Professor..

It was a rainy day...thunderstorms and harsh wind hitting the window causing loud thuds as I watched water droplets running down the window so did the whether between my leg was....rainy, wet, soaked with every inch in me controlling not to let out any sound as I sat in the class with 45 other children. I pressed my thighs together to control the throbbing.

In a sudden shift the door of classroom slided and entered a fine man with well polished leather shoes beige trousers with the waist belt in the same shade as his shoes. A navy blue colour well ironed shirt tucked in with collar and first button open of the formal attire. He didn't had any accessories on but just an old fashioned silver stainless steel Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist which looked it belonged to an elder of his family. He looked like a man in his early to mkd 30's. His brunette hair at temples slightly greyish...his cheekbones hollow and jawline sharp with angular facial features making him look masculine.

He started speaking, his voice raspy and deep with harsh subtle tone

I'm Ralph Anderson and I'm accounted for teaching you all economics. I won't forgive slacking off or taking my class unseriously....I want assignments submitted 2 days before date of submisssion and not a single assignment on the exact deadline. I'm clear enough now, let's proceed with introductions.

Everyone started to give their introductions until those sharp eyes landed on me. He looked at me like he expected quick answers.

I'm Ivy Foster. I spoke subtly as if juices in my panties weren't making a pool.

He just gave a nod but fuck his sharp and observant eyes wasn't like making almost feral. I kept looking at him whole lecture without making it obvious but rather subtly but enough to create sexual tension.