Come to my study

[rustywilliams]

The professor was sitting at his paper-strewn desk, deep in thought, when he heard a light tap on the door.
He didn't look up, but continued to read, a little irritated at the interruption.
"Come in", he said.
The door opened. He heard someone come into his study.
He looked up, and saw the young student standing in front of him in her short skirt.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Ah", he exclaimed, remembering that he had demanded she come to see him.
He studied her, as she stood there beside his desk.
College students these days were so immature. All she seemed to do in class was lift her skirt, showing the boys her thighs, maybe even her underwear, for all he knew.
What could he do to discipline this girl appropriately, to teach her a lesson?

 

[temptationsx]

Alexia adjusted her skirt slightly on her waist as she approached the closed door of her professor's office. He had made it an obligation for her to come see him, despite the fact that she couldn't place a single finger on what she did wrong. Her "unruly behavior" in class, as some may call it, was just something that came along with her personality; she never thought anything of it. Of course, the benefits that came along with her behavior were something that she wasn't willing to give up.
Tapping gently against the wooden door of the office, Alexia entered wearily following his words, observing her professor whose eye contact seemed to fall along everything but her face.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" She questioned the man, cocking an eyebrow ever so slightly as she waited for the lecture she was most likely about to receive.

 

[rustywilliams]

He cleared his throat.
His eyes were drawn to the hem of her skirt, to the soft white skin of her thighs.
He noticed her shirt was unbuttoned enough to reveal some of her cleavage.
He licked his lips, then picking up a ruler from his desk, he looked at her face.
He had to admit, she really was quite pretty.
"Alexia", he began, thoughtfully, smacked the ruler absentmindedly against the palm of his left hand.
"Do you understand why I asked you to come and see me today?"

 

[temptationsx]

Alexia scrutinized the man's expression, one that she had seen plenty of time on the faces of her fellow male students. That couldn't possibly be right, could it? Ignoring her professor's face, her attention was then drawn to the ruler that he was tapping against his hand. She wasn't able to tear her gaze away until the man spoke, sounding more sincere than threatening, which surprised her.
"Uhm, no sir, I don't." Alexia shook her head as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

 

[rustywilliams]

He had to stifle a laugh.
The girl probably stood in front of the mirror for an hour this morning, getting her look just right.
Even the way she brushed her hair behind her ear seemed calculated.
Smiling, he leaned back in his chair, surveying her again.

 

[temptationsx]

"Is there a problem, sir?" Alexia questioned her professor, her voice laced with pure confusion. Of course, she had gotten in trouble plenty of times in high school due to her incapability of following the dress code; but this was college, why should it matter? She raised an eyebrow at the man as she watched him lean back slightly in his office chair, his eyes wandering in places other than her face.

 

[rustywilliams]

He realized that he was staring for rather too long at the hem of her skirt.
With a conscious effort, he directed his sight away from her body. .
"Well, yes, there is a problem".
He hesitated, wanting to see if he had her attention.
"You see all these papers?" he asked, gesturing expansively over his cluttered desk. "Most of this is the work of your fellow students. I was reading through much of it this morning. A lot of it is good, some of it is very good."
He looked directly at her.
"Your work on the other hand," he continued, tilting his head thoughtfully to one side, "is a different matter. Your use of language, the freshness of your ideas; you could be brilliant. But somehow..."
He shook his head.
"Damn it", he exclaimed, pushing his chair back from the desk and standing up. He turned his back to her and gazed out of the window over the windswept fields.
"There is so much you could achieve, Alexia".
He turned to face her and in his frustration, spat out the words at her.
"But you waste your time. You waste your time with those damn boys."

 

[temptationsx]

Alexia listened intently to the man as he spoke, unsure of where his words were leading. She rocked anxiously from one foot to the other, her black kitten heels beginning to feel rather uncomfortable. Once the professor's expression took a sharp turn towards frustration, Alexia couldn't stop her eyes from widening slightly, watching his back as he gazed out the window. Her eyes instantly narrowed as the critiques slipped from his lips.
"Excuse me, sir? I appreciate the concern.." she began, taking a small steps towards his desk, "but I do believe that my personal life is just that.. Personal."

 

[rustywilliams]

The professor involuntarily raised his eyebrows. Did she really think that flashing her tits and thighs at the boys in class was keeping it personal?
"Uh-huh, yeah."
He smiled
"Personal. Yes, I'm sure it is. Whatever that means."
She started to protest as he leaned across his desk and, pushing some papers aside, grabbed a handful of the last papers she had handed in. He waved them at her.
"More personal than this?"
Almost feverishly, he flipped through the pages, glancing at the phrases, trying to breathe in the essence of what was on them.
"My God. There are some times in your work when you totally let go, when you release everything within you. There is something about you; a sensitivity, an passionate intensity. I can feel it in your writing; I can hear it in your voice whenever you talk."
Then he look directly at her, "And I can see it. I can see it in your eyes."

 

[temptationsx]

"Clearly you are criticizing the way I spend my time. So-" Alexia cut off her words once the professor began waving the papers in front of her. She tilted her head slightly at the man's question, unsure of what he meant regarding the papers. She watched curiously as he flipped through page after page of her papers, catching her off guard as he began to speak of her "sensitive" and "passionately intense" writing. Of course, writing was something she loved to do, but it wasn't something that people payed attention to or complimented her on; that was always her looks. She made eye contact with her professor once her looked up from the papers, his gaze nearly burning into her own.
"Uhm, thank you, professor." She spoke softly, still shocked by the fact that someone had looked past her seductive appearance and into her innermost self.

 

[rustywilliams]

He watched her closely. She seemed suddenly self-conscious and vulnerable. Her cheeks flushed, she looked down.
Surprised at the strength of his own emotions, he paused for a moment.
He was filled with a fury -- not against the girl in front of him, but he was furious at all that was superficial and glib in the world around them. Against everything that trivialized our lives instead of enriching them..
"I just want you to stop playing silly girlish games with these schoolboys. You're not a girl anymore; there's a powerful passionate woman inside you desperate to express herself."
He took one step closer to her.
"Can't you feel that? Can't you feel it inside you?"

 

[temptationsx]

Alexia nodded at her professors words, beginning to understand where he was coming from. There was nothing she loved more than the attention from the guys, but there was so much more to life than that. Of course, she would never give up the benefits that came with the attention, but she could always tone it down a bit. "Maybe you're right.." she agreed, watching the man intently as he stepped closer.

 

[rustywilliams]

He wondered. Were his words really getting through to her?
For all her teasing and seductive behavior, did she even begin to understand the effect she had on the men around her?
It was only then that he realized he aroused he was by her. He much he wanted to have her, right there and then. How he wanted to rip open her shirt, tug her bra out of the way and expose her pert young tits, lift her skirt and roughly grab the mound of her pussy.
He stopped just a couple of feet away from her. He was aware of feeling the blood coursing through his body, of being aroused more than he had ever known before. As he gazed at the sensuous curves of her body that her clothing did so little to conceal, he felt as though he was being being swept forward by an enormously powerful wave.

 

[temptationsx]

Standing motionlessly as she watched her professor stop just a few foot steps away from her, Alexia examined his expression. The look in his eyes was nearly one of desire, of admiration. It was a look she had seen so many times before, so it wasn't normally something that surprised her. But coming from a man so much older than her, it certainly did.

 

[rustywilliams]

"Do you realize the effect you have on men? he asked he, moving still closer.
"And the only thing separating those men and your naked body is this," and before she could react, he had reached out and grasped the hem of her skirt, "this weak material."

 

[temptationsx]

Alexia watched him as he began to inch closer, his words beginning to sound more and more strict as he continued on. She was caught off guard once his hand fell along the hem of her skirt, her gaze dropping as she watched him tug at it. "Your point being?" She questioned him, unable to care less about what others thought of the way she dressed.

 

[rustywilliams]

Without letting go of the skirt, he looked into her eyes. He wondered what it would take to shake her insouciance.
Without warning he lifted her skirt above her waist, giving him a clear view of her underneath.

 

[rustywilliams]

-- a clear view underneath.

 

[temptationsx]

Alexia couldn't stop her eyes from widening as her professor unexpectedly exposed her black, full lace panties that were barely hidden beneath her skirt. She was used to having guys see her in her seductive undergarments, but it felt odd to be standing there, before her very own professor. Despite that, she was not the type of girl to deny any form of intimacy. Staring back into the eyes of the professor, she stood still, waiting on his next move.

 

[rustywilliams]

He looked deep into her eyes, and then, without taking his eyes off hers, he let go of the skirt and moved closer to her. He reached up and started to slowly unbutton her blouse.

 

[temptationsx]

Each and every move of the professor was unexpected to Alexia, but she didn't dare to object as her eyes drift shut, hoping and praying that the door to the office was locked. After a few moments, her gaze dropped to watch him tug at her buttons, soon becoming successful at unbuttoning a majority of her blouse, her black and nude laced bra peeking out from beneath.

 

[rustywilliams]

Having unbuttoned the shirt completely, he brushed it back, off her shoulders, so it slipped off her arms, to the floor. Still his eyes remained locked on hers, even when they were closed.
He then reached around her back, and with a few deft movements, unclasped her bra. Slowly he brought the straps off her shoulders and slid them off her arms; calmly removed it from her breasts, which now were fully exposed. He looked down at them, marvelling at the beautiful rounded shapes, pink nipples erect.

 

[temptationsx]

Alexia opened her eyes once again as she felt her blouse drop to the fall, soon followed by her bra. She could feel a faint shiver coil through her spine once she was fully exposed, ignoring it as she gazed back at the man standing before her. Clearly, his attention was drawn to her chest, which wasn't a surprise to her; she merely raised an eyebrow at the professor, the corner of her lips lifting slightly into a smirk.

 

[rustywilliams]

Backed away from her, sitting down on the corner of the ottoman in front of the window. He sat there for a moment, admiring her, feeling his erection straining in his pants, aching for attention.
Then he reached forward, and, taking her hand in his, pulled her towards him.

 

[temptationsx]

Alexia turned to face him, his face contorted into utter awe as he gaped at her. The smirk remained pleasantly on her lips; it was just too easy. As he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, Alexia stepped slowly towards him before straddling his waist, her long, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and falling in front of her face.