"I think so"
As you stepped into the small, but cozy office, the professor, shut the door behind the both of you, and motions you over towards a well worn couch. A small sculpture of a naked woman reaching toward the heavens is surrounded by stacks of papers and books on an end table next to the couch. Well apportioned bookcases line the other walls, and the only other furniture in the room is a large walnut desk with a swivel chair placed behind it.
As she turns the deadbolt on the door locking it, and takes a few steps over to the opposite wall and pulls the blinds, Janice Walter assesses you. Sitting down on the couch, you cross you legs slowly, and in such a way that you hope you may have given the professor a brief look up your skirt at your crotchless pantyhose and sheer white panties. “It’s good to have a friend in the English department” you think to yourself.
As your eyes follow her around the small room Ms. Walter flips on the lights, and then leaning back sits on the edge of her desk. “You’re not a tease, are you?” she says.
“Not at all, I always deliver. And I’ll be the best student you ever have, I promise” You reply, kicking off the shiny, black mary janes on your feet.
As if on cue, Janice Walter begins to remove her clothing, licking her lips, and looking at you as if you’re a steak, and she hasn’t eaten in ten days. Quickly, she kicks off her boots, unbuttons the tight jeans, and pushes them down her legs to the floor, and pulls off her skimpy, green top, revealing a nice set of juicy, round tits with large areolas and stiffen brown nipples. You sit transfixed, but can feel the warmth and wetness between your legs.
She nod and smiles, saying “your turn” as she nods towards you. You stand, and throw off the jacket, unbutton, and strip off the white, cotton blouse, and then unzip the pleated skirt and let it fall to your feet. You want desperately to see her remove her silky, green bikini style panties. Stepping over close in front of her , you reach behind your back and unhook your bra, and then toss it over towards the couch with the rest of your discarded clothing. You stand before her dressed in the sheer, tan colored crotchless pantyhose, and your nearly equally sheer white panties.
The two of you stand in front of each other, your eyes roaming over each others bodies, until Ms. Walter reaches back towards her top desk drawer, and slide it open, and after fishing in it for a few seconds takes a hold of what she’s looking for. Without revealing what she’s holding, she brings her face to yours, and kisses you lightly on the lips “Would you like to see what I’ve got behind me? She asks as she pulls back slightly.
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