I play it safe but add some adventure

I didn't go with his recommendations of outfit straight away. I stared out "daring" to wear a tight pair of black jeans with a black and yellow crop top. Even still it felt inappropriate. However, as I got into writing I mostly forgot about my outfit. Mostly. I did notice his gaze flick to me occasionally. It was probably just because I was the only other person in the room. Maybe I had moved? Or maybe he was just keeping an eye on his student, as was his responsibility. Maybe.

Or maybe the fact that this crop top showed off my midriff and hoisted my breasts so that a generous amount of cleavage could be seen was the reason? Even debating that distracted me a little. Surprisingly, I did manage to write an answer to one of the essay questions under his watchful gaze. It was when he read it and gave me feedback that my mind really started to wander.

I had to remain quiet while James read my work but that only allowed me greater time to pretend to not be looking at him while getting a full and detailed, memorized image of him. Then it was time for him to give me precise feedback right next to me about how to improve and...what I had done well.

After that first session the number of compliments started to increase. My writing style was improving, I was using sophisticated diction correctly and with restraint, nice outfit... Yeah that one gave me quite a buzz. The knowledge that I was improving my work was amazing and filled me with such pride but wearing tiny shorts and a black t-shirt and being complimented on it did excite me.

On the surface he pulled it off as simply appreciating my sense of humor as the top had the words ' "What are you gonna do, stab me?" - Julius Caesar, 44 B.C.' written on it.

It is a funny top. But more than that it was his decision to say outfit, not top, that made me feel so warm. My shorts barely covered my ass and clearly displayed my long legs. With my top clinging to me and outlining every contour I couldn't help but feel he appreciated my body as well as my humor.

From then on it was a constantly varying combination of tantalizing items of clothing. Short skirts, tight tops, leggings and thigh high socks. All worn in front of my professor. In front of only my professor.

It was the seventh meeting that I wore my white summer dress with no underwear on. Oh, it was heavenly. He didn't get a peak under my dress but I could tell he could at least see the impression my nipples made on the fabric of my dress. That session was spent with me squirming in my seat as my excitement built. It was an intense struggle to write anything but it was almost as though my arousal heightened my focus and energy. I blitzed through the paper in record time and had plenty of time to check through it. I noted that my excitement and imagination had caused my mind and spelling accuracy to drift. Checking over my document for any last errors I remember finishing it and printing it early, much to James' surprise. He looked up at me impressed and not without an insulting amount of suspicion.

He doubted that I would have been able to complete an accurate and comprehensive essay up to my recent standards in that time. The heat, or another engagement, must be distracting me and making me desire to finish quickly.

I enjoyed how much he praised the work when he had read it, as if he was trying to make up for his unspoken doubt.

His eyes sparkled with pride and he exclaimed how happy he was with the progress I had made. I knew then that my excitement was improving my work to degrees I didn't think possible and that more than anything I wanted to feel this handsome older man's eyes all over me. Even daring to imagine what it would feel like to experience not just his eyes on me, but his hands...maybe even his lips.

However, his next piece of praise scared me.

"Well, I think only a few more sessions of this Molly and you won't need any more help from me. You'll be more than able to excel in any future exams."

Of course, that's true...it was bound to end at some point. He was aiding my skills, and nothing more.

That evening, with my summer dress...somewhere, not on me, and my body drenched in sweat, was when I made the decision that it wouldn't end like that. Not with the parting of ways of two people who had achieved their goal and moved on. I would not leave behind the growing feelings and electricity I felt in his presence.

That evening was when I chose next week's outfit.