Nude in Class

After the meeting, Luisa went back to her office. She could still faintly taste the cum from this morning in her mouth. She knew other women brushed their teeth after a glory hole session, but she never did -- she liked to savor it as long as possible. Proof of a job well done.

She sat at her desk and, sure enough, an email was waiting for her from Angela's new web site. Luisa felt a sinking feeling as she opened it. She didn't like being exposed -- along with the piss, she thought that was one of the worst parts of the new glory hole changes -- but she was resolutely a team player and wanted to help the department.

The email just had two short lines.

Dress Code: No clothes, just shoes. Be sure not to cover anything!

Talk: Please give a warm invitation to your shift at the glory hole, and cover all the available services.

'Ugh,' she thought.

"Welcome to Feminism and Policy," began Luisa.

The class took place in a smallish seminar room. A long table took up most of the space in the room. A window ran along one side of the room, looking out onto the building next door, with the blinds halfway drawn to keep out the sun. A whiteboard hung on the wall near the head of the table, and a screen could be lowered from the ceiling as well. A small podium was angled into the corner, which is where Luisa now stood.

In short, it was a fairly ordinary classroom.

The class itself was not ordinary. Normally, in Luisa's experience, an upper-level Women's Studies class would consist entirely of women, with perhaps one token man slumming from some other department. This class was closer to half-and-half, and, for a change, every seat around the table was full.

Behind the podium, Luisa was completely nude, except for her shoes, a pair of sensible, office-appropriate black flats. She had arrived early, taken off her clothes, folded them, and stored them on a shelf in the podium. She stood behind it as the students entered, giving herself a bit of privacy -- but they could clearly see her breasts, she knew, because the men were openly ogling her.

She took a breath. The instructions had said not to cover herself, so she stepped out from behind the podium. She could feel a wave of excitement move through the class as they got a look at her body. "The format for this class will be some weekly reading, which will then be discussed in class. Some amount of participation will be necessary, and I'll be occasionally calling on you by name to respond. You'll be graded on this, though don't sweat it too much -- as long as you've done the reading and can give a cogent response, you'll be fine. There will be no exam, but instead there will be three papers due through the term."

She paced a little. 'Let them get a look at my ass, too,' she thought. She could feel all the eyes on her, roving over her exposed body as she continued. "Next, I have office hours, and I welcome you to drop in with any questions you might have, or even just to chat. I'm very friendly, I don't bite."

There was a brief rustling in class after this comment. Luisa knew just what this was about, and decided to meet it head on. She put on a big smile first, to put the students at ease. She modulated her voice, to give it a warmer tone. "That probably made you remember the glory hole. My normal shift there is first thing Thursday mornings. It's posted on the web site, of course. I'd like to invite the men in class to visit me there as well." She considered fluttering her eyelashes at this point. 'Too obvious,' she thought to herself.

Luisa took a breath. "I'd like to make sure you all know what we offer at the departmental glory hole. If you visit, I'll suck your cock. I take pride in always swallowing, so you'll be cumming in my mouth. The rules changed recently, and you can urinate as well, if you like. We have a strict policy of non-identification for men, and if I do recognize you, you can rest assured that events in the glory hole don't leave the booth. Because of that, I'd encourage you to feel free to say anything you like to me in the booth -- many men use the opportunity to call me names or tell me their fantasies. Finally, all the sessions are posted online and linked from my faculty web page. Ladies, there's nothing wrong with watching if you're interested in seeing how I perform. Now, on to the syllabus and some initial groundwork for this week's reading..."

The rest of class went well, Luisa thought. By the end she almost forgot that she was naked, and had stopped worrying about what the students were looking at. Classroom participation was up, she thought... in all, a good start to the term.