The New Professor

My hair is slick to my head as I enter the building, the gloriously high ceiling, sculpted woodwork, and shiny tiled floors a stark contrast to my soaked appearance.

Of all the days to oversleep. Today has already been a string of mishaps, and it’s only the first day of the new semester.

I give my head a shake, water lightly spraying the empty university foyer.

Fortunately, nobody is around to see me this disheveled. Unfortunately, I’m extremely late for my first lecture.

I give the downpour outside one last glare before I rush to find lecture hall 607.

It doesn’t take me long to find the hall, but that doesn’t make walking into a crowded room any easier. All eyes turn and stare at me as I try to sneak inside.

Of all the eyes focused on me, his are the most intense. They perfectly suit the chiseled features of his face, the way he expresses such emotions in just a simple look.

And then there’s his muscular build, barely concealed beneath his crisp shirt and black trousers. He exudes confidence as I walk to one of the few empty seats, right near the front of the hall.

“You are quite late. What’s your name?”

Embarrassment builds inside me. My face flushes red as I avoid looking at him directly. I quickly gave my name, then lower my head as far into my clothes as I can, hoping something will divert his attention.

Seconds tick by and still he stares, his gaze burning into me.

Then… finally… he returns to the lecture at hand, leaving me to nervously peer at him as he strides across the room. Now everyone else has forgotten about me.

I reach into my cluttered bag and begin pulling out my notepad and books.

When I look up to copy the notes already on the board, his eyes are trained on me once more.

I feel hot again, but it’s not just from embarrassment now, there’s something else. It’s that look, that stern, commanding, dominant stare.

The more he watches me, the more my skin tingles with rising heat, goosebumps prickling along my flesh.

I nibble my bottom lip as I watch him. Has he noticed the effect he has on me? Is that why he keeps staring?

So many thoughts of him begin to invade my mind, of him whispering my name, of those strong arms of his pulling me close, of the feel of my back bumping against the whiteboard as he kisses me.

I’m so lost in my own fantasies that I barely hear him dismiss the class. When I finally realise, I’m the only one left.

He’s already stood in front of me, his eyes piercing.

“Why were you late this morning?”

I stumble over my own tongue, the words stuck in my throat. It’s not the question that sends me reeling, but that sultry, commanding voice of his.

Yes, I’m embarrassed at being called out like this, but I’m also turned on by the way his voice rings in my ears. The way he speaks to me feels so intimate…

A small wisp of a smirk appears on his handsome features. Then he prods again, this time with another question.

“Why are you so wet?”

I gulp when I hear him, the ache between my legs growing in intensity the longer the question hangs between us. I know it’s an innocent question, that my mind is turning it dirty, but I can’t think of anything else when he looks at me so intently.

His smile widens as he begins to walk back over to his desk.

Slightly confused, I frown with curiosity as I watch him reach into one of its drawers.

He brings out a small towel. He saunters back over to me and passes me it.

I accept his offer gratefully, mindful of how soggy my clothes still are. It feels so soft in the palm of my hands, a soothing and welcomed texture, after such a wet start to the day.

The seating is too cramped for me to effectively dry myself sitting down, ao I stand up and begin rubbing myself down, trying my best to be as quick and as graceful as possible. I don’t want to look more of a fool in front of him.

“May I help?”

I blush a little, but readily accept his help, both eager to be dry and closer to him.

Then I feel him behind me, his body pressing against mine. I can feel his crotch resting against the curve of my ass, the two of us fitting together like pieces of a puzzle, my curves molding to his.

He lightly moves against me as he reaches to take the towel from my hands. I try to stifle my faint moans, but I can’t help it. He feels so good this close to him.

With the towel in hand, he starts rubbing up and down my waist, every stroke taking him lower down my body.

“Are you still wet?”

He asks if I’m still wet, his voice barely above a whisper. The heat of his breath tickles my earlobe as he leans into me.

My breath catches in my throat. Every inch of me is tense with desire as he moves one of his hands across my stomach, his fingers tracing along the waistband of my trousers, teasing me, coaxing further moans from me.

Then he dips his hand underneath the material, enjoying how his skin feels against mine. Skillful fingers brush across the top of my underwear, my pussy aching to the point of frustration.

I need him to touch me, for him to feel how badly I want him.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he tucks a finger around the hem of my panties and slides his fingers between my lips.

A deep, carnal growl purrs in my ear as my wetness coats his finger, my moans soon joining his as he strokes his way to my clit.

He only uses the lightest touch, nothing more than a brush against my exposed flesh, yet my whole body shudders with pleasure, a sensation that rocks me again when he begins to apply more pressure, his finger now circling my clit in rhythmic circles, every one of them causing me to forget myself, forget where we are and who he is. All I care about is this feeling. I never want it to end.

Our bodies lightly grind against one another, the feel of his bulge against my ass only adding to my lust.

I want him to take me, right here and now. I don’t care if we’re caught. I don’t care who sees...

Suddenly a loud bang echoes around the room.

Startled, I open my eyes. I’m alone, completely alone in an empty lecture hall.

For a few seconds I’m dazed and confused, then I cast my eyes to the large clock above the whiteboard.

It’s 12:10. The lecture finished ten minutes ago.

I give a heavy sigh as I slump in my seat. My whole body, still aflame for his touch…