This is entirely fictional and I apologise if somethings are confusing. I got carried away with this one guys.
-LockedAway.
I cross and uncross my legs under my desk, the cool air hitting my panty-less uncovered pussy, providing a delicious feeling. Tightening my thighs together to relieve some pressure, a sigh escapes my mouth. Nothing too apparent to the students around me, but hopefully affecting my physics professor directly in front of me at his desk. I'm tired of ignoring this feeling of attraction I have for him, the subtle hints falling on deaf ears. The sexual tension whenever I ask for extra help or stay late after class is going to kill me. He has to know this.
I'm wearing a tight, white tank top covered by my purple checkered flannel tied at my waist, a short black skirt that's definitely too short for school, black fishnet tights, black combat boots, and the best part--no bra or panties. Dressing this way and sitting in front of his desk has kept me on edge for the last 45 minutes. With another 45 minutes left in this class, I might come from the anticipation.
Feeling brave, I slide my legs apart and reach my arms above my head, pretending to stretch my limbs based on how long I've been sitting here. The chair groans as my petite frame leans backward, and another sigh escapes me. Professor Stewart looks in my direction, and his eyes bulge at my naked, bald pussy on display. Display for him. I smile sheepishly, pretending to be embarrassed to attract his attention and go back to taking notes from my textbook. I still feel his eyes on me, so I spread my legs more. My right-hand slides down and gently caress my mound, hiking my tiny skirt up higher. I can feel my wetness growing at how bold I'm being.
His throat clears, and I hear him adjust things on his desk. Glancing up from under my dark lashes, I notice he's turned his attention away from me. Shit, I have to get him focused back on me. I raise my hand, feigning help.
"Sir? Can I have you check my work? I'm getting stuck on chapter 42." I ask innocently.
Professor Stewart gets up from his desk, his cheeks a little red, and walks to me. I push my chest forward and run my finger on my chest where the top of my tank top starts; since it's a size smaller than usual, it's practically see-through, my dark nipples poking through against my pale flesh.
"What seems to be the issue, Sarah?" He coughs out, looking down at my chest. I make up some bullshit excuse; we both know I know the material, and my grades in all classes are A's. I chew my pencil in my mouth and slide my tongue around the eraser. He watches my lips as I suck the eraser in my lips. I slide my left hand to my breast, opening and rubbing my nipple through my shirt. Another small sigh leaves my lips, and I look up at the handsome salt-and-pepper man with big, brown eyes.
"Yes, thank you. That makes so much more sense to me now. Thank you so much, Sir." I nod enthusiastically, making my perky tits bounce, and whisper-moan the last part at him. I watch as his sharp, blue eyes narrow on my face. I blink up at him, feeding into the innocent school-girl act. He nods and looks around to make sure no one else is needing help before going back to his desk.
He's got to know what I'm doing now; I'm practically panting at the man.
I finish my notes and go to hand in my assignment. The assignments go into the filing shelf on his desk, which you get to by walking around the side of his desk. I go to file my papers in the appropriate spots and accidentally drop them. Smirking to myself, I fall to my knees, angling my body to where it's hidden by the desk, and present my cute, little, bare ass to him as I take my time picking up all the papers. The other students are busy immersed in their work, so I make sure to flip my skirt up over my round cheeks, swinging my hips back and forth. I hear his breath catch and look over my shoulder at him. His face is red, his eyes burning holes into my nakedness. Keeping eye contact with him, I take one of my hands and spread my left ass cheek open so he can see how ready my tight holes are. His hands clench into fists, and his jaw tightens; I almost think he would take his hands across my ass and spank me. Fuck I hope so. Finished with my show, I put my papers up and swayed back to my seat. Only five minutes are remaining in class; I keep my eyes on Professor Stewart. My hand dips down to discreetly rub my aching clit as other students turn in their assignments. I bite my lip, clenching my thighs together; he watches my chest rise and fall as I brazenly play with myself.
The bell rings at the same time that his hand slaps his desk.
"Sarah, please stay after the bell. We need to go over your assignment." He grounds out.
"Yes, Sir." I barely get the words out; if I had thought I was on edge before, that would have been nothing compared to now. Students file out of the room, and I'm left sitting at my desk as the tension builds in the short distance between us.
"Do you want to explain your inappropriate display today, Sarah? Or should we take this directly to the Dean?" Professor Stewart asks.
I look up at him, taking in his tall frame. Even with him sitting down, I can tell he's every bit the 6'2". His jaw is sharp, with a well-kept stubble, and his lips are full. A sexy dimple lies on his chin, and thick eyebrows sit above his blue eyes. The blue eyes that now hold a fire, a fire for me.
"I'm unclear on what you're referring to, Sir." I make a show of stammering that out.
His brows furrow as he squints at my face.
"Oh?" he starts to say as he walks to my desk, "Am I supposed to believe that? Like you actually think I don't know what you're doing?" He leans close to my face; I close my eyes as his cologne fills my nose--fresh, clean, mixed with a sandalwood musk, all man.
He slams his hand on my desk, making my eyes fly open, "You can't pretend to be innocent with me while I watched you play with that little clit of yours in class. Do you know how hard it was not to react to you bent over in front of me? Do you enjoy being a cock tease? I bet a girl like you loves to tease men and never follow up."
I smirk at him, "Did I tease your cock, Sir?" I glance down at his hand on my desk, "What would your wife think about you lusting after your 19-year-old student?" I lean back in my chair, watching his glare harden on me. Good, I want him angry. I want him to mark me with that hand, leave an indent on my skin of his wedding band.
Professor Stewart's nostrils flare, I grin up at him wider.
"I think my wife would want me to punish insolent sluts for their depravity. How dare you speak of her with that dirty mout of yours." He doesn't raise his voice even an inch, sending shivers down my spine at his dangerous tone. I bite my lip and moan softly. I'm aware I'm poking the bear, but it's been a long semester lusting after a married man. I know he stares at me, his finger staying a little too long on mine when he hands me my work. It's probably the only touch he feels outside of his sexless marriage since his wife has found a new life within the catholic church. I know a lot about his home life, he's a good man staying in a loveless excuse of a life only because they've been together for 23 years. I'm not heartless, if there was even a chance that he still cared for her I wouldn't be throwing myself at him. Such a good man, he deserves a reward for putting up with a wife who doesn't tend to her husbands needs.
"Are you going to punish me, Professor? I just wanted you to know that someone cares for your needs. I know you're not getting any action at home besides your left hand once in a while. Wouldn't you rather have someone else do the work for you?" I lean forward, placing my hand over his, stroking the long fingers wishing they were buried deep inside me.
"Excuse me? Pray tell what would you know about my life?" He grounds oout between clenched teeth. I pick up his hand, guiding a finger from my lips, down my neck, and landing on my hard nipple circling it.
