ker. With all those muscles, he looked as though he were made of stone, but also like he gave the best hugs. I imagined those strong arms wrapped around me and a shiver ran through my body. I had to shake the thought from my mind. I circled behind the easels keeping my eyes trained on him trying to find his best angle and didn't stop until I was facing his back. And what a glorious and strong back it was! He had broad shoulders and this sexy dip where his spine was. His back slimmed at the waist and just below, a glimpse of his crack peeked out from under his towel. From the looks of it, he had a great ass. I wanted nothing more than to hug him from behind. My arms would wrap tight around his waist and I'd rest my face upon his back. I closed my eyes and imagined going to sleep like that, a smile spreading across my face.
I opened my eyes and as I sat on my stool, I wondered if a picture would be inappropriate. Ok, I knew that a picture would be inappropriate but I wanted one anyway. I mean, how often is there a naked God with a perfect back sitting before you as though on a platter? Never, that's how often and I wanted a keepsake for my private collection for private moments with my private parts. I took my phone out of my pocket and acted like I was reaching in my bag for my sketch pad, but really, I was scoping the scene to see if anyone was watching. There were only three other students in the classroom at the time and these three had already begun sketching, albeit they had all decided to sketch him from the front and were thus facing me.
At that moment, I realized what a creep I was being. From the fact that I was facing his ass to the fact that I wanted to sneak a picture of said ass, I was totally being a creep. But even as I admitted the creepiness of the situation to myself, I still proceeded to pretend to take a selfie whilst taking a barrage of silent pictures of Professor Moore's back.
Once I was satisfied with my pictures, I put away my phone and finally opened my sketch pad. Now, more students were arriving and taking seats on stools. I took out a pencil and began sketching. After putting in some time and work, the sketch was coming along nicely. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that I had a beautiful subject. As my sketch got closer to completion, my mind began to wander and I quickly realized that pictures of his back alone were not enough. I needed more.
I quickly scanned the classroom. Everyone else was still sketching, but I noticed an empty stool and easel facing him. I bit my lip in contemplation, realizing why it was empty: it sat directly in his line of vision! How was I going to take a candid picture of someone who was looking directly at me? The yearning between my legs told me that I'd figure it out and urged me to gather my things and stand up. Quickly and quietly, I made my way around the perimeter of stools until I arrived at the empty one and sat down. I took my sketchbook and pencil back out and tried to sketch, but it was hard to concentrate with how intensely Professor Moore was staring at me. I felt myself blushing and going hot all over. This was the hot seat! Every time I looked up, our eyes met. It was going to be impossible to get a picture without him knowing, I thought as I drew.
Then a voice inside of me whispered "I want him to know." The thought threw me off and made me freeze with anticipation, yet my hand twitched in the direction of my phone. What the fuck was I considering right now? I tried to shake the thought away and focus on my drawing, which was coming out even better than the first one, might I add! Every time I’d look up, we'd lock eyes and more fuel was thrown on the fire inside that made my body glow. The artist in me wanted to capture the intensity of his gaze on paper and I tried my hardest despite the puddle forming between my legs. I opened and closed my legs in an attempt to bring down the temperature between them but, to no avail. When my legs parted, I noticed his eyes shift ever so slightly downward. It was so fast that I wondered if I was imagining it, but then I noticed a flush of red spread over his chest and neck. He was blushing! Why would he be blushing unless.
Just then, he sat up so abruptly that it made me jump and drop my pencil.
"Alright class, that's a wrap!" He boomed in a smooth baritone. Maybe he was just checking the time on his wristwatch, I thought to myself. But I didn’t believe that. Professor Moore had tried to get a glimpse of my pussy! He stretched revealing the full expanse of his body. My eyes travelled up from the tips of the V that extended upward from under his towel, to a neat happy trail that led to his taut belly button. The stretch showed off his long torso and washboard abs that were covered in cute freckles. He had little pink nipples and a small patch of thin curly hair on his chest. His arms reminded me of thick ropes. The kind that could secure a massive ship to a dock.
Before I could think about it or stop myself, I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of him stretching. Then, just as quickly, I put my phone away and made sure that no one had seen me. No one had except for Professor Moore and he stared at me before addressing the class.
"On Wednesday, we'll review and critique your sketches. That's all for today. Enjoy the rest of your day!" He said with a clap of his big hands, dismissing the class. You know what they say about big hands? Well, you know what I say about big hands? A man with big hands carries a big...
I hauled ass out of that class so fast that you'd think my panties were on fire and they might as well have been with all the heat that was generating between my legs. I made a beeline for the women's bathroom and locked myself in the handicapped stall. I had to get out of these wet panties. I peeled off the wet lace and thought about tossing them in the trash versus carrying them around in my bag, but then had a better idea. That same voice from earlier thought that I could put my pink lace thong to better use. I smiled deviously as I unlocked the stall door and exited the bathroom, the panties balled up in my hand.
I caught the elevator downstairs, but this time, I wasn't alone; the elevator was full. I couldn't help smiling at the fact that unbeknownst to the other people on this elevator, I had a pair of wet panties in my hand and none under my dress. It gave me a rush! I didn't know what had come over me, but if the rest of the semester was anything like this morning, then I was ready for it! The first floor held the creative arts professor’s offices. I marched with purpose in search of Professor Moore's office. The professor's names were printed on their mailboxes. When I found Professor Moore's mailbox, beside his office door, I calmly opened it and dropped my panties inside before turning on my heels to leave. I walked out of the building with a sense of accomplishment feeling very womanly and powerful. I headed across the campus lawn to a secluded bench under a shady tree. There, Gemma was impatiently waiting for me.
"What took you so long teacher’s pet?" She greeted me. I smiled. Little did she know. I didn't answer, I just shrugged as I sat down beside her on the bench and casually crossed one leg over the other. Warm wind blew up my dress and I could feel the moving air on the bare lips of my bald pussy. My smile grew.
"So how was your first class of the semester?" I asked Gemma pleasantly. I wasn't even listening when she went on to tell me; I was lost in a fantasy. I imagined Professor Moore strolling across the lawn wearing nothing but that towel, his eyes on me with every step. I'd spread my legs for him like a blossoming flower as he dropped down to his knees and...
"I have to head back to the apartment! I left a book that I need for my next class!" I suddenly exclaimed springing up from my seat and interrupting Gemma in mid-sentence. Gemma looked at me sceptically but she couldn't even begin to understand what was going on with me. Before she could respond, I gathered my things, ready to go.
"Let's meet in the dining hall for lunch!" I told her as I hurried off in the direction of our apartment.
As I walked, I scrolled through the pictures I had taken of Professor Moore. I groaned as I zoomed in on the different details of his physique. My favorite picture by far was the one of him stretching; it made me want to lick him from neck to navel and then some. When I got to our apartment building, I buzzed myself in and ripped the door open. We lived on the second floor and there was no elevator so I ran up the couple flights of stairs, cursing with every step. I was sweating by the time I reached our apartment. Blonde curls were stuck to my face and neck and my headband was askew. I quickly unlocked the heavy door and let myself in, slamming it shut behind me. Since it was hot out and we didn't have to pay for electricity, we had left the air conditioner on in the living room. The cool air was refreshing and I closed my eyes to enjoy it, leaning my bare back against the metal door. I wasn't going to make it to my bedroom. Gemma's cat Sprinkles came out of hiding to welcome me home with a meow as she rubbed herself against my leg. I wished her away.
"Shoo Sprinkles. I don't want your innocent eyes to see this," I told her. She responded with a meow and proceeded to sit down on the hardwood floor and lick herself. I slid down to the floor, legs wide open as I looked at my phone. On the screen was the picture of Professor Moore stretching. And what was that? I zoomed in to the front of his towel and let out a combination of a moan and a squeal, my free hand finding its way to the slippery lips between my legs. Professor Moore had blessed me with a dick print!
I stroked the fire between my legs, relishing how slick my fingers were getting. I imagined Professor Moore standing over me, his dick dangling behind his towel, and my fingers dove deep into my pussy. I imagined myself pulling his towel off and his hard dick springing up to look me in the face and my mouth salivated. I wanted to take his huge dick in my mouth. I stuck out my tongue as my fingers caressed my hard clit, my hips grinding against
the floor.
"Mm Professor Moore," I moaned as I licked my pouty pink lips. I stuck my wet hand in my mouth and sucked the juices off as my other hand took its place between my legs. I eased my fingers inside as my thumb worked my clit, lost in my fantasy and blinded by my oncoming orgasm. I came on my hand on the living room floor calling out Professor Moore's name while Sprinkles licked herself and watched me.
Now I was sleepy, hot, sticky, and thirsty. I laid out on the floor, resting my sweaty head on the cool wood floor. If it weren't all the way in the kitchen, I'd probably drink out of Sprinkle's water bowl. It was probably for the best that her water bowl was in the kitchen. I just wanted to crawl into my bed and go to sleep, but I didn't have a nap scheduled until after lunch and I had another class before lunch that would probably be starting soon. If I was lucky, I had enough time for a shower, but definitely not a nap. I blindly searched the floor with my hand for my phone. When I found it, I checked the time. I had half an hour before my next class. I needed to pull myself together fast! I picked myself up off the floor and stripped on my way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor behind me. I was naked by the time that I got in the bathroom. I turned on the cold water and climbed into the shower, letting the water wash over me. I could wash away the remnants of my passion, but never my feelings for Professor Moore.
Obsessed
My other classes were gray blurs in comparison to Figure Drawing 101. Professor Moore's teaching style was very...unorthodox, to say the least. He was very "hands on" and liked to interact with his students. One class, he asked for two volunteers to model together for the class. As tempted as I was, I didn't raise my hand. I was waiting for the opportunity to model with Professor Moore and I refused to settle. He asked for a female volunteer and a male volunteer. Then he had them do really expressive and intimate poses. Every pose, I imagined that it was Professor Moore and I doing it and I'd get aroused.
I was one of the best artists in the class. I knew it and so did everyone else. It seemed like Professor Moore went out of his way not to praise me too much which made me work harder. When I wasn't in Figure Drawing 101, I was fantasizing about Professor Moore. I had written poems about him in the notebooks that were for my other classes. I spent my free time drawing him and sometimes drawing us together. On my laptop was a whole collection of candid pictures that I had taken of Professor Moore without him knowing. Most were taken in class, but some were from around campus. He was the background on the home screen of my phone!
I had made it a habit of randomly dropping off my panties in his mailbox. It was my guilty pleasure. I usually did it after a super intense masturbation session. One day, when I was going to drop off a pair of black boy shorts, I found that Professor Moore had accidentally left the door to his office ajar. So, naturally, I snuck into his office. I was in heaven! His office smelled like paint, cologne, and leather. Paintings decorated the walls, books and sculptures lined the shelves. There was a large window overlooking the lawn. I could see me and Gemma's tree from here! Beside the window, was a large mahogany desk with a matching leather cushioned office chair. There were papers messily strewn across the desk and an unfinished mug of tea. I sat down behind the desk and picked up the tea. I brought the mug up to my lips and took a sip. It was still warm! He was just here, sitting in this seat, drinking from this mug. I took another sip, trying to figure out how he liked his tea. It was sweet with a little spice in it. Maybe cinnamon? And ginger? My eyes searched the shelves for a box of tea. When I didn't see one, I searched the drawers of the desk and found a box of tea in the bottom drawer, but that's not all I found! In the bottom drawer of his desk were all the panties that I had left in his mailbox! I grinned from ear to hear. I was beyond flattered and a little turned on. I deposited the black boy shorts into the drawer, adding a new pair to his growing collection.
I leaned back in the chair and gazed out the window, wondering what would happen if Professor Moore walked in here right now. I imagined myself sitting here with my legs crossed, fingers teepee atop the desk. "I've been expecting you," I'd say. He'd close the door behind him and begin undressing.
My eyes were now closed as I touched myself to my fantasy. I licked my lips and lifted my leg up onto the desk as I slid my hand under my skirt. I arched my back as I touched myself, moaning softly. Suddenly, the office door opened! I heard someone enter and then the sound of the door close. I opened my eyes and found Professor Moore watching me wearing an expression that I couldn't read. I didn't stop. I continued touching myself while he watched.
"So you're the one who's been leaving panties in my mailbox," he finally said. I nodded and whimpered, biting my bottom lip. His dick was growing in his pants as he watched me. I smiled.
"Come here," I instructed. He obeyed, slowing walking forward as though in a trance. He unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, removing his long hard dick. The whole time, he never took his eyes off me. We just watched each other masturbate. I had never experienced anything like it. I removed my wet hand from between my legs and licked my fingers. Professor Moore moaned as he stroked himself. I was tired of masturbating. I wanted to make my fantasies come true. I removed my jacket and then pulled my shirt off, over my head. Then I unhooked my bra and let it drop onto the floor. He watched my every move and I watched him watch me. I stood up and pulled down my skirt, stepping out of it. Then I slipped out of my sandals. I stood before him, completely naked. His dick was rock hard and pointing straight at me. I sat back down with my legs spread before him like a gift. He took one step towards me, then another. I arched my back and resumed touching myself as I watched him draw nearer. He hesitated, as though debating over whether he should continue.