Late Night in the Library [M] 28 [F] 24

So context – this happened a couple of years ago while I was a PhD student finishing up my thesis and spending an inordinate amount of time in the library. I am a good looking guy and am outgoing at times, but generally keep to myself when working. As the semester drones on, my hours get later and later in the library and by the nature of attrition only a few restless souls stay past 10pm on any given night. One particularly beautiful woman – let’s call her Mischa – seemed to love the late nights as much as I did. It started with glances – unmistakeble “fuck me” eyes – from both of us, and over time we started to sit across from each other and whisper conversations and sweet nothings back and forth. She’s tall, dark-skinned, with high cheek bones a perfect smile. She wore clear framed glasses that accentuated her beautiful brown eyes and long eye lashes.

Visiting Professor 30 [M] Meets Eager Student 21 [F]

First – bit of context: I am a [30M] professor (young for my position), generally good looking guy – dark hair, well-kept, blue eyes, and an avid gym goer. I had a conference last weekend at NYU to discuss research, give presentations, and gallivant around campus. After a long flight and settling into an apartment in the West Village, I hasten over to campus to meet with fellow faculty and have a few introductory drinks. Upon arrival and scribbling through name tags, I am approached by a young woman – early twenties – tan, long dark hair, green eyes, and a captivating smile. “Professor J?” She asked. “I’m Lo, your campus guide for the conference, if there is anything you need at all – don’t hesitate to ask.” She hands me a card with her number, we chat for a bit and part ways for the night.