This story is a little different for me. It comes at the request of a female reader who asked me to write a story about her. She was kind enough to give me some detailed information and even some photos of herself in order for me to get a "feel" for the story she wanted written. I hope it ends up being to her liking...
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As I watched Professor Bond standing at the front of my English class lecturing, I wondered why he had asked me to stay after class. Walking in for today's lecture, he had pulled me aside and told me he'd like to speak with me for a few minutes afterwards. It was my last class of the day and I didn't have anywhere else I needed to be, so I told him that would be okay. He gave me a warm smile and went back to his desk.
Oh yeah.....maybe I should introduce myself and let you know what's going on. My name's Brooke, I'm 19 years old and a freshman student at one of the bigger SEC universities. You'll just have to guess which one and figure out who I am if you see me around campus. And yes, my name really is Brooke and some other people in this story will have their real names given too; but right now, Professor Bond is a fictitious name, suitable I think for an English professor! After all, I don't want to get him in any trouble with the university....or his wife!
Like I said, I'm 19 and an only child. My parents split many years ago and my dad moved away and I rarely see him. My mom remarried about four years ago to a guy who really treats me well. He's pretty well off and he takes good care of my mom and makes her happy. We have a pretty good life and they bought a nice big house right after they got married. It's got lots of room and a nice big pool.....yeah.....I've got no complaints.
Now, a little about me; to start with, I guess I should let you know that I'm black; not African-black, just the deep mahogany of an American-black. I'm about 5'-7" tall and there's no way I'm gonna tell you my weight. Let's just say I have a nice round curvy figure. My actual measurements are 36-26-34 and I'm a little top heavy and wear a 36D bra.
I kind of like to show off my body to a certain extent, and that's pretty apparent from my wardrobe. No sweat pants and big loose tops for me. I like to wear things tight and my skirts and dresses short to show off my nice legs and curvy round ass. I've never had any complaints from the males around me when they see me show up in nice tight sweaters that hug my big tits nicely. Sometimes I like to go braless and give them a real treat. I know some people think I'm a tease, but that's okay, I love to know that I've gotten their attention and watch its affect on them. Men or women, I love to see the reactions of both when they're around me. And I like all ages and colors. I revel in the gaping looks from young schoolboys when they'd just stop and ogle me or the sly surreptitious looks of older men and women. The women are usually more of a challenge, but a number of encounters I've had with a few of them are always worth it. I think I have a knack for spotting those who could be easily teased.
Like Professor Bond. He was an attractive white English professor who I'd guess to be around 40. He was tall and slim and quite attractive with a just a touch of that distinguished gray at his temples. He wore a wedding ring so I knew he was married but that never stopped me from occasionally letting him have an extra look. I kind of took it as a challenge to see how far I could go with him. If it ended up going the wrong way, I would just look at him wide-eyed and feign ignorance. I had done it many times before, even with my high-school teachers. When I pretended I had no idea about what they were talking about when they described my behavior, they would quickly back-peddle and try and drop the whole subject before they said anything further that might get them into trouble if I chose to complain about them.
We were now into our fourth week of my freshman year and a couple of days ago I had handed in my first English essay. And now, Professor Bond had asked me to stay after class. I had taken my usual place in the front row of the large lecture theatre. I liked to sit nice and close in order to give my teachers a better opportunity to see what I sometimes had to show them. Today, I'd worn a tight white tank top cut low in the front. I knew my tits looked good as I'd chosen to go braless today. Even though my breasts were big, they were still nice and firm and rode high on my chest. They jiggled slightly and moved nicely beneath my top when I walked. They didn't flop around grossly like a couple of big deflated airbags. On the bottom, I'd worn a faded denim mini with a purposely frayed hem. It ended high on my smooth dark thighs and the back of the skirt fit snugly around the fleshy curves of my hips and bum. On my feet, I wore cute little flat white sandals.
As Professor Bond casually strolled back and forth in front of the class talking about Shakespeare, I was busy taking notes of some of the more pertinent points he was making. Right now, I was sitting with one leg crossed over the other showing a large expanse of the outside of one of my thighs. I saw the professor's eyes flick down to them as he paced slowly from side to side as he talked. As I watched him, I brought my pen to my mouth and let the tip slide between my lips. When I saw him look in my direction, I moved the pen slightly in and out of my mouth with my lips pursed forward along the shaft of the pen. He looked intently at me at that point and kind of stumbled over what he was saying until I pulled the pen out of my mouth and made another note.
"As I was saying....." he said as he composed himself and strode to the other side of the lecture theater. I watched him and then as he came back towards where I was sitting, I slowly uncrossed my leg and then put the other one slowly over top of it. It was like that scene in Basic Instinct with Sharon Stone at the police station. It was like his eyes were drawn magnetically to my dark smooth legs as he watched the lewd display I was treating him to. He was pretty good. He managed to keep his composure and maintained his train of thought the whole time. I could see it was an effort for him but he finally tore his eyes away from my legs and continued speaking. As he walked around pontificating about "The Bard", I looked at that tall lean body of his. Yeah, he looked like he was in pretty good shape. I bet he gave it to his wife pretty regularly. "Lucky woman", I thought to myself.
The next time he came back towards me, I slowly uncrossed my legs and this time, I left them that way. As his eyes zeroed in on the little gap between my thighs, I kind of slumped back in my seat. I knew this would cause my little denim skirt to rise higher on my thighs. As he continued to speak, I could see him look back in my direction time and again. He seemed to be trying to purposely avert his eyes....but with no luck.
"Ummmm," he was almost stumbling over his words now, "Class, I'd like you turn to page 78 and read the next section until the end of class. Finish it up tonight and we'll discuss it at next class." He went back to his desk at the front of the lecture theater as everybody flipped to the page he'd requested and started reading. I pulled out my book and opened it on the little writing tablet attached to my desk. I sat up and leaned forward with my arms close at my sides. As I leaned forwards and pushed on the sides of my breasts with my arms, I flicked my eyes up to see Professor Bond looking right into the deep dark line of cleavage I was showing him. I made an exaggerated gesture of yawning and stretching my arms out to each side causing my big tits to thrust higher. I could feel my stiff rubbery nipples pushing against the stretchy material of my tight white top and knew the professor was getting quite an eyeful.
"Hmm....umm...hmmm," I heard him clear his throat as he kind of coughed and choked a little as if something was caught in his throat. I leaned forwards as I read and pushed on the sides and beneath my breasts to force them to swell nicely against the confines of the tight white fabric. I stayed like this for a few minutes and every time I looked up, the professor was pretending to be reading some papers before him but his eyes seemed glued to my thrusting chest. I lifted up my book so it was positioned in front of my face, purposely blocking my view of him. I knew this would give him the freedom to look directly at me without worrying about me catching him.
