Not a very Teacher/Student Relationship

I knock on her door, sweat pouring down my brow. What could she want? She barely notices me during class, so why was it so important I come here?

The door opens. Victoria stands there, hands on her hips. A pink dressing gown is covering her, quite frankly, amazing body.

'Ah, John. I'm glad you're here. C'mon in,' she beckons me inside as she turns around. As she turns around, I see she seems to be wearing high heels with pantyhose. What sort of visit is this?

As she brings me inside, I see plates of fudge laid out, with glasses of wine already poured. The room is only lit by candles, creating a very romantic aura.

'Please sit, have some treats,' she beckons to the comfy sofa 'I'll go into the kitchen for more wine.' It seems this "emergency" was as urgent as the original text made it seem.

I sit on the couch, taking a bit of time to admire my new abs, before Victoria once again walks through the door, this time dressed ENTIRELY different.

I see now I was right. She is indeed wearing pantyhose, attached to a garter belt and a natching thong. Her massive tits that always distracted me in class are now straining to get out of a revealing bra.

Before I could utter little more than a wheeze, Victoria crawled onto her hands and knees and slowly approached, stalking me like a big cat. The swaying of her hips was nearly hypnotic.

She stops when her head os between my knees, and both perfectly manicured hands reach out and grasp my knees, spreading them apart.

'I've always noticed you in class, John,' she cooed, biting her bottom lip with pure lust. 'I was thinking of you this entire weekend and I HAD to have you over.' As she said had, she pawed at her clothed pussy, rubbing it with great intent.

My jaw hung lose as she slowly started to unbuckle my pants, never breaking eye contact.