Samantha was not doing well in her History Seminar. The semester was drawing to a close and she would be lucky to get a passing grade. This professor didn't help. He droned on and on in lectures, fascinated with some arcane point he was making about an obscure historical event. Samantha just wanted this class to be completed so she could concentrate on her Master's thesis.
It wasn't that her professor was stuffy. In fact there were rumors circulating that he was quite the catch for any red-blooded coed. Samantha could see why. He seemed to exude sexiness from every pore. He kept himself very fit and in the waning days of summer he wore shorts to class. Samantha daydreamed of what it would be like to be inside those shorts or running her hands threw his long hair down to that unusually large bulge he always seemed to have in his pants.
Samantha was in her third year of grad school at Virginia Tech. When she went away to school she had to say goodbye to her boyfriend who had gotten a scholarship to St. Johns. Her first years at grad school she kept in touch with him, writing him letters and calling on the phone. During breaks they would arrange to see each other.
However, when summer arrived her boyfriend broke the news to her that he had found another girlfriend there at St. Johns. Sam was devastated. All semester she seemed listless and the days seemed to drift by aimlessly. Her only consolation was her research and teasing the instructors at the university by wearing low cut and revealing tops.
All of this left her in a state of heightened libido. She dared not say anything to her roommate. The last thing she needed was to be introduced to a string of losers that her roommate thought would be a good match. So she had to make do with her fantasies about her cute instructors while masturbating.
Samantha was in a quandary about what to do. Should she just write this class off and hope for a more interesting professor next semester, or should she visit him during office hours and try to convince him to give her a second chance. She finally decided on the latter choice.
Recently, one of her recurring fantasies had been that her professor would catch her as she was sunbathing nude at Pandapas Pond. In her daydreams they spent the rest of the day making love to each other. She could almost feel the size of him as she took him into her mouth, his hands grasped firmly behind her head forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until she was nearly gagging. Even then he wouldn't stop. Using her practiced tongue she would coax a load of sweet cum from him. His massive tool would open her up and satisfy her even more than that of her ex boyfriend.
Samantha prepared for her visit with her professor. She chose a very tight sweater that fit her like a glove. It accentuated her well endowed breasts. She considered these to be her best asset. Finishing off her ensemble she chose a pair of skin tight jeans. If this failed to get his attention nothing would.
Underneath this she chose a lacy black sheer-bra that barely concealed her nipples. In fact, if you looked closely you would notice the edge of her deep rose colored areola. She wore a pair of her skimpiest panties. It just covered what needed to be covered, but even so, some of her honey blonde bush overflowed them. The back was a thong style and it left most of her white creamy cheeks exposed.
She arrived at his office a few minutes early, so she had to wait for him to arrive. Being near the end of the day, she saw that he had undone the top buttons of his shirt and had rolled up the long sleeves. He too, wore jeans and she saw that they were cut so that they followed the contours of his long legs and firm thighs.
As he unlocked his door, she stood right behind him, close enough to inhale the scent of his cologne--Fahrenheit. He asked her to take a seat as they entered the office. She was surprised to see that he had a sofa rather than chairs. Samantha had heard how tight the budget had been, and she wondered how he managed to arrange to have a sofa.
Almost as if reading her thoughts, he responded. "Being the department head has is rewards." Samantha wondered what other rewards he was availing himself of.
Her professor spoke first. "I'm glad you decided to visit. You're in serious danger of failing this class. I'd hate to see you have to take it over again." He explained how, with the final coming up in two weeks, there was not much time to salvage her grade. "In fact, you'd need a perfect final to pull a passing grade," he explained.
Samantha felt her heart sink, she knew the situation was bad, but didn't realize it was that bad. She was running out of options, so she decided to play her one and only trump card.
