Teasing Polaroids.

She meets my eyes, sharp and challenging, her chest rising with every breath. I put my hand on top of hers, I slip my fingers in between hers onto the envelope.

“I’ll take the photos.”

If there was a right choice, I don’t know if I made the right one; she gives me no clues. All she does is smile, retract her hand and place it neatly back onto her lap.

“You were allowed to ask questions about the photos."
I pout.
She chuckles, placing her hand at her mouth. “Yes. I assume you would’ve asked a specific thing.”
The obvious thought flashes across my brain.

Amelia shakes her head, seemingly reading my mind. "There are good photos in there, in my opinion. But no....” She leans close, putting a hand to her lips as she whispers, “Nudes.”

I should've expected it. But I am a patient man.

I shrug and grin, thumbing open the sealed envelope. “Should I expect it on the second date then?”

She giggles and leans back, nodding down at the envelope. “I would prefer you didn't open them here, you should wait until you’re alone… In bed…” I’ve never seen an expression so sexy when she bites her bottom lip, eyes narrowing. “But I know you boys.”

That she does, I flip open the envelope, and pull the top photo out, just a peek.

My mouth goes dry, is that a towel?... I have to consciously resume breathing as I slip the photo back in, adjusting my pants and looking around.

Amelia ends the dinner thereafter, she pays our bill and leaves a tip, I can only assume is ridiculously generous by the way the waiter's eyes bulge and the stumbling of his words. I mean, it’s either that or he got a glimpse down her cleavage. Amelia snakes her arm through mine, pressing her side into me, her breasts jiggling with every step. I swear she bounces them a little bit more when she realises how close I’m looking.

The drive back feels faster. I fidget with the envelope; she barred me from opening it in her car. We arrive close to the dorm, closer than where she picked me up.

“It’s past midnight." She says, seemingly reading the question etched on my face.
"Any students that see me... Well, no one would believe them.”

She leans across the car, puts her fingers to my chin, holds me steady and places a lingering, wet kiss on my cheek. She pulls away with a slow exhale.

“Now Mr Doe...” She slides her hand into her purse and produces a small folded piece of paper, she reaches over, drags her fingers up my chest and slips the paper into my breast pocket.

“I hope you enjoy the photos.” She pauses. “If you do, do show me proof of it?” She leans back into her seat, unlocking the door. “Goodnight, Mr Doe.”

I open the door and take a step out. “Goodnight.” I step out and close the door halfway, leaning in to grin, “Ammie.” I close the door as she grins.

I lie back in bed, fan spinning above me, opening the envelope again. Taking each photo out in the reverse order from the restaurant, opening the envelope like a packet of Pokemon cards.

Tame, to start. I can't say I'm shocked, but I pull my cock out all the same and start stroking, slowly. That belt makes her look a lot more cinched than she is.

Fucking hell, this one makes me throb. I stroke, quickly now, my grip firm. There’s just so much breast. There’s something insane about seeing her with this much skin out. My heart works double time as I think about the next photo already.I feel myself getting close, I sit up and sit on the edge of the bed.

I feel a hint of nerves. This is the one I got a peek at. The towel... Just how much skin is she going to show me here? My heart thumps, my cock pulses in my hand.

Christ alive. She said no nudes, but this isn't that far off. Her body is fucking unreal. I can't believe that my finance professor gave this to me. I aim my cock towards the Polaroid. Part of this feels humiliating, but the other part remembers I’m about to send a photo of a Polaroid of my basically naked teacher covered in my cum back to the teacher that gave it to me.

I sent the photo. The response is fast; it makes my cock twitch again. She was waiting, phone in hand, waiting for me. She knew I would do it, she knew I wouldn't be able to resist... I can’t wait to fuck this woman.

“Good boy.”