The lecturer at the front

Making your way to the front, you stand in front of the lecturer as she sorts her notes out before starting. She has shoulder length curly hair done up at the back of her head with a large tortoise shell hair clamp holding it in place. As she looks up at the students through you, you are pleased to see that she certainly is quite attractive. She appears to be wearing quite a lot of make-up ,but it still looks very professional and not over done. You take note of her red lip stick as she clears her throat and picks up her notes. She is not one to hide behind a podium and makes her way out to the center of the stage to address the students.

With her out in the open you can clearly assess her style. Wearing a knee length pencil skirt and a loose fitting blouse, which looks just as expensive as the jewellery she has on, she looks like quite the prize. Her designer spectacles certainly finish the picture of a high class bookish type. She gives a broad smile showing her almost perfect teeth and gathers the attention of her class by beginning. Her voice sounds strong, confident, and well spoken. You decide its time to explore her bit more thoroughly.

You approach her from the side, looking out at the students. No one turns their heads to you—it still gives you a rush, being naked in front of so many people with no one noticing. Looking back to your target, you lean in close, taking in her great smell. You don't know where she gets her perfume, but its certainly worth what ever she paid for it on her lecturer salary. You reach up and pinch a bit of her hair from her up-do, pulling it down and marveling as it bounces back up to her face, its natural curliness making it springy and vibrant. She, of course ignores this; normally, such an occurrence would at least cause a momentary tuck behind the ears, but she soldiers on with her lecture.

Deciding it's time to test her resolve a bit further, you pinch her chin lightly with your thumb and forefinger and snap her mouth shut. She stops talking immediately, and the room falls silent. After a few seconds her eyes lazily move around the room, not out of panic or fear, but as if she's just waiting. You let go and she continues on right where she left off without missing a beat, filling the room with her voice once again.

You reach out grab her chin a second time, trying something different you open her mouth wider. She stands mid-gesticulation, elongating the last vowel she managed to say. You move her chin back and fourth with your grip. Her head lulls around as she barley manages to get out what she is saying. Looking to the students as you play with their teacher like a life size doll, they seem to be none the wiser. Either they understand what she is saying through your ministrations or they never understood in the first place—it clearly makes no difference to them. The feel of drool on your hand snaps you back to your play thing and her unintelligible nonsense. You pull away smiling, wiping you hand on her silk blouse as she picks up her pace again and goes right back to lecturing.

"Very good!" you say to yourself, impressed with her professional demeanor and ability to start right back up after such treatment.

Getting down on your knees in front of her, you take in her nice legs. Reaching out and grabbing a calf, you rub it, feeling the soft nylon of her undergarments on her leg. Looking up from this position, it's hard to make out her face past her sizable bust, but like always, you know by her continued lecturing that she is paying no mind to you as you touch and stroke her smooth legs. You move your hands upward under her skirt, feeling her heat as you travel northwards. You have to adjust her skirt as you go higher to allow yourself room, showing more of her thighs to her audience until you finally you reach your destination.

You can feel her pantyhose covered crotch, slightly disappointed you were not dealing with stockings but still it's enough to bring a smile to your face as you rub between her legs. You reach further up to her waist and grasp the top of her pantyhose. Slipping yours fingers inside, you pull them down and make sure to take her underwear with them. Leaving them pooled around her ankles, you step back briefly to take in the sight of her conducting the lecture with her pantyhose and what appear to be lace knickers heaped at her feet. You imagine what it'd be like to leave her like this and see her walk around the rest of the day with no one aware of how exposed she was...

Getting down on all fours and grabbing her feet one by one, you lift them out of her shoes and finish the job of removing her underwear, placing her naked feet back into her high priced high heel shoes. You give the knickers a sniff as you stand up, a strong feminine scent which is not unpleasant filling your nostrils, which isn't surprising as she seems to keep herself well groomed. You look to her luscious red lips as her eyes flick to her notes then back to the audience. Grabbing the back of her head and causing her to lean back slightly, you wade up the knickers in one hand and bring them to her lips. You start feeding them to her slowly, pushing your fingers in repeatedly. She continues trying to speak, stifled by her own garment as she looks back out at no one in particular. You finish the job and look at her as she tries to continue in vain, her lipstick now smudged to the side as her eyes begin to water.

You noticed that she stops her muffled speech every few seconds to breath though her nose, so at least subconsciously she can react to this to keep her air ways clear. It's not like people breathe through their noses while speaking, so her behavior has changed to accommodated her new gagged status. You circle her, assessing your handy work so far. She stands, still assertive and confident, addressing the students with muffled noises which you can barley make out as speech. You can feel your erection making its self know as you look at this once dignified woman make a fool out of her self unwittingly.

Moving behind her, you find the zip to her skirt, giving it a yank it makes an audible noise throughout the room. You glance over her shoulder smiling at the dumbfounded faces who ignored the sound. Pulling it over her hips, you get a good look at her ass—a little bit of cellulite on closer inspection, but its a nice shape. You can't help yourself as you give the right buttock a good hard smack. The noise echoes off the walls and, again, no one pays any notice, not even her as she struggles on through her gag. Placing your palm in the center of her back, you push her forward slightly, enough for you to then reach under her and give her slit a gentle rub for the first time. You feel her folds and move your fingers inside. She is warm and wet, but not as lubricated as you would like.