Yes Professor.
You slipped me a note when you returned my homework in class today, asking me to meet you at your house off-campus to discuss my grade. I dress carefully, plaid school girl skirt and just-too-tight collared white sleeveless. I knock. You answer the door casually dressed, shirt partially unbuttoned and the cuffs rolled back. You let me in and lead me to your office. I'm nervous as you close the door, but stand primly while you round the desk and sit, assessing me visually. Eventually you speak, expressing your concern that I am in danger of failing your class. "But Sir, I need this class to graduate! Is there anything I can do?" "What are you suggesting?" you ask, rising to stand too close behind me. Your proximity shames me as I feel warmth build between my legs. I am dangerously aware that I was in such a rush to leave my house, I forgot to put on panties. I swallow hard, and say, "Anything" as you run a light hand over my shoulder and down my hip. Pulling me back against your hard length, you murmur in my ear, "Anything?" I give you my consent; "Anything." What do I need to do to make the grade, Professor? MWF, 30, smaller BBW looking for NSA fantasy fulfillment. Currently just looking for a once-off, but if we mesh well, perhaps you can help me with a few other fantasies. I'm real, even turned in my ballot at the library for tonight's primaries. Prefer you live in the Hillsboro area and can host. I only have a few hard limits, which we can discuss over email or IM. My full body pic for yours, including your face. To weed out the spambots, tell me what I forgot to wear tonight in the subject line.
