He asked me if I wanted a personal tour of the dig and I agreed. Although I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew he was my professor and we should be able to do these things together. But our sexual chemistry was palpable and he was married… and I knew I wanted to break the rules.
We met in the parking lot of the park, about a half mile hike out from the site. He was waiting there when I pulled in. I stepped out, knowing I had worn the right jeans for the occasion. My hiking boots and clipboard meant business…. but so did my big round ass crammed into my jeans. After getting out of my truck I had to reach back in to grab a pen and I could feel his eyes taking it all in from behind me. When we turned together toward the trail I made sure to pass close to his right side, grazing my fingertips over his back to let him know I was behind him. Light, innocent, and completely intentional. I giggled and joked on our way toward our destination, making sure to keep a good distance from him, because I was already aching and dripping, and I didn’t know if I wanted this to go any farther, yet.