Altina & the Older Professor Ch. 01

Still, these moments were fleeting as we were both often absorbed in our work - he at his desk or on the phone and me in my little window cubicle with the laptop. That meant finding and taking advantage of those opportunities when he could get a good look at me - arriving and making a show of taking off my outerwear or taking a short trip to the small bathroom in the corner.

But the best time, I came to find, was when I making tea. Now, I'm not actually a big tea drinker, but Professor Walton was. It made perfect sense, at least for that semester, that I become a tea drinker as well. So I did.

He had a little bar set-up near his desk that had a teapot, small sink and a variety of cups and teas. I'd take my time, selecting a tea and then steeping my selection. This was often a good time for us to chat casually as well - usually me standing and him sitting and rotated in his swivel chair to face me. I found I loved to turn to him and lean against the counter, two hands wrapped around my steaming cup as I took the few first sips. It became a rare journey to the tea bar that didn't result in him turning to talk to me - and look at me.

As the weeks went by I began to notice three things. First, his demeanor in class continued to give absolutely no indication of our relationship in his office, such as it was at the time. I knew he had informed the other applicants that he had chosen an assistant, but he never made mention of it again in class. He treated me like any other student - nary a wink or a nod.

Secondly, he had a softer side when we were alone as opposed to lecturing to fifty eager young students. He still had an erudite and commanding presence, but he began to seem more approachable to me when we were alone - more human. He was a distinguished and honorable professor for a reason, but that didn't mean he didn't have a weakness for the female form. He was a man, and I was doing everything I could, albeit subtly, to tempt him.

And, finally, and perhaps most importantly, we both began to enjoy our visual surveys of one another. As I mentioned he was increasingly taking every opportunity afforded him to look at my body. And I, in turn, took this as a sign that ogling was allowed in the opposite direction as well. It happened gradually and we never acknowledged it out loud, but it was happening without a doubt.

One Friday I wore my most revealing leggings to his office. I guess it's the fit to blame, but these particular leggings tuck up very tightly into my crotch and are very stretchy and form-fitting. I do, if I may brag, have a very prominent mound and this particular garment - black with gray stripes - really accentuates the rise of my mons and even tucks in slightly to my slit. The subtle stretch of the stripes reinforces the contour of my pudendum. I don't wear them often - they're so revealing - but I got up the nerve to wear them that day to "work". I wore them with a loose hoodie that was short enough to make my bottom half completely visible.

I took an extra long time that day choosing my tea, and as it steeped, I turned to chat with Professor Walton. I hadn't realized until he turned to face me in his chair that he was wearing the infamous jeans I mentioned earlier on. That was the day when I think our mutual ogling crossed the subtle line. As I leaned against the counter I moved my hands to rest against the counter and subtly crossed my ankles, much as he had done in class that day. I smiled as he turned 90 degrees to face me head on in his tight worn jeans. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like minutes, but was only a few long seconds.

His eyes washed up and down my body. Not only did I not mind, I found myself getting incredibly aroused by his admiring gaze. Here was the professor I so admired - the one who commanded our attention in class - staring at and assessing my body. He smiled as he looked me in the eyes, then let his gaze sweep down my length. The hoodie hid anything of interest up above, but his eyes locked onto my pussy and my legs. He knew I was looking right back at him, but he also knew I was standing there on purpose. That's because...I was.

And I took full advantage of the moment as well. The way he was seated in his chair seemed to compress the big round bulge of his penis into a completely irresistible package of male potency. It may have been the way he was sitting or could have been my imagination, but his bulge looked huge. I had never wanted something more in my life - and had certainly never wanted a man more.

I finally turned to steep my tea, but could tell he had not turned back to his desk. I could literally feel his eyes on me - looking at my tight little bubble butt in black and gray. I stood that way, preparing my tea, for a good two minutes. He remained still. As my tea was ready to drink, I cupped it in two hands, turned to look at him again and blew the steam from the top of my cup. We stared at each other with a look that seemed to cross an invisible line.

He cleared his throat and spoke. "Altina, I just want to say that you're doing a most excellent job - your editing skills, your focus, your work ethic. I made a wise choice in you indeed, young lady." Our eyes locked in on one another. I smiled and thanked him and said it was my honor and privilege. With that I turned and walked back to my desk.

It was as I sat down I realized I was completely soaked. This visual teasing only intensified over the next week or so as we continued to silently push the limits each time we were together. It was a double-edged sword for me - seeing him in class two days a week doing his commanding dominant thing and then two days a week in his office seeing his softer, yet no less powerful and masculine, side. I was completely and utterly enraptured by the game we were playing and loved that it marched along to its own drummer.

The following Friday I wore a shorter clinging dress to the office. It had long sleeves and a flouncy bottom and was a cobalt blue that mirrored my eyes. The top clung to my chest and I didn't wear a bra that day. My nipples become very hard and visible when I'm aroused so I thought it would be fun to tease Professor Walton with the upper part of my body for a change.

The sexual tension that day was palpable and I kept feeling like something was going to give. Tea time was tantalizing as always, yet it was interesting to note that his eyes scanned my breasts and my nipples, yet he seemed to focus mostly on my bare legs. The dress was rather short but loose and swirled around my legs as I moved.

At one point we needed to review some of the notes and had to share his computer to look at the original text. I sat to his right side and we reviewed things on his screen. My dress had ridden up my slender thighs, but I made no move to adjust it. Our legs were practically touching when he used his left hand to point to something on the monitor. As he pointed, his right hand drifted down and lay warmly on my knee as he made a point. It was our first time touching and his light grip practically took my breath away.

He rolled back on his chair slightly and turned to look at me - his hand now sliding down to the inside of my knee. We looked at each other and tried to decipher what the other was thinking and feeling. He finally broke the awkward silence.

"Your leg is very smooth, Altina."

"Thank you, Professor. Organic lotions are a girl's best friend," I smiled.

"Well, they seem to work," he smiled. His hand began to drift up and down the lower inner section of my thigh, as if suddenly interested in the effects of female products on my smooth skin. I did nothing to stop him. In fact, I parted my legs slightly to accommodate him. I could not believe what was happening and did my best to maintain my composure. "Very very nice," he continued in that whisper that always sent shivers down my spine in class.

"Altina," he said in his deep commanding voice, lightly stroking my leg as he spoke to me. "It must come as no surprise that I am drawn to you. I am not one to typically hit on students, but...well, it's hard to put into words." He hesitated and looked at me with warm eyes that had me on the verge of melting. "This feels different, somehow, Altina. Very different."

His hand continued to gently knead soft thigh flesh as we talked.

"Professor, I'm embarrassed to admit it, but...I've been drawn to you from the first day you walked in class. I still can't believe you chose me to be your assistant." I hesitated to continue, but his silence and warm smile kept me talking. "I mean, I have experience, but not with older men. And my feelings for this job - for you - are unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I just want...to do whatever you need, sir." And, at that very moment, I was literally willing to do whatever he wanted.

I felt like I was suddenly blathering and awaited some guidance on where this was going. The closeness of this man and his touch on my leg was sending my arousal to new heights. I wondered if he could smell my scent, because I could.

He smiled as his large hand continued to gently caress the inside of my thighs just inches above my knee. "Well, Ms. Beck. I do have an idea on how things might proceed between you and me." His eyes bore a hole in my soul and left me breathless.

"Please. Tell me," I whispered in reply.

"Well, young Ms. Beck. One thing I can tell you is, we're going to move slowly." As he said this his hand slid a little further up my inner thigh. My natural reaction was to part my legs a little further. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, but he stopped short about two-thirds of the way up my thigh.

"Let us try this, Ms. Beck." He stood, removed his hand from my leg, and walked over to the leather sofa and retrieved two small throw pillows. I wasn't sure what I was in store for, but I trusted him to move slow and methodically. I was, at that moment, so very aroused. I already missed his large warm hand on my inner thigh.

He placed the pillows on his desk after cleaning up a few papers and books and putting them on a side table. I couldn't tell what he had in mind. He took my hand and had me stand up.

"Altina, I want you to sit on the edge of my desk, facing me." I did as I was told and sat my tiny bottom on his desk, my legs dangling over the edge. "Now adjust those pillows so you can lean back on your elbows and watch, young lady." I leaned back at his command. The position forced my breasts out, my nipples practically bursting through the thin velour fabric. He moved his chair into position between my legs as he gently pushed them apart - and then lifted them so that my heels were placed on the cushioned arm rests of his fancy ergonomic chair.

"Lovely," he whispered. "Isn't this nice." It was a statement more than a question.

I wasn't quite sure what was about to happen, but I totally trusted this man. I was also more turned on by him than any man I'd ever been with. This was a moment, which would certainly lead to other moments, and I was determined to push through my doubts and see what was about to happen.

He looked me in the eye. "We're not going to do much today, Ms. Beck. Very little, in fact. You and I? Well, we're going to go very slowly. No clothes are coming off today. Nothing untoward is going to happen," he stated, assuredly. "I am just going to...explore a bit, young lady. Agreed?"

I could barely speak. I was so aroused and confused and surprised. "Yes, Professor. Of course."

"Now these legs are really quite magnificent, Altina." I leaned up on my elbows and watched his large hands on my legs. Each time he slid his hands up my legs, he went a little higher. The cut of the dress meant that most of the skirt part had fallen between my thighs and covered me. But as his hands moved, the hem of the dress slid up higher...and higher still.

"Now, Ms. Beck, I want you to be comfortable as I touch you. If I do something that you don't like, you must promise to let me know. Is that fair?"

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"And, in accord with that, if I do something you like, you'll promise to let me know. Is that acceptable?"

"Oh, yes, Professor. Yes..."

His hands were like magic on my legs. They were warm and he moved them with such assuredness and confidence. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I'd never been more turned on in my whole life. And all he was doing was touching my legs.

"You skin is so smooth, young lady...especially along here." He moved the backs of his hands up and down the insides of my thighs. I could feel my hips starting to buck ever so slightly. My need was growing.

"And the undersides of your thighs are both supple but firm. Are you a runner?"

"Yes, Professor. Oh, God..." He had spread each hand and was grasping the underside of both thighs - his thumbs toward the inside and his fingers caressing the bottom and outer thigh. No one had ever...

"Is that an 'Oh God, that feels wonderful,' or...?"

"Yes, it feels amazing. Touch me," I hissed.

"Very well. I think it's time that we lift this dress up, Ms. Beck. Don't you?" I couldn't respond verbally. I just nodded and watched him move with the confidence inherent in his age and wisdom.

Slowly, he raised the hem of my dress and exposed more and more of my bare legs. Anyone walking in right then might have thought I was about to undergo an academic pelvic exam. Yet this felt nothing like that. This was Professor Walton unveiling my body. His eyes were glued to me as he raised the hem of my dress up above my hips. His eyes grew wide and a broad smile spread across his face.

"Oh, Ms. Beck. Such beauty."

I could now see what he could see: my pussy clad in only tiny light blue panties. This position caused the cotton panel covering me to bulge out with the rise of my mons. His large hands rested softly on either side of my upper thighs, framing the view of my panty clad pudendum.

"And, Altina. If I'm not mistaken, you have a small wet spot on your panties...right here."

As he pressed his thick thumb against me I groaned and lifted my hips up to encourage him. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to...well, I wanted everything. But I took a deep breath, knowing that this was a slow moving ship and I needed to respect his process. He was the maestro and I was there to be led at this very moment.

His thumb now applied pressure against my opening and he slid it up slightly to push against my clit. He looked up into my eyes as he touched me and massaged my pussy - protected now by only a thin gusset of wet cotton. I couldn't keep my hips from gyrating slightly - trying to give him cues that what he was doing was...perfect.

"You make me so wet," I blurted out.

"So it appears, young lady. And, oh my, you do smell divine." He moved his face in closer between my legs and inhaled deeply, like he was gathering in the bouquet of a freshly cut flowers. His fingertips began to trace tender designs over my mound as he gazed at me with a mixture of lust and pleasure.

"Do you like...my pussy?" I asked. I couldn't believe I had posed such a question, but it seemed so appropriate to the moment.

"I do, Altina, I do. I saw it the other day encased in your skin-tight leggings and, well, I have been able to think of little else since."

He placed his entire hand over my pussy and cupped my labia with confidence, but just for a few seconds. I gasped in response. He smiled at me, slid his hands up and down my thighs one more time and then started to push his chair back slowly.

"But I think that is quite enough for today, Ms. Beck. I was serious about our clothes staying on...today. We can talk about the future. But I would like to make a suggestion for Wednesday, if I may?"

"Yes of course." He lifted my legs and let them down slowly as he pushed his chair back further. My loose dress fell down between my legs again, like a curtain closing after a sneak preview of a new show. I felt a bit strange and disconcerted - I had wanted more. I would have settled for it all. But I knew I needed to follow his pace.

"Come. Sit." I straightened myself out a bit and sat down next to him again. "On Wednesday I would like you to wear another dress. And under the dress I want you to wear your smallest sexiest lingerie. Can you do that for me?" I nodded. "And I'd also like you to bring a pair of your sexiest heels, preferably with ankle straps. Do you own such a pair?" I nodded again.

"Excellent. I will want you to work for the first hour without your dress on - lingerie and heels only. Perhaps you might dawdle at the tea pot as you so often do? And then we'll figure out a way to occupy our time the second hour. Does that sound like a good plan?"

"Oh, yes sir. I...well, I would be pleased to do that for you. Yes."

I could tell I was being dismissed for the day as I returned to my little cubicle. I packed up my things, put on my coat and left as I had so many times before. But on this day we had crossed a threshold...and there was no turning back. He smiled warmly as I closed the door behind me and floated all the way down his walk to the street.

I was flying high after our brief session and my mind was whirling with what had transpired, but even more by what it portended for the future. I walked back to my dorm in a daze and proceeded to have a most focused and intense masturbation session minutes after walking through my door.

Over the next few days my mind was a blur and I felt like my emotions were on an erotic roller coaster. Every once in a while a sliver of doubt would sneak into my mind. Was this the right thing to be doing? Was there risk in such behavior? Was I going to get hurt?

Yet despite bouts of guilt and uncertainty, the momentum from the slow build-up of our connection was truly and overwhelmingly positive. I had a clear head about what I was doing - what "we" were doing. I had no expectations that this was any more than what it was - a temporary interlude between a distinguished professor and his young assistant. Perhaps it was a cliché, but so be it. I had never been so completely aroused in my short time as a sexually active young adult. And the more I thought about the adventure we had embarked on, the more I wanted to see it through.

Over the weekend I got a manicure and pedicure and bought some new lingerie. I picked out my outfit for Wednesday and threw myself into my studies to take my mind off of obsessing about the week ahead.

Tuesday's class came and went without a hitch. I loved sitting in class looking at all the adoring young females batting eyes and flashing cleavage at Professor Walton. Yet it was I - with absolutely no one the wiser - who would be tending to his needs the very next day. He never paid more heed to me than anyone else in the class. Our burgeoning connection was totally off the radar - and that made it all the hotter.

I took my time getting ready that Wednesday. I showered, shaved and applied lotion to my entire body. Everything I did in getting ready was with an eye toward the fact that he would be seeing and touching me - all of me.

It was a frigid late March day with a dirty sky, but I barely noticed as I walked from my dorm room to see Professor Walton that afternoon. To a passerby I looked like I was sensibly dressed for inclement weather. They had no idea how I was dressed below - or that I was on my way to see a professor in a very private setting.

I floated along on this wave of anticipation up to the moment I walked through his home office door that day. Professor Walton looked up from his desk with a smile as I entered. I had once again worn a long overcoat to cover up my outfit below and I felt the Professor's eyes on me as I shed my outerwear and hung up my scarf. While it was cold outside, Professor Walton's office was toasty warm and my body felt its embrace.