The last pair of students unlocked their bikes from the rack as I approached Campbell Hall. Perfect timing. I skipped up the marble steps and swung open the heavy oak door. The only sound in the corridor was the click of my flats on the linoleum. As I walked, my favorite pencil skirt exaggerated the swing of my hips and showed off the curve of my ass.
At the open doorway, I watched the instructor erase the final marks from the whiteboard, a thoughtful expression on his face. My pulse raced in anticipation. The sight of him always had that effect on me. His athletic frame, his easy stance, his confident hands.
"Professor?" I announced myself. I wasn't his student, but we liked to play the game of it.
He turned, eraser still in hand. Surprise filled his eyes as he pored over the slender curves of my body. "What are you doing here?" he hissed. But the warning in his voice was mixed with desire.
I moved to stand mere inches away, almost touching but not quite. "I've always wanted to fuck in a classroom," I said.
For a long moment those beautiful, soft brown eyes gazed into mine. Then he glanced away: first at the clock on the wall, then at the stack of papers on the table, then over my shoulder into the hall. Finally he focused back on me with a grin. "Lock the door."
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/28idwz/summer_session_fm_college_temptation_no_sex_just
I would love to read more of this. So sexy.
Thank you :) I was planning to keep it as a vignette, but I’ll consider writing more. Seeing as there’s a demand and all.
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