Sinful professor

"And now it's time for assignments", everyone groaned out loudly as the professor started assigning assignment to students. Assignments were the worst thing to ever happen to students. But while everyone was getting frustrated about it, I couldn't stop staring at Mr. Williamson. His light blue shirt hugged his muscles enough to give an outline to his body. He had a broad chest and his hair were perfect slit back. He, too, might have got a bit exhausted as he now was rolling his sleeves, and boy oh boy, were his long veins to die for!

I didn't realise when i started drooling. My nipples were on high alert now, and my panty started getting wet at just a mere thought of his veiny hands on my breast, caressing it.

When he took my name to give me assignments, my inners started to shudder. I felt weak at my knees. And thank fucking god that the lecture got over beacuse i would have fell right then and there if he saw me took my name again.

I packed my bags and ran straight to the washroom. I locked the door, sat on the toilet seat, romved my panties and started rubbing my clit. I wore my red mini skirt which stops at my mid thigh, so it was easy to remove my panty. My nipples perked up and was easily visible through my tight white shirt.

My breast were a bit difficult to handle since they were round and touched each other even when i was not wearing a bra.

I was about to be done when i heard someone yell," hey!! Come out! I need to pee!!"

I was not at all satisfied and had to come out of the bathroom and go back for the next lecture.

When I got out in the corridor while fixing up my dress, i collided with a broad chest. I looked up to see the professor, standing there with his tall and confident attire.

"Ms. Thompson, good thing i found you here. I need to talk to you."

"Regarding?" I asked, trying to not show him what he does to my inner folds.

"That, I shall tell you in my cabin."

Oh boy! Being alone with him in his cabin room was not something i expected to happen today.