| Straight: Serial Stories: A Penchant for Panties: A Penchant for Panties (1/14) |
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This is my story, I hope you enjoy… My name is Jayce and I’m Australian. I’m 5’7” slim and leggy, with a small waist and a killer ass. At least that’s what I’ve been told. I have shoulder length dark brown hair, big brown eyes, very full lips, dimples and a small button nose. I’m 22 years old, in my final year of university, and I have a thing for older men. Before you judge, let me explain… It started at the beginning of last year. I’d just started Chemistry classes. The Professor was new, straight from the United States. If rumour had it right he was supposed to be from Texas, though upon actually meeting him most students thought it was a crock because he didn’t sound like a Texan at all. Such was our worldly experience. We thought all Texan’s must sound like they do on TV. So anyway, we went to our first class. Professor Eric Stradford was waiting there for all his students to turn up. We shuffled in and took our seats. It wasn’t a big class only about fifty students all up so we all sort of spread out. The Professor did a roll call so he could match faces with names. Then he spent the first half hour of the class having a ‘getting to know you’ kind of session. You know, where you were from, how you liked uni and such. Then finally we got down to actually learning. I sat there and listened to him lecture. He was really rather good, his voice was mellow, low and vibrant, he really did have a passion for what he taught about, and I found myself fazing out and wondering what it would sound like if he were whispering in my ear. Now he wasn’t your 6’4, muscle bound hunk, that every student secretly dreams about in the privacy of their bedrooms while they furtively finger themselves silly beneath the bedcovers. To the contrary, he was your average everyday older professor. About 5’10 slim and trim, light brown hair, blue eyes behind wire rimmed glasses, a kind face and a nice smile. He was also probably in his late forties early fifties tops, though he still looked young and fit. He moved with athletic grace, free and easy, he dressed casually, casual pants, polo shirt and running shoes. He really was just your average everyday older guy. And I found myself extremely attracted to him. Freak; you may say. Quite possibly, but I just couldn’t help myself. When I fantasise about… well celebrities for example… I’m not dreaming of Brad Pitt or Matthew McConaughey, no I’m imagining Bruce Willis and Mel Gibson, god they are so sexy! And quite frankly so was Professor Stradford. At least to me. I was sitting reasonably close to the front of the classroom and every time he looked at me, smiled at me, I felt my body responding uncontrollably. My heart rate would accelerate, my skin would tingle, I felt my nipples hardening, and my clit began to throb. Now I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a bit of a flirt, a bit of a tease. And from where I was sitting in the third row, I knew the professor had a clear view under my desk. No one was sitting in front of me to obscure his vision. My pussy began to moisten as I thought about what I could do to catch his attention. I stood |
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