Educating Miss Smithson

:Well why don't I tell you the tale of a college girl whose professor felt she needed to be taught in a more practical way?"

"Alright!" Then a surprise as the guard wheels his chair up between our cell door.

Now this sound promising!"

She had to come to my office, she knew her grades were that bad. She had to be aware that only a face to face with me would be the solution to her lack of understanding on the subject. As she stood in front of my wide polished oak desk she was slightly trembling as I peered at her over the rim of my glasses. “What do you have to say for you paltry attempt to pass me course Miss Smithson?”

“Professor Cartier I don’t understand why I can’t seem to grasp what your teaching!” Her gaze lowered to the top of my desk or to her shoes, I didn’t know which! “In high school Biology was my best subject!”

“At least have the common decency to look me in the face when talking to me!” Instantly her head snaps up, her eyes centered on my face, even as I begin to get out of my chair “Maybe you need a different approach to learn the subject Miss Smithson?”

Nervous, “A-a-a-a different approach-h-h-h sir?”

Coming around the desk and her, I have to say I never noticed how she filled out the women’s Levis jeans before. A compact round little ass that wasn’t hard on the eyes but was making a part of my biology respond to it’s apparent charms. The jacket she has on, arms folded across her chest makes it very hard for me to get a complete view of what she had to offer. Don’t get me wrong I knew from the start that she was a fresh face girl with blue eyes who usually wore a subtle shade of pink on her lips but the height of the desk and the fact that I looked up from the floor level to the tiers of seats made it impossible for me to determine anything else about her.

“Yes a different approach!” Reaching out to rest my hand on the curve of her right asscheek. “Maybe a more practical approach is required!” Gliding the palm from the top of her cheek to the top of her thigh, leaning close, lowering my voice “and I do mean practical!”

Funny she doesn’t squirms from my touch, nor is she responsive to it either. I decide then and there to test just what I could get Miss Smithson to do here. Taking my right hand along the side of her thigh to the zipper of her jeans, I would have sworn that she would have tried to get away from my advances. To my surprise as I slowly lowered her zipper down, she didn’t move or seemed to breathe either. With it fully down I reach up to undo the button to the front of her jeans, opening her jeans, giving me access to what was inside.

“Shall we start with, the parts of the female system?” Sliding my hand in over the front of what I thought would be her undergarment, but to my surprise was bare flesh. “Now Miss Smithson! What is my hand currently touching?”

Only her speech betrays her nervousness “M-m-m-m-y moun-d-d-d-d-d sir!”

“THE SCIENTIFIC TERM IF YOU PLEASE MISS SMITHSON!”

My right hand gently caressing the flesh “My Mons-s-s-s Pubis-s-s-s Professor Cartier-r-r-r-r”

“Well I must say I’m surprised that you knew that Miss Smithson!” my hand coming down to push the jeans down her legs. Stepping back so I could watch as the blue denim material gently slide down her shapely legs. The sight of her bare ass had me erecting even faster than my perceived image of what it would look like did. As my eyes took it all in, I wondered how it would look with big red hand prints over each cheek!