Lecture Series (closed)

Professor Stevens stood in the middle of the busy airport concourse, he had his laptop bag slung over his shoulder, his blue shirt was tucked into his jeans and he pushed his glasses up his nose as he pulled out his pocked to check the time. He frowned as he slipped the phone back into his pocket, she was late. He had expected some immaturity from her, she was only a graduate student, but he had given her very implicit instructions on what she needed to do.

He adjusted his weight as he looked around, he changed hands of the boarding passes and ran a hand through his dark brown hair, he was starting to get few strands of gray around the temples, very appropriate for a man of his age. He was still in good shape, taking advantage of the athletic facilities that the university offered. He had been at the university a long time and had made a good name for himself there. He was a well respected lecturer in his field, and when he had gotten the invitation to come to Europe on a lecture tour he jumped at the chance.

He was going to be giving lectures on one of his favorite areas, Medieval torture devices. He smirked, this was going to be a very interesting trip, he knew that they would have some down time and be able take in the sites, that was something that he was very excited about. He had studied abroad for one semester when he was an undergrad, and he had not done that much traveling since.

He looked up and saw her coming towards him, he could tell by the look in her face that she knew she was late. He waved her over as he picked up his carry on bag as he started to move towards the security line.

Grace Davies was never late but here she was, running in heels across an airport 20 minutes overdue and pulling 2 cases behind her. A small black carry-on (hers, she knew the importance of packing light) and a wheeled luggage trunk holding half the contents of what Professor Stevens had requested.

There was a mishap at the museum that she had spent the past 30 minutes trying to sort out. She hadn't even had time to get changed from her lunch date with an old 'friend' which she had unashamedly dressed up for. Her long blonde hair tumbling over her little black dress, staggeringly high leopard print heels and a long bright red felt coat which matched her perfectly painted lips; not her normal attire but she does enjoy playing the wanton slut with certain men. With only half the instruments and a bad-tempered professor waiting for her. She could almost kick herself for not having double checked before her date.

Grace had just graduated with a BA in History on full academic scholarship. She had worked hard to remain on the Dean's List throughout those 4 years and had managed to get a spot in a graduate fellowship but it required her to be an assistant to one of the professors. She had been placed with Professor Stevens despite her specialty being the Renaissance period. She was thrilled to get the chance to travel to Europe so soon. She was planning to visit a few museums for some research for her PhD. However, she was not happy to meet Professor Stevens like this; they had only been conversing via phone and email for the upcoming trip as it was only the second week of the semester.

"I'm so so sorry!" Grace puffed out as she reached him. "The curator wasn't there and he hadn't signed off on everything so I tried to get in contact. I finally got hold of him but I couldn't wait for him, or I'd have missed the flight. So we agreed that he would pay for it to be express shipped over to arrive tomorrow before we begin the tour as it was his error. I'm really sorry..."

She straightened up, smoothing down her coat before looking up with her big green eyes. "Nice to meet you, Professor." Holding out her hand and flashing her biggest smile in an attempt to smooth over the situation.

Scott watched as she walked up to him, he could see by the look on her face how her morning had been. He had seen her picture on her student file and knew that she was attractive, but she was beautiful in person. He looked at her outfit, it seemed much more suited for the club than a flight across the Atlantic. He shook her hand, his large hand wrapping around hers. "Nice to meet you Ms Davies" he said coldly. "You came highly touted by your undergrad professors" he said as he shouldered his bag and they started to get into the security line. "I hope that the start of this trip is not an indicator of the performance I can expect from you" he said as he shot her a glance. His dark brown eyes holding her green ones for a long moment before she looked away.

"For your sake I do hope that the rest of the equipment that I had requested makes it there on time" He said as they continued through the line. They did get some very odd looks from the security guards as they started to x-ray the crates that Grace had brought. Scott was quick to flash their itinerary and speaking engagements "There are for educational purposes" he said showing the letter from the other university they were heading to.

With the crate safely on its way to the planes under carriage they headed to the metal detectors. They passed through them quickly and made their way to the gate of their plane.

"I hope the rest of the arraignments that you made are not as precarious as the display items" he said as they boarded the plane. They took their seats next to her. His was in the middle and she was sitting next to the window. He pulled out his tablet and started to select a book to read.

From the first world, Grace was thrown off-guard. He had been friendly over the phone, if completely professional, but his standoffish tone had her reeling.

"Fuck!" Grace thought. "How do I make up for this now?" as he echoed the thoughts of her stellar academic record and the worst ever first impression. The look he had given her was almost torture. She knew she had disappointed him and she hated disappointing authority figures. But that look... that look had said "bad girl!" and the thought that he may be thinking that only reminded her that the lunch date hadn't quite gone to plan either. The feeling it elicited made her blush and look away.

She was grateful for the window seat. It helped her not feel so queasy. She turned towards the window and crossed her legs, forcing her dress to bunch up higher on her thighs. She sighed. She wished she was wearing more comfortable clothing. It's an 8 hour flight to London, she would just have to wait until they reached the hotel.

She had booked them into a former castle for the first night. It seemed fitting to her to start a historical tour in a historical building. The website had be divine. Turrets, a drawbridge, 4 gardens and ballroom. The bed were all four posters with baths within the room. She was dreaming of slipping into a bubble bath with a glass of red wine and unwinding after this taxing day.

She took a sideways glance at Professor Stevens. He was staring intently at his tablet. He was actually very handsome, which she wished she hadn't noticed.

She sighed and pulled out the in-flight magazine to fan herself with. She was getting too hot. She'd have to pull off her coat but the dress was backless. It scooped all the way down to the top of her lace black panties and it clearly proved that she wasn't wearing a bra. Admitting defeat, she purposefully avoided eye contact as she rolled the coat off her shoulders and shrugged the coat off. Leaning forward to grab some water, the vertebrae of her spine created a neat line leading to her panties which were now fully visible while the bottom of the dress remained taut.

Scott settled back in his seat and started to read a few articles he had saved to his tablet. He knew that this was going to be a lengthy flight and he was going to have to find some way to entertain himself. The start of this journey had not started off as smoothly as he had hoped. He knew that this was going to be a big opportunity for him to get his name out there and to make some good contacts and he had not taken the set back from Grace very well. He probably had been a bit harder on her than he needed to, she after all had come with glowing reviews from the other professors that she had worked with.

He had wanted to come off strong and let her know that this was going to be a business trip and that she was expected to work, but replaying it in his mind he knew that he might have been a bit harsher than he should have. He could see by how the look on her face changed that she knew she had messed up and would need to step things up to be able to do what he needed her to.

He looked over as she stirred in her seat he watched as she took off her coat, he could tell that the dress she wore was form fitting, but he had not imagined just how much of her it would reveal. His eyes took in her figure, she was very beautiful and in great shape. As she leaned forward he could see the top of her panties, giving him quite and impressive view of her body.

He looked back down a the tablet, she was very beautiful. He knew what was expected of him and what areas he was not permitted to go. He tried to focus on what he was reading, getting his mind off of her exquisite figure. He was able to distract himself by pulling up a movie on his tablet. That was able to pull his focus away from her, for most of the flight.

They landed with out any issue. Once on the ground they collected their thing and went to get a taxi cab. The air outside was much cooler than when they had left. Scott pulled his jacket close around his body and zipped it up. When they were in the taxi he gave the driver the address of the hotel.

He handed the itinerary he had printed out to Grace "I'm sure you have had a chance to look over our schedule" he said as he tried to make his tone softer from when they had earlier met. "We are going to be quiet busy" he said as he looked at her. "But I'm sure we can find some time to fit in some sight seeing" he said with a small smile. "Did you have anything in mind that you wanted to see" he asked.

Grace spent the entire flight trying not to piss of Professor Stevens even more and trying to figure out how to make it up to him. They passed the time in silence until they finally reached London, got the luggage into a taxi and jumped in. They seemed very in tune with one another, almost dancing through the entire journey from airplane meals (swapping her pudding for his fruit) to her keeping a step behind as he wove through the masses as they navigated through the airport.

Once in the taxi, he spoke first. He seemed much friendlier, she thought.

"Did you have anything in mind that you wanted to see" he asked.

Her eyes lit up as she listed off several places in London that had been on her ever-growing list for the trip: London Museum, National Gallery, Tate Modern, London Eye, Houses of Parliament, Trafalgar Square, etc.

"Is there anything you wanted to see?" She inquired.

Scott listened as she named off the places she wanted to go. There were all on the list that had put together in his head as well. There were the usual places that most people thought of when they were looking for a little 'culture' on their travels. He was pleased to see that she knew them at least and that she was very eager to get out and see some things by the tone in her voice.

He pulled out a small pamphlet from his bag. "Professor Wilson said I needed to check out this place" he said as he handed her the small black laminated piece of paper. It had an address on the top and the name of the place, The Dungeon. "Seems like it might line up nicely with what I am going to be lecturing about" he said as he gave her a shrug.

The trip took them out of the city and into the country side, the hustle and bustle of the concrete jungle was replaced with rolling hills and pastures. Scott looked out the window enjoying the ride. The car slowed as they came to a long drive, the driver turned and they got off of the main road and onto a gravel street.

The drove slowly, bouncing up and down on the uneven road. Perched on the top of a hill was a lovely looking manor. It was stately looking and had all of the hallmarks you would expect from a Victorian era castle.

The drive pulled up to the house and they got out. They took their bags and headed inside.

Grace took a look at the pamphlet. Admiring the photos of equipment, she noted the time and date date of the event.

"It starts at 6." Checking her phone it was only 2pm. "Should we drop off our luggage, get cleaned up and then head back into London? We can get a real meal and then grab a cab to the venue." She inquired, inadvertently inviting herself along.

They checked-in, retrieving the room keys from the reception only to realise they were in adjoining rooms. The vibrator in her luggage was causing her cheeks to redden as she considered her the Professor would be able to hear her later. The thought didn't unappeal to her, hence the embarrassment.

Following him up the stairs, she noted how firm his ass is under his suit and how he always took control of the situation without hesitation. When they reached their rooms, they both looked at each other awkwardly before agreeing to meet back in the lobby for 3pm.

Grace put the old key in the door and let herself into her room. It was magnificent. The dark mahogany four poster bed stood prominently against the opposite wall. White lace was draped across the posters, matching the white cotton sheets and giving the room an air of opulence. Either side of the bed, two patio doors leading to the balcony were decorated with deep thick purple black out curtains hanging from ceiling to floor. Ornate mahogany cornice boxes framed them perfectly. The interior of the exterior wall was stone which she gleefully ran her hand over before bouncing on her bed. Kicking off her heels and shrugging off her coat again, she finally felt some comfort from the long day.

Looking over at the free-standing bath in front of an old fire place opposite the bed, she called down to room service and asked for a glass of Malbec. The bath's little gold feet amused her. She walked over and started running the water. Adjusting the temperature, making it hotter than usual to fight the coldness of the south English countryside, she generously poured the Molton Brown sample bath bubbles under the faucet.

Being winter, it was beginning to get dark outside already, so she started turning on the bedside lights. The knock on the door jolted her from her task. The young man - 18 at a guess - was holding a tray with a large glass and a bill. She signed her bill and then asked "would you mind lighting the fire for me?"

The boy smiled and nodded, "sure." She stepped aside to let him into the room and he explained how the brown bags just needed to be faced the right way down then all you had to do was light them near the bottom. He finished his task and his eyes lingered on her as she sipped her wine and listened to him.

Thanking him profusely, she watched him pick up his tray and her bill. He scribbled something down as she led him back out of the door when he suddenly stopped and handed her a torn off piece of paper. He flashed her a cheeky grin then disappeared out of the door. She laughed to herself as he left her with his number.

Grace peeled off her dress, the warm air from the fire hit her body as she stood there almost naked. Bending over, she pulled her lace panties off and discarded them with her dress. She walked over to the full-length mirror to admire herself. She kept in good shape. She ran a few times a week, watched what she ate during the working week and didn't drink much. She looked at her long legs, hairless pussy, curvy ass, flat stomach, firm perky B-cup breasts, long blonde hair, pretty face and smiled at herself. Letting her hands roam across her soft skin momentarily. She wasn't bad at all. Definitely not what you'd imagine when you think historian.

Remembering the bath was still going she grabbed her wine and ran over. She turned the faucet off while slipping her foot into the almost unbearable heat. She braced herself and pushed the other foot into the bath along with it. Allowing her body to slide into the bath, she let out a low soft moan. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she sipped her wine slowly, savouring the taste. This was exactly what she needed.