To Delmorgan park.

Following Professor Solomon into the hallway, her short little gnome legs scuttling her along at a surprisingly fast pace. It isn't too hard to keep up with her but you can't help but imagine how toned her legs and ass must be. "Isn't there supposed to be a schedule for use of the range?" You ask your professor. "I'm not sure I'm allowed out there right now. Professor Kiehn hadn't covered it with us yet."

Professor Solomon makes a sharp turn down a side hallway with a door leading to an outside path. The gnome stops at the door. "It's ok. You're with me." She says confidently as she gives you a quick pat on the ass and pushes the door open. The two of you make your way down a dark cobblestone walkway lined with short hedges. The familiar large trees lining the perimeter hint that you have entered Delmorgan park. "As an artificer, I help maintain a lot of the equipment faculty and staff us here. In fact, I even made the practice targets used for the evocation range. If another class is using the range, I have a small workshop in a secluded part of the park we can use." She says while giving you a sly look.

Secluded? Thoughts of the gnomish professor's past actions make you question her current intentions but you continue to follow her into a part of the park you hadn't seen before. Here the stone pathway opens into a courtyard centered around a large fountain of three raised pillars, water spilling out of their tops into the pool below. Four gazebos stand in the corners of the courtyard each adorned with a symbol of the school houses. Students could be seen studying and conversing in each. You don't have time to notice if you recognize anyone as Professor Solomon leads you down another path. "The evocation range is just up ahead." She says taking your hand and once again moving at an exciting pace.

Soon the familiar courtyard where the range is located lays before you. Students crowd around the side with the target lanes and you can see Professor Kiehn in the middle of his range safety lecture. "It is the last period of the day. We should have guessed Professor Kiehn would be here with a class." You say. As the words come out of your mouth you can't help but think Professor Solomon already knew this would be the case.

"Not to worry." The gnomish woman says with her usual confidence. "Like I said before, I have somewhere we can go." Still holding your hand, she leads you past the crowd of students to the far side of the courtyard. Professor Kiehn and most of the students too engrossed in their own class to notice you. Another stone path leads you into the thick portion of the large trees. Professor Solomon makes another turn, this time off the stone path and into the woods. "Just up ahead is my workshop. No one ever comes out here. Actually, I don't think most even know it is here." She says with a short giggle. The trees part and open to a small clearing with a sizable shed standing in the back corner against a large stone wall. With no windows, two large doors, one with a smaller normal sized door framed inside it, making up most of the face of the building are the only opening you can see and even they are closed tight. Professor Solomon digs into one of her many pockets rooting around for something as the two of you approach. "Just a moment. I know I have the key in here somewhere." A moment later she produces a bronze key and uses it to unlock the smaller door before taking your hand again to lead you inside.

The workshop is much more spacious than it appeared from outside. The wall to your left is lined with benches covered in tools, stones, and crystals. Opposite where you entered is a rack housing what appears to be potions and a stairway leading to an upper level. To your right in one corner rests a rather large furnace for smelting and a crucible. While a mechanical looking device sits in the center of the room, you notice a stone target for the evocation range sitting next to it. "Here it is. My own private sanctuary." Professor Solomon announces with pride as she gestures around the room. She moves to stand next to the stone target and gives it a small pat. "I recently had to do some repairs on this one. If you help me move it outside, you can spend the rest of the day practicing without anyone to disturb us." She says with a smile. This woman is really hard to get a read on. To disturb us? Not only do her actions hint she might be after more than regular teacher-student encounter but her choice in phrasing leave your mind guessing. No, surely you are letting your imagination get the better of you again.

"Yeah. Do we just lift it or..?" You ask looking around the workshop for a tool or device that might help.

"Yep!" The gnome answers "Don't tell me your afraid of a little manual labor." She jokes before moving to the side of the large doors to pull a small lever. Slowly they begin to swing open. Your attention returns to the stone target at your feet. Made of three stones stacked atop one another, it stands almost to your chest and is definitely taller than she is. You have a hard time believing this is how she normally moves these things but you shrug and try to lift the top stone. It doesn't budge and the gnomish woman gives another giggle. "They are magically bound. We have to lift the whole thing as one." You watch as she bends slightly to grasp the bottom stone. Her tiny ass hugged by the jumpsuit looking particularly firm. "Well? Are you going to give me a hand or just stare at me?" She asks looking up to you with a playful smile as she shuffles her feet closer to the stones causing her tight little ass to wiggle slightly.

"Of course." You say shaking off the thoughts of having that same ass wiggling in your lap. Bending down you grab the bottom stone and lift. It's lighter than you would have imagined but still hefty. As the two of you stumble your way out into the yard, you can feel Professor Solomon's fingers gently brush yours as she reaffirms her own grip.

"Right here should be fine." She informs you and the two of you set the target down in the grass. You look down at the gnome who is slightly sweaty from moving the heavy stones. "As long as we can close the doors, you can shoot off all you want." She smiles back at you.

"Are you ok? Those stones are bigger than you." You ask her.

"I'll be fine. I just need to cool off a little." Her hand reaching up to grab the zipper of her jumpsuit. She slowly pulls it down to just above her waistline. You can see she is wearing a small white top underneath that firmly hugs her small breasts stopping just before her stomach that is dotted with tiny beads of sweat. "You look kind of hot yourself. Is your uniform still warm? I can get us something to drink." She says as she shrugs the top half of her jumpsuit to hang around her waist. You can't help but stare at her firm little breasts heaving with her breath.

"Umm... Yeah. That would be nice." You manage to say

"I'll be right back." She gently brushes one hand down the front of your thigh before then turning to go back into her workshop. From behind, you watch as her little round ass sways off inside. Her hips barely supporting the weight of her jumpsuit hanging low enough you can see the top a white undergarment that covers her ass beneath.