I took some molecular biology classes in my college. I’m a 32yo fit, pretty woman with a good boyfriend. This professor was hilarious, smart (PhD), interesting and extrovert. Full of energy.
Physically, no more than 6ft. fit, white hair, tanned but I was pretty sure as a young guy he was a handsome blond guy.
At the very beginning I wasn’t attracted sexually to him, but along the year, sharing more and more with him, I developed a sexual crush on him.
I had classes twice a week with him, for many hours. While we were performing experiments, he would talk about his life: he was married, likes to workout and travel, plays music… he is much better and interesting than many men of my age.
I started to dress and wear make up for him. Before every class, I’d choose my clothes to look stunning for him. Actually one day, I saw how he was looking at my breasts, and I loved it. When I needed to talk to my classmates over the benches of the laboratory, I used to bend over careless, so he could see my ass and maybe give him a good wet dream that night. At least for me, many times I dreamed about having sex with him over his desk. Sometimes while you were giving the lecture, you thought I was putting all my attention on it, but in reality I was thinking on you half naked, going down on me right here, in front of all these silly kids. I needed to excuse myself and go to the restrooms to dry my underwear.