He's locking his office door

"Professor Collins, I'm glad I caught you, Vicky Kandinsky, I'm one of your students, I wanted to discuss my grade", she blurts out as she sees him lock his office door.

The Professor turns around to see her , and can't stop staring. She's trying to catch her breath, from having to almost run and then take the stairs to get here in time. He notices her heaving chest, glistening with a hint of sweat, and the blouse trying to hold her ample bosoms in. Is he imagining it, or can he see the outline of dark areolas and hardened nipples through the thin fabric.

"Ahem, Professor Collins, Vicky Kandinsky, one of your students, I wanted to discuss my grades", she repeats with a look at his now closed door. He forces his eyes to her face, the name rings a bell but he doesn't remember seeing those melons in his class. 'I would have definitely remembered them' he thinks to himself as he glances back down to her boobs. He wasn't imagining it, he can surely see her nipples trying to poke through the fabric.

"Ah yes Vicky, I was on my way home, but I can make an exception for you", he turns around to hide the grin on his face as he unlocks his office door. He was on his way home to spend a boring weekend, being nagged by his wife for some or the other chore that he was putting off. He would rather spend some time getting an eyeful of those perky breasts instead. "Come on in, and close the door behind you."