Free The Professor by Alexis Adare Page B

him.
    "Thank you," he said as he took it, pressing the filmy fabric to his nose. He breathed deeply and sighed, before laying it over the back of the seat. "Beautiful. Please, go on."
    I kicked off my heels and stepped forward, framing myself between his splayed legs, the coffee table just behind me.
    "As you continue Jane, I wonder if you might share something with me."
    I raised my eyebrows in query, I didn't trust my voice not to crack right now if I were to speak.
    "Exactly what," he continued, "were you hoping might happen in my office this afternoon, had you succeeded in your machinations?"
    "Machinations?" I whispered.
    "Yes, your evil, villainous, wanton machinations."
    I laughed, a breezy tone that didn't match the bundle of nerves that was knotting in my stomach.
    Time to gather some courage girl. Make this an encore performance he'll never forget. I thought.
    Clearing my throat, I looked him in the eye, propped a foot between his thighs, and pressed my toes into his groin.
    "Well it was a rather elaborate fantasy," I said, "involving your desk and the convenient location of that mirror." My hands traveled to my garter and for the second time this evening I popped the clasp, rolling the stocking down my thigh as I curled my toes firmly into his crotch. He inhaled sharply and I smiled to myself when I felt the length of him harden under my touch.
    "I was hoping, if I succeed in my machinations," I said, glancing up at him as I eased the stocking over my knee and down my calf, "that you would throw me over the desk, push my dress up past my waist," I rolled the stocking over my heel to my instep and leveled my gaze with his, "and plunge your cock into me. I want to watch in that mirror, as you fuck me." I tugged the stocking off my toes, my fingers massaging across his fly as I did so. His hand flew to mine, lifting my hand, stopping me.
    "Now, now, I've promised not to touch you, not till after you graduate."
    "You're not touching me, I'm touching you," I argued, traveling my fingers up his hand to his forearm. I thrilled at the contact, skin sliding over skin.
    "A shallow distinction."
    "Your tattoos are so unusual, is there a significance? A special meaning?" I asked, trying to distract him, to prolong the contact. My fingers traced over the lines on his arm. He’d dodged the question in his office. This time I hoped he’d answer.
    "Yes."
    "Tell me?" I moved my hand from the tattoos, and stroked further up his arm.
    "Some other time perhaps. It's not a story for tonight."
    "Oooo," I said, "now I'm intrigued." My hand glided across his chest, and dipped into his shirt to linger over his collarbone.
    "And I," he said, inhaling sharply at my touch, "was under the impression that there is a strict no touching policy in this establishment." He shook his head, and caught my hand, staying it.
    "There is, but the cameras are off. No one will know."
    "I'd know. And I'm afraid this," he said removing my hand from his neck, "is a loophole I cannot support." He snagged the stocking from me and laid it with my nightie.
    "What can you support?" I asked, frowning.
    "Well," he threw his arms up over the back of lounge, "I'm very much in favor of you continuing with the removal of your clothes."
    I stepped back a fraction and traded my bare leg for the stockinged one, taking care to avoid contact with his groin. I popped the garter clasp and took my time sliding the stocking down my leg. Once removed, I leaned in, and trailed smooth silk over his lap, up his chest and across his cheek. I bent over him, my cleavage level with his eyes, and strained towards the pile of my clothing that lay just out of reach.
    "Oh darling," he breathed.
    I threw the stocking on top of the clothing pile, stopped where I was and looked down. My tits were practically smothering him, so close he could have tasted me with the tiniest flick of his tongue. But he didn't. Instead he looked up, his gaze penetrating.
    "You're intoxicating," he whispered.