Free Seducing Her Professor by Alicia Roberts Page A

into her shirt, fingering the top of her lacy bra. So, this had been her plan all along, he thought, remembering the day in class when she'd dropped her pencil .
    He leaned over and crushed his lips against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, her tongue fighting back . He undid another button on her shirt, and slid his right hand in entirely, gliding along the underside of her soft firmness until his hand was where he wanted it. Her breast was too large to hold in one hand, but he tried anyway, grabbing it and squeezing tight. As he loosened his grip , he felt her nipple harden through the lace.
    He removed his hand and sat back. He could see her breast through the opening of her shirt, covered in the white, lace bra -  a slope, a peak and then a domed roundness.
    Suddenly, he remembered his career, and the strictness of university policies . This was going too fast, what if she turned him in?
    As if reading his mind , she stood up, and walked a few feet away. Facing him, she slowly undid the last few buttons on her shirt , and pulled the left panel away. So that was what he'd been pressing! Hidden under the lace, he could make out the dark aureole and the nipple trying to poke its way out.
    She pulled back the right panel, and tossed the shirt away. Her breasts hung magnificently, round and soft, encased in the white lace bra. She slid her hands up her stomach till they reached her breasts, then she lifted them up, and squeezed them hard.
    His breathing was heavier now as he watched her strip . She undid the zip at the back of her skirt, and let it fall the ground. She was wearing simple white panties, low rise, with some kind lace down the front. Her hips were wide, and her legs smooth and lustrous.
    She stepped backwards, out of the skirt, and then slowly bent forwards to pick it up. He breathed in sharply as her breasts swung down , straining out of their enclosure. She paused in that position for a moment, letting him devour the sight of her swinging breasts.
    She straightened up, tossed the skirt away and looked at Adam. H e had a slightly dazed expression in his eyes.
    "Having second thoughts?" she said, as she walked over to him. Her face was flushed, betraying her own arousal. She turned around, and for a brief moment, he caught a glimpse of her plump, curved ass , before she sat down on his lap and began to move her hips round and round in slow circles, pressing her pussy against his hardening cock, the movement and pressure quickly arousing him, and making her wetter.
    He let her continue for a moment, her back was arched forward, her dark brown hair hanging down loose. Finally, he pushed her off, and in a voice heavy with lust , he commanded, "Finish what you started up there."
    Annie had imagined darkened rooms when she'd fantasized about Adam, and being asked to strip completely in a br ightly lit office room was intimidating. She took a deep breath, walked forward and turned to face him. His eyes were dark with desire , roaming over her body, piercing her with their intensity.
    She hitched her fingers under her panties, and pulled them down. They slid past her thighs and fell onto the floor. Her shaved mound and engorged clit were now revealed. Adam's eyes half-closed, as he imagined rubbing her clit in circles, making her moan out loud.
    Annie stepped backwards, out of the panties that were lying around her ankles. Once again, she leaned forward slowly to pick them up, her voluptuous breasts swinging forward and straining against the bra. She grabbed the panties, straightened up, and tossed them away. Adam's lips were slightly parted now and his eyes were focused on her clit. She smiled, put her fingers against the nub , and rubbed it gently.
    Annie turned around, displaying her plump buttocks . Adam breathed heavily, imagining what he'd do to that ass - the round curves seemed to be built only for groping and spanking. 
    Now Annie undid the clasp of her bra, and he saw her toss it away towards the rest of