tease her

"I was wondering if you had any work-study jobs in the department," I said.

She walked over and leaned back on the edge of her desk. She wore a black knee-length skirt. "Well, I can't think of any right now," she said. "But maybe you can...um..."

"What?"

"Maybe we can...." She looked over the closed door. "Meet for coffee later and discuss it?"

"I have to work later," I said, "but maybe I could come to your place tonight for a drink."

Such a bold request shocked her. "Um, I...that might not be...you know."

I could tell her new lust for me and her role as a dean were in conflict. I walked closer and whispered into her ear. "I really want to fuck you."

I heard her gasp. I pulled back and watched her blush. Her breathing got heavy. I smiled. "So it seems like you want me to fuck you too."

She swallowed and nodded.

"I know you don't have time right now. Tell me what color are you panties?"

Her eyes went wide. She swallowed again. I could tell she knew this was totally inappropriate, but could not help herself. "Lavender pink."

"Take them off and write your cell number on them with that marker," I said, using my chin to motion towards the white board.

Swallowing a third time, Professor Van Horne reached up under her skirt. Looking at the floor, she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She walked over to the white board and picked up the marker. She wrote her number on the panties and walked back to me. Without looking up, she handed them to me.

"If you want me to fuck you," I said, "You better not wear boring cotton panties again." Fuck, I thought, what's with these single MILFs and boring panties? I was happy to do my small part to change that.

She just nodded.

"I'll call or text you later," I said, "You can give me your address." I leaned in close again. "I can't wait to fuck you, Emily." I head her exhale sharply. I tucked her panties into my pocket, smiled at her and left her horny, ashamed, but excited.