"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.