That Bikini at last

I stood there, paused for a moment to check his reaction but he seemed as frozen as I was. I daintily bent at the waist and draped the coat over the chair. My body ached and I became aware of the fuzziness within my mind. I peeked down at myself. I was standing in front of my professor with a bright pink bikini top wrapped around my chest, a small, white pleated skirt around my waist and strappy pink heels cladding my bare feet. I could feel the blush overwhelming my cheeks but I couldn't stop now. The skirt had only been for the journey. I could not stop now!

I reached my hands back behind myself and heard a soft intake of breath. My stomach tensed with the reminder of his presence, drinking in my appearance. My hands reached the top of my skirt and found its zip. I pulled down. The zipping noise was almost deafening so I think I rushed it. I could barely wait any longer, all thoughts of exaggerating it had been flushed from my brain and I'm sure those thoughts were awaiting me, pooled with the increasing dampness in my core.

The zip had a sharp click and it was free. I tossed it to the side along with my coat. It was time to look him in the face. I turned towards him.

He immediately looked away and shuffled to grab the papers. I could see his chest breathing heavily. He had conspicuously turned his entire waist away from me. My chest had that familiar clench as it was as good as visual proof that my "outfit" had affected him. He murmured and muttered absently to me about the papers for this week, the questions, his hope that I had researched thoroughly and his assurance that I had. Anything to fill the silence.

I snuck a glance down at myself once again to drink in the sight on my bikini bottoms. This small pink set had only been worn to the beach a few times and now here I was in my professor's office, clad in only it and high heels. Looking at my chest I could see the hint of my nipples pushing against the material. I felt lightheaded.

The bikini was not the most scandalous it could have been. It was not lingerie or just coloured string. I was perfectly serviceable for the beach, but I was not at the beach.

I pushed my thighs together and felt the material rub against my crotch. I felt its dampness. I felt it slide against my lips and clit, sensitive and reacting. I imagined pulling them to the side and... No! I shook my head. Patience. Just like everything you've done so far. Take it slowly. It'll be so much better.

He turned to give me the sheet of essay titles and I watched his eyes gorge themselves on how I looked. I started to unpack my laptop and charger and log in, bent at the waist of course.

"Here let me get your coat and- and skirt."

"Huh?" I exclaimed a little surprised. His cheeky half smile had returned. His confidence renewed as his fears had been unfounded. Far from ending the game, I had stepped it up. His support had once again been rewarded and he was riding that euphoric high. He snatched up my skirt and coat and hung them both on a hook on the door, leaving me without anything to cover myself.

He was starting to figure me out, wasn't he? His smug nonchalant face sat upon those broad shoulders; chest puffed out with pride. My eyes flicked downwards and my teeth bit into my lip. He had momentarily forgotten to hide the incredibly large bulge that lay against the fabric of his black trousers. I looked away blushing as I saw his head flick down to follow my gaze. I'm not entirely sure if it was with confidence or embarrassment with which he walked back to his desk but he took his time.

I started to set up a planning document for my practice essay but I really doubted how well I would be able to do. So far, my exposure in previous sessions had seemingly heightened my drive to work, to impress upon the rugged Scottish academic but this daring over exposure was threatening to make my vision blurry. I felt hot under the collar without any collar to speak of.

As before, he got to work behind his computer quickly. At least, he went through the motions of working. Unlike the last few times, his typing was limited while absent minded clicking was prevalent.

Like I was any different.

The first 10 minutes progressed very slowly and the words of the essay titles blurred into one. I struggled to compile the information I had studied into one specific essay. The questions on culture, certain treaties, the rise of certain cities...none of it fitted my mood.

I flicked my eyes over to his desk and gasped. His eyes had been fixed upon me and the inhuman speed with which he swung his head back to his screen did nothing to hide that. The hunger inside of them, the desire. I felt my internal fire ignite and my legs squeezed together. I'm not sure if my tensing was to release the feeling or build it up but I sat there with my mouth open relishing the electricity coursing through me. His words cut through the moment. He spoke without looking up.

"If you do not write an essay, I'll put that coat back on you."

I felt it, the groan that stormed its way up my throat and threatened to burst out. I constricted my throat desperately to hold it back. Instead a large and obviously gulp rang around the room. I flicked my head back to the sheet, chest and face scarlet. I looked at the test paper. It was clearer than it had been, I started to get ideas about a certain essay but I knew I wanted to do something to make me completely focused on the task at hand. I took a gamble.

Both hands slid underneath my bikini top smoother than they had ever slid over silk and found my little peaks quicker than I'd ever found a light switch. I pinched, hard.

The loud creak of his chair. I didn't look back. I couldn't have, my eyes were fluttering too much. I released my nipples. My hands lay calmly over the swell of my boobs and my left one scratched at the top of my left breast. With my face shining from my grin I leaned forwards and started on the question I had decided upon. My hands slid out from my underneath my small garment and rushed into action writing out my essay plan.

It probably would have been quite a good essay, my best yet, but I was never destined to finish writing it that day.......