The Pussy Call

A Sexual Fantasy

— By Picture perfect

It's been a whole semester now with professor F.

At first I thought about him only at home. Did he undo that extra button in class for me? I don't actually think he notices me.

My mind switches off midway through the class as I fantasize about him going down on me. The bell goes, class is over.

There's only a few lectures left this term. I walk in to class, and sit in the middle of the u shaped seating arrangement in the lecture theatre. Today he will notice me.

My hair is up in a ponytail. My boots are knee high. My skirt is shorter than ever before. White top tucked in, cleavage on display.

As the class mutters away I open my legs, my striking red g string catches his attention. I reach down and stroke my self subtly. Now I've got your attention. He doesn't know where to look. He makes eye contact. I smile and pull my hand back up. Now I have your attention. That's all for today.

I go home and re-live the moment.

Next lecture. This time I do my hair and make up again, I wear my short black dress. He's noticed me from the start. As he starts his lecture, I open my legs. I'm wearing no underwear. I put my hand down and stroke myself gently. He stumbles cover his words. I bring my hand back up.

After the lecture, he asks me to wait behind. We say very little, we are both turned on, my heart races as he shuts the blinds and locks the door. He starts by kissing my neck and makes his way down my body. The cunnilingus is better than I dreamed of. And there on the table we explode into passionate sex.

The best sex I have ever had. See professor, it pays to take notice.

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