A suprise

I had been writing for about twenty minutes and was more than half the way through the essay. Seeing as the exam would feature three essays to be completed within an hour and a half, I was doing reasonably well for a girl mildly distracted by the heat of her professor's eyes on her legs and the dampness of her bikini bottoms. The constant squirming didn't seem to be putting off my productivity.

I had slipped my heels off after a few minutes. They were sexy for sure but they were not comfortable to work in. The freedom of my feet on his carpeted floor was luxurious and I had shivered when I noticed him shoot a few glances at them.

The urge to do a similar action to the "innocent" nipple scratch in my bikini bottoms was overwhelming but I somehow resisted. It seemed like there was a line I wasn't quite ready, or sexually excited enough, to cross. I did however feel the desire to up the naughtiness, I wasn't sure if I could pull it off though. I turned my head slightly to the side so I could see him in my peripheral vision. A blurred unfocused mass of dark hair and muscled man greeted me, head pointed firmly at the screen with the concentration only found when someone wishes it to appear that they are concentrating. I smiled to myself. Now was the time. With my eyes still fixed on my essay with a calm gaze and relaxed face, my right arm descended. I heard a momentary stop in his key presses the moment it slipped below the desk. I could just barely contain a laugh.

My left hand continued to scroll with my laptop's track pad and occasionally correct a few words in my previous paragraphs. Such a good student, editing her work, I thought to myself as my hand reached the left side of my bikini bottoms and fingers curled around its edge. His fingers were just lying on the keys now I could tell. I very gently pulled out any parts of the left side of my bikini bottom that were not flat to my skin and withdrew my hand. I heard him let out a silenced breath as he realized, I was just naturally adjusting my bikini.

It made it even more delicious when I heard him stop typing again when I lifted the right side of my bikini bottom and slid it over to join the left side in a bunch of fabric. I cast a small look downwards but I needn't have bothered. I could feel the taunt pressure of the fabric in one spot and the cool air caressing what was exposed. I couldn't help myself and arched my waist and chest forward as the exquisite pleasure of what I was doing coursed through my body and combined with the physical impact of the temperature change.

I instantly became a thousand times more aware of the moisture that was present along and at the bottom of my lips, gently cooling in the air. I knew with insane delight that he likely could not actually see my lips due to his position, my legs, and my bunched-up swimsuit, but he would know. He would absolutely know. And that was fantastic.

I nearly hit the roof when there was a knock at the door.

We both started in our chairs and gazed horrified at the door as if an imminent entrance was occurring but we both regained our awareness of the situation. This was a lecturer's office. No one would enter unless James gave his approval. I rapidly put my bikini bottoms back to the correct place while also realising that even properly arranged, my current attire was in no way suitable for visitors.

I turned my terrified face to him and momentarily saw my concern reflected in his face, concern for his job, for arrest maybe?

His face switched to motivated determination. He pointed at the second desk area in the corner. Its blue fabric screen prevented anyone from being seen unless they stood up inside it and enclosed the area from all sides, bar the entrance way that faced James' own desk. It had previously been another colleague's work area and housed the printer, or so James had told me, but now it was my salvation. I dived through the entrance way and slid myself under one the desks. Hidden from view I prayed that the mysterious visitor's business had nothing to do with this small work space.

"One moment." He called in a calm relaxed tone. A tone I would have never been able to call upon at such a moment. Perhaps that soothing Scottish accent granted him the ability to disguise any fear.

I heard a click from across the room as James wisely closed my laptop, preventing suspicion as much as he could. Then a rustle at the doorway. I peeked my head around the corner just as he walked back to his desk, carrying my skirt. I was relieved at his forethought and calm. The skirt disappeared underneath his desk and he turned away from his computer to place his hands on some papers.

"Come in!" He called gently.

I pulled myself away from the entrance way. Curiosity was overwhelmed by fear and the desire to hide my presence. I heard the door open and James turn on his chair and drop some papers gently, disguising the reason for his request for the visitor to wait. A voice I didn't recognize soon started conversing with James. I heard them sit down at the chair opposite his desk and they seemed to not suspect my presence.

I realized I had been breathing hard. My near miss started some critical thoughts. God, what was I doing? I could have jeopardized James' career and maybe even got him sent to prison. I was having fun and he had never seemed resistant, even seemingly enjoying it, but it was incredibly dangerous.

Well... No. I had done my research, shamefully late at night as though the secrecy would hide the guilt of what I was researching. I was of legal age and apparently, although frowned upon, there was nothing illegal about a relationship or...sex...between a professor and student. However, it was something that he might be shamed or even **** out of his job for.