The week before final exams. I had only been teaching at the law school for a couple of years, but it already felt like I had been doing it forever. It still felt great to go in and train a new crop of lawyers to send out into the world. It seemed odd to some that I could be a law professor at such a young age, but I was teaching evidence for a trial advocacy program, so the school was more interested in whether or not I knew my stuff and had experience as a successful lawyer. Since I did and wasn't worried about getting paid a fortune, the school jumped at the chance.
I sat behind a table at the front of the classroom on a small raised platform. The seats were arranged in a slowly sloping stadium style, long curving tables punctuated by revolving chairs bolted to the floor. Today's class would likely be short because everyone wanted to go and study for final exams. I wasn't too concerned about my students, although a few didn't seem to understand the class as well as I would have expected. I would have offered assistance to those students, but all grading was done anonymously and I had no idea who was in trouble and who was excelling. The school was concerned with professors playing favorites, so students had to willingly tell their professors what their grades were if they wanted to get help and explanation for the work and exams that were given.
My students quietly filed in and took their seats for one of their final classes. They were all dressed as you would expect students to be dressed, jeans and sweatshirts, the occasional t-shirt or sweater. All except for one. Her name was Isabella, although everyone called her Bella. She was dressed in a blouse that appeared to made out of silk, with the top three buttons undone. This was tucked into a skirt that came down to her knees and almost seemed to dance as she walked down the aisle. She always sat in the front row, although I had never seen her dressed like that. I had always managed to avoid seeing my students as anything but students, but with Bella it was always difficult. The only way to describe her was stunning. She had dark, lustrous hair that was pulled up into a ponytail today. Her eyes shone, almost as if they were filled with diamonds or stars and her smile could light up a room. Although her face could inspire poets, I must confess that I would occasionally have somewhat baser thoughts about her body as well. Bella possessed some of the most luscious and feminine curves I had ever seen.
Her legs were long and supple, her hips beautifully curved, but of all her curves, her breasts were by far the most magnificent. Her breasts were full and round and seemed to have the ability to nearly defy gravity. Although she always wore a bra (at least as far as I could tell) I had no doubt that she could easily go without. It was her breasts, in combination with her blouse that caused my breath to catch in my throat as I saw her. I tried my best not to look and calmed my mind, trying desperately not to allow any reaction to her incredibly beautiful form to show on my body.
She took her seat and I began class, going through the details of the upcoming exam, studiously attempting to avoid her gaze. I finished by handing out a review guide and asked the class to look it over and to ask me any questions they might have before they left. After handing it out, I sat down at my desk and looked over the class to see if anyone seemed to have any particular trouble. At this point, I made the mistake of looking at Bella again.
She seemed to be totally engrossed in the guide as my eyes fell upon her. With each breath, her blouse seemed to stretch with the most entrancing cleavage showing where her blouse buttons were undone. She tapped her pen against her teeth as she flipped through the pages as I looked at her. She glanced up and saw me looking, which caused me to blush slightly. She smiled, and then proceeded to slip the tip of her pen between her lips and I thought I could see the slightest glimpse of her tongue. I wasn't sure what I was seeing, part of me hoping she was trying to tease me, part of me worried she was just trying to put me into an intractable situation that she could use to her advantage. I had never met with her outside of class, so I had no idea what kind of woman she was.
All I knew was that I was finding her remarkably intoxicating and was glad I was sitting behind my desk so she couldn't see the effect she was having on me and how tight my slacks felt. She looked back down at her guide and my eyes drifted over her body, down to her legs, at which point she parted them slightly, and I could have sworn that I saw no panties, but just a pair of silky smooth thighs moving up to an equally smooth pussy. I tried desperately to tear my eyes away, worried that my desire for her would show too well when I tried to stand up. As I practically stared at this vision of femininity I watched her hand slowly slide underneath the desk and push her skirt up her thigh. I had a perfect view of that closely shaved pussy as she slowly dragged her finger over her clit. My heart practically caught in my throat as I watched her slip one, then two fingers into her pussy. I could almost see her juices glistening on her fingers as she slid them slowly in and out. My cock was painfully swollen by this point as I tried to imagine just how tight she would feel and how I longed to feel her womanhood envelop me completely. Finally, I looked away and took a series of deep breaths, not sure if I had just seen her coming on to me, or if she had just not noticed that I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she pleasured herself in my classroom.
As my students started to file out, I leaned back in my chair behind my desk, closing my eyes, longing to picture Bella in my mind in the privacy of my office, or perhaps my bedroom, my thoughts of her growing steamier and more intense with each moment. I tried to stop myself, knowing that I could feel my shaft growing and swelling, and yet enjoying the feel of it, aching to wonder what it would feel like to slip my cock deep inside her, filling her up, her body shaking with the power of every thrust. In a moment, however, my reverie was interrupted as heard a woman's voice say, "excuse me." I looked up and saw Bella standing in front of me. Because my desk was on a raised platform, it took everything I had not to blatantly stare down her blouse and drink in that intoxicating vision.
"I have quite a few questions with this guide, and I haven't been doing very well on any of the work so far. I was wondering if I could meet with you in your office later today."
"Are you sure you don't want to just talk now?'
"We should really talk in private. I'm a little embarrassed by it."
"Of course Bella. Three this afternoon?"
