I quickly scanned the classroom. Everyone else was still sketching, but I noticed an empty stool and easel facing him. I bit my lip in contemplation, realizing why it was empty: it sat directly in his line of vision! How was I going to take a candid picture of someone who was looking directly at me? The yearning between my legs told me that I'd figure it out and urged me to gather my things and stand up. Quickly and quietly, I made my way around the perimeter of stools until I arrived at the empty one and sat down. I took my sketchbook and pencil back out and tried to sketch, but it was hard to concentrate with how intensely Professor Moore was staring at me. I felt myself blushing and going hot all over. This was the hot seat! Every time I looked up, our eyes met. It was going to be impossible to get a picture without him knowing, I thought as I drew.
Then a voice inside of me whispered "I want him to know." The thought threw me off and made me freeze with anticipation, yet my hand twitched in the direction of my phone. What the fuck was I considering right now? I tried to shake the thought away and focus on my drawing, which was coming out even better than the first one, might I add! Every time I’d look up, we'd lock eyes and more fuel was thrown on the fire inside that made my body glow. The artist in me wanted to capture the intensity of his gaze on paper and I tried my hardest despite the puddle forming between my legs. I opened and closed my legs in an attempt to bring down the temperature between them but, to no avail. When my legs parted, I noticed his eyes shift ever so slightly downward. It was so fast that I wondered if I was imagining it, but then I noticed a flush of red spread over his chest and neck. He was blushing! Why would he be blushing unless.
Just then, he sat up so abruptly that it made me jump and drop my pencil.
"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.