OOC: This is going to be about a sexy college coed setting about to get her hunky drafting professor. The rolls are filled. I'm Jen Hart the 20 yr old blonde haired, hazel eyed, voluptous college coed. The hunky Professor William Green is played by WillyWanker.
IC: I took time with my appearance knowing that all the guys would be looking at me. I was dressed in my favorite outfit a short denim skirt that showed off my legs and a cropped top in a shade of green that brought out my eyes. I wanted them all to notice me, since I wanted to be able to have first pick of Saturday night dates. When I entered the classroom all eyes went to me, even the eyes I so wanted on me, those of the Drafting professor. I felt my professor looking my body over, trying to see what no one else could. I had decided since my sister went after a professor I could do it too. I knew the first day I saw this professor that I had to have him. He was about 30, single, dark brown hair, the most stunning blue eyes I had ever seen, I had to look up to see his eyes, and his voice could make a nun turn around and stare.
I accidentally dropped my pencil so I had to bend over and pick it up. I knew what that would do to all the guys. My skirt was so short that when I bent over the professor could see my black silk thong panties and my ass. The guys had a view down my shirt revealing my black silk bra. I picked the pencil up and stood up, tugging my skirt back down with a becoming blush. I quickly took my seat towards the front of the room, so the professor could see me, smiling innocently.
The professor tried to show us how to make the correct angle on a drawing. He seemed to be having a lot of trouble though, stuttering and staring; I was sitting with my legs spread so he could see my panties. I kept pulling my skirt up so he would have a better view. No one else really had a clue as to what I was doing. I’m sure that they could guess, since Professor Hunk couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, that something was going on.
Class was nearing an end when I went for the foolproof way for him to ask me to stay after class. I dropped a hand under the drafting table till it was resting on my panties and I started to rub my pussy through the black silk of my thong. It exhilarated me knowing that I was doing such a thing and being watched. My eyes were innocently looking at the professor then looking down at my sketch to make sure my angle's were right. Doing this with the professor’s eyes on my made me feel so naughty, I knew what I was doing was wrong yet it felt so right. The professor’s eyes were on me and I noticed him licking his lips and a flush creeping up his neck to his face. By the time my panties were soaked through, the professor gave up trying to teach and dismissed the class.
“Ms. Hart I would like you to stay after class, please. I have a. question…about, uh, your latest sketch.” The professor asked me, gruffly.
“Yes Professor Green.” I replied, innocently curious.
Yes, I got the result of what I wanted. I was beginning to wonder what he wanted when he asked me to stay after. I wasn’t one hundred percent certain what he wanted he may want to chide my behavior or he may have taken it as an invitation this conversation would tell me.
IC: I took time with my appearance knowing that all the guys would be looking at me. I was dressed in my favorite outfit a short denim skirt that showed off my legs and a cropped top in a shade of green that brought out my eyes. I wanted them all to notice me, since I wanted to be able to have first pick of Saturday night dates. When I entered the classroom all eyes went to me, even the eyes I so wanted on me, those of the Drafting professor. I felt my professor looking my body over, trying to see what no one else could. I had decided since my sister went after a professor I could do it too. I knew the first day I saw this professor that I had to have him. He was about 30, single, dark brown hair, the most stunning blue eyes I had ever seen, I had to look up to see his eyes, and his voice could make a nun turn around and stare.
I accidentally dropped my pencil so I had to bend over and pick it up. I knew what that would do to all the guys. My skirt was so short that when I bent over the professor could see my black silk thong panties and my ass. The guys had a view down my shirt revealing my black silk bra. I picked the pencil up and stood up, tugging my skirt back down with a becoming blush. I quickly took my seat towards the front of the room, so the professor could see me, smiling innocently.
The professor tried to show us how to make the correct angle on a drawing. He seemed to be having a lot of trouble though, stuttering and staring; I was sitting with my legs spread so he could see my panties. I kept pulling my skirt up so he would have a better view. No one else really had a clue as to what I was doing. I’m sure that they could guess, since Professor Hunk couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, that something was going on.
Class was nearing an end when I went for the foolproof way for him to ask me to stay after class. I dropped a hand under the drafting table till it was resting on my panties and I started to rub my pussy through the black silk of my thong. It exhilarated me knowing that I was doing such a thing and being watched. My eyes were innocently looking at the professor then looking down at my sketch to make sure my angle's were right. Doing this with the professor’s eyes on my made me feel so naughty, I knew what I was doing was wrong yet it felt so right. The professor’s eyes were on me and I noticed him licking his lips and a flush creeping up his neck to his face. By the time my panties were soaked through, the professor gave up trying to teach and dismissed the class.
“Ms. Hart I would like you to stay after class, please. I have a. question…about, uh, your latest sketch.” The professor asked me, gruffly.
“Yes Professor Green.” I replied, innocently curious.
Yes, I got the result of what I wanted. I was beginning to wonder what he wanted when he asked me to stay after. I wasn’t one hundred percent certain what he wanted he may want to chide my behavior or he may have taken it as an invitation this conversation would tell me.