in disappointment as she looked at him sympathetically. "So now I'm worried that I might not pass your class and be able to graduate!"
In her head, she began to think of ways she might be able to give him extra credit. Perhaps a few extra problems.. an extra article to read and write a paper on.. maybe help with grading these papers..
"So, Professor," he said as he sat down across from her and leaned forward, looking imploringly into her eyes, "is there anything I can do to get some extra points so I pass?"
"Hmmm.. let me take a look in my filing cabinet, I might I have something I used in a past semester that I could give you to work on."
Denise stood up and walked around to the other side of the desk where Kyle sat, brushing past him in the cramped office as she went to her cabinet. As she walked past him, she caught a whiff of his sexy, youthful cologne and breathed deeply to savor the scent.
As Denise leaned over to open the bottom drawer, Kyle couldn't help but admire her shapely ass, a mere foot away. She always dressed professionally in a suit, but today her black skirt seemed to slide up a little higher than usual, giving him a glimpse of the garter that held up her silky black stocking. Kyle couldn't take his eyes off of her as she absentmindedly rummaged through the bottom drawer.
Continuing to look through the papers, Denise was too distracted to realize Kyle had stood up and was now standing inches behind her.
Suddenly she felt his big, strong hands on her hips, then one hand slid down the cheek of her ass, and she froze. "Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod, what the hell is happening," was all that raced through her mind as she reconciled in her mind what was going on.
"You have got to be THE hottest professor in this school... you know that?" he said seductively as he slid a hand underneath her skirt and back up to her hip, lifting her skirt to get a clear view of her thonged ass.
"Kyle," she hissed, "what are you doing?" But as surprised as she was, she wasn't upset - in fact she had secretly fantasized about this exact situation.
Kyle used his heel to push her door shut as he whispered huskily, "Come on, Professor, admit it - you want me as much as I want you. And I'll do anything for an A," emphasizing the "anything" part.
As Denise began to stand up, Kyle pushed himself forward, pressing the bulge in his pants against the small of her back, forcing her against the filing cabinet.