I’ve never been much of a teachers pet until I walked into my first year anatomy lecture and set my eyes on my eyes on him. He was in his 40s and I was only 18 but I didn’t care one bit. Fast forward to a couple of months of intense but subtle flirting during lectures and I he was regularly helping me with my assignments after I’d asked for help. Although it was clear we were both attracted to each other he tried really hard up keep things professional.
One night by sheer luck I was in a bar when I spotted him (my uni town is a small place). I’d had a few drinks and was feeling extra horny so I went over and we started talking while sat in a booth in the corner of the bar. Next thing I knew he his hand was running up my thigh. I could feel my pussy getting wet as it craved him to get closer but he just lingered making me want him more. That was all I needed to motivate me to suggest we head somewhere more private and he didn’t hesitate.