The Panty Perils of Me

It seemed only appropriate to bring you up to speed on Professor Eric as he has taken on a much bigger role in my “perils” saga than I would have ever expected.

I thought that before I shared with you in detail my very last meeting with him that I would share our email exchanges that brought me to this point.

It should help to explain my current state of sexual exploration..

Dear Elizabeth,

Thanks so much for taking time to reply (and please call me Eric). I see that you are no longer on my class roster so I assume that you were able to correct the registration error easily enough. While I’m disappointed that you won’t be in my class, I can certainly understand why you don’t need or want to take chemistry again. Also, I would have to agree that psychology of human sexual behavior sounds like a more interesting alternative.

I’d ask who’s teaching that class but I probably wouldn’t know the person anyway. I really don’t know any of the psychology faculty so you don’t have to worry about me paying any “attention” to Dr. Spoocher. Of course, many of us have heard certain rumors about him so your comment about your “relationship” with him changing and how he won’t find you “so accommodating” in the future piqued my curiosity.

I’m very glad that you suggested that we have coffee sometime. Without the student-teacher connection to worry about, I’d be delighted to do so. Just pick your favorite coffee spot and let me know. I look forward to getting to know you better and, who knows, you might enjoy having a grown-up friend on campus who isn’t one of your teachers.

Best,

Eric

(BTW…. That fellow Arnold e-mailed me last night asking if I’ve met you yet and whether you “talked about” him. I’m guessing that he has a thing for you and/or that he’s worried about something you might tell me about him. Either way, it’s none of my business. It just seems strange because I barely remember him from class and I haven’t spoken to him since.)

Dear Eric,

How about we meet this Thursday at the corner of University and Dean at Java Junction around 2:00?

Elizabeth

Dear Elizabeth,

Indeed, I also really enjoyed our conversation over coffee yesterday. In spite of the fact that I spend my days working with (and often in front of) lots of people, my innate shyness still makes me nervous whenever I meet new people. You made it easy for me yesterday with your genuine, down-to-earth personality. I hope the feeling was mutual. It was fun having good conversation with an intelligent, mature, and worldly-wise woman in the campus environment where I’m so used to dealing mainly with young folks and my chemistry colleagues. The time just flew by — I had no idea it was after 3:30 when we parted until I checked my watch on the walk back to the office.

The moment I saw you enter the coffee shop, with your beautiful legs looking sensational in that short little skirt, I knew that I was wearing the right thing under my Dockers. The whole time we chatted, I knew your skirt was riding higher on your thighs and I kept hoping for a better view. I was hard and throbbing in my panties. In some ways hoping that you would notice the bulge. When you moved and gave me that delightful view, I knew you had caught me looking. Of course, I couldn’t help myself but I also assumed that you knew exactly how much of your cute little leopard spot panties I was being allowed to see. The display was thrilling to say the least and I thank you for it.

If you do decide to meet with me again, I’m wondering if I could make a small wardrobe request. Undoubtedly, you know how much I loved seeing your gorgeous legs and tight behind in the short skirt. Please don’t change that but I would also love to see your cute little breasts on better display. I love the tiny ones with the ultra-sensitive nipples that stand up so easily and so prominently. Forgive me for being so forward — anything you choose to wear will be great and I will be pleased to just see you and talk with you regardless.

Have a great weekend!

Eric

Eric,

It seems to be my lucky day as I rarely have the opportunity to check or respond to emails while at work. Today is that exception and low and behold I received your email.

You are a very delightful man and the thought that you were wearing panties during our conversation only adds to my delight, although I already suspected as much.

I would love to see you again, although I don’t think that I am quite ready to see you in your office as yet. Temptations of a married woman and all that.

So let’s go for lunch at “The Library”. I always appreciated the name of this restaurant as any student can truthfully answer that they were at the library when questioned as to their whereabouts by their parents.

I haven’t ever been there but I understand that the tables are arranged very much like library tables throughout a large area of high book shelves thus creating intimate spaces for more private conversations.

How else can I learn about the origins of your little panty fetish and more importantly, receive a little show and tell?

Shall we try for next Tuesday around 11:00?

Hopefully your class schedule permits it as I will be on vacation with my family from the 16th to the 27th.

A wardrobe request is perfectly acceptable now that I know you better. As you are very aware, I have my own little thing about show and tell.

I hope you won’t mind if I don’t wear a bra.

I am quite addicted to the look in a man’s eyes, particularly a more mature one, whenever I am in a teasing mood.

I should explain that I can be rather brazen when I am not sitting directly in front of you.

Have a great weekend as well, and I will see you Tuesday.

Elizabeth

Dear Elizabeth,

The Library is a favorite of mine and, indeed, I can’t wait to be seated next to you between the stacks. How deliciously naughty you are just to think of such a setting for our next meeting.

Eric

Dear Professor,

Your email has prompted me to perform a few necessary duties prior to our lunch tomorrow.

Number 1: I called The Library restaurant to explain that our luncheon tomorrow is to be treated very exclusive as we have a number of very personal matters to attend to. They in turn have reserved us a table in their most private nook whose access requires a bit of winding around through their 8-foot tall bookshelves.

I also explained that once our dessert was served we were to be left alone by the wait staff for the next 30 minutes.

I must say The Library hostess was very understanding and assured me that our lunch would be as private as I requested.

A little part of me wonders whether the hostess might try to peek in on us as she seemed quite intrigued by my stipulations.

Since she is also in her 40’s I doubt that you would know her at the University.

Number 2: Kathy and I are going to do a little panty shopping of our own today. Although neither of us is much on going commando even for a brief period of time, it occurred to me that we might provide your growth spurt, or is that growth and spurt, some encouragement.

I am thinking that we need to find some delectably virginal-white nylon panties with a combination of flower appliqués and sheer panels to wear under our matching navy blue pin stripe mini skirts. I thought that wearing business attire would potentially confuse the hostess as to the true intent of our lunch.

I know just the lingerie shop for our equally matching purchase as I was there over the weekend and saw the very selection whereof I speak.

I am sure that you wouldn’t try to look up our skirts even if we intentionally put our very upper thighs on display. Right?

Due to the shortness of our skirts we will both be wearing white thigh highs that end just before the nylon starts. I hope that this doesn’t distract you.

Finally, I understand that The Library serves a delicious pumpkin cake that may require some additional icing. I hope that you are up for this task.

Kathy and I will see you tomorrow.

Elizabeth

Dear Eric,

If I can stop from vibrating (an affliction that presented itself during our lunch and hasn’t stopped since) I will attempt to recount our time together.

Kathy and I were extremely nervous with anticipation as we drove to our rendezvous, The Library. Thankfully we were able to arrive early and had time to check out our table.

The setting of being surrounded by high book shelves as well as being in the very back of the restaurant gave me the comfort that I was seeking. It definitely made me feel that we would be able to enjoy ourselves without any undue interruptions or peeping eyes.

Originally the chairs were placed at all four corners, but we quickly rearranged them so you would be sitting opposite the two of us. As you found out later we had a little presentation of our own to make prior to yours.

I think that we were both surprised upon your arrival to find you seemingly so relaxed. It was the perfect offset to our rankled nerves. It really was nice to then spend our first 30 minutes enjoying a conversation and our lunch with you. As I had found out over coffee with you previously, you are quite enjoyable to be with. You may have noticed that neither Kathy nor I had much appetite as our minds and stomachs were on other things.

Finally our desserts were delivered and I knew that if the hostess followed my requests, we would be on our own going forward.

This became the perfect time for us to make our little presentation. As you recall we pushed our chairs back from the table and then climbed on top of the seat, so our feet were now on the seat of our chairs. Because the chairs were taken from an old library, they had the square back and flat top that allowed us to place our derrieres on the seat back, putting our knees and other parts of our lower anatomy directly at eye level for you.

I can’t describe the wonderful look that took over your face once we got settled in our new positions and began to slowly move our knees apart. Your eyes didn’t know whether to look up Kathy’s or my own skirt first. As you found out, it made no real difference to us, since we were committed to letting you look for as long as you wanted.

I must confess that it was quite arousing for me to have you look up my skirt with such an expression of desire and pleasure. I am not sure whether you noticed any telltale signs of excitement, but I can tell you that I was starting to leak.

I think that Kathy was a little more impatient for your show than I was as she voiced her request of “Now its your turn,” while I was still enjoying your visual examination of my panties. When you stood up and already had a wet spot on the front of your trousers, I almost fainted. OMG, (there I go again) it was so incredibly sexy to realize that you were aroused as well.

I don’t know whether our little cadence of “Strip, strip, strip,” added anything to the moment, but it sure provided some comedy. My eyes were glued to your hands as you undid your belt buckle, unbuttoned your khakis, and unzipped your zipper. I loved watching you slowly unveil yourself.

When Kathy yelled, “Drop them, ” it was as if I had come out of a trance.

Although when you complied I just went deeper into another one. Your tiny beige bikini panties showed you off perfectly. The sight of your erection so clearly visible underneath the thin nylon fabric of your panties mesmerized me. The large wet spot just at the top of your prominent head was equally hypnotic. I enjoyed how you adjusted yourself so your penis pointed towards your hip instead of trying to push out the top of the elastic. That, of course, would come later. Opps, I think that I just wrote a double entendre.

You looked a little embarrassed when we told you to turn around for us. Hey, us girls enjoy a nice butt as well. And besides, it was a part of our plan anyway. With your back to us, it gave us both a chance to quickly stand up and pull our skirts up to our waists, so you could see all of our panties as well. Fair is fair.

I am still learning so much about Kathy as she definitely led the charge so to speak. When she said, “so show it to us,” you didn’t even hesitate. I loved watching you take a hold of the elastic of your very cute panties, pulling it away from your lower abdomen, and freeing your prominent pointer. Do you know that it gave a little twitch with every one of your heartbeats?

I never suspected that Kathy was going to touch it, but there again I really don’t know her yet. She leaned her hand on the table and reached right over like it was so natural to wipe the ooze off of your twitching head with her finger. Then she licked her finger. OMG, OMG.

I watched your eyes roll back into head and knew that you were getting very close.

Of course, Kathy couldn’t leave me out of it and continuously needled me to taste you as well. I don’t know why I give in to her so much, however: I did want to find out what you tasted like. Remember how my hand slipped on the tabletop and my upper body slid forward and I found myself lying on top of the table with my skirt up around my waist. I am sure that both of my cheeks were exposed with my panties creeping up my bottom. It seems that sitting on the back of a chair isn’t all that practical for keeping one’s panties in place.

Anyway, my slip brought my face within inches of your protrusion. Did you purposely push your hips forward so your penis touched my lips?

“Kiss it,” Kathy exhorted and I did. Your skin was so warm and smooth and the goo on your tip was nice and salty. Maybe I shouldn’t have written this as you might think that I am some kind of a slut or something, but it is the truth.

Once you slipped out of my mouth, I could tell that you were there. I don’t think that I have ever moved so fast, as I scrambled back into my seating position watching your entire body tense. You let out the most delectable moan as Kathy and I watched the first long white rope of ejaculate shoot across the table. At least Kathy had enough sense to duck behind her large napkin. Thankfully you were facing more towards her than me.

Did you notice whether I completely opened my legs when you faced in my direction and your second explosion splashed across the table towards me? I think that I unconsciously did.

Wow, you really had some fluid stored up as you squirted again and again and again. You really did provide a delectable icing to our pumpkin cakes.

I don’t think that either Kathy or myself realized that we were massaging ourselves as we watched you erupt over and over again. I almost orgasmed.

Thankfully we eventually realized where we were. I pulled my skirt back down and went to find some wet cloths from the wait staff.

I think that Kathy may have helped you wipe off and get reorganized. She would take the fun job.

Anyway I think that we did an admirable job of cleaning up, although the wet cloths probably had an unexpected odor to them when the wait staff cleaned our table.

I did go home and masturbate while remembering virtually every last detail of your unveiling and orgasm.

Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.

Until next time,

Elizabeth

P.S. I almost forgot to add that my pumpkin cake was delicious. The mixture of sweet and salty was exquisite.

Dear Elizabeth,

I’m not sure that I can properly convey how much I enjoyed our lunch last week. Your delightful recounting of the events only added to the pleasure on all counts! I can add only a few points to the story, including some of my thoughts at the time and a tidbit or two about what occurred while you left the room.

As I’m sure you could tell by my reaction, I was totally surprised and absolutely thrilled when you and Kathy sat atop the chair backs and flashed me such fantastic upskirt views of your luscious charms, barely covered by your little sheer panties. I can’t say who had the moister panties but I’d say that both of you were showing much more than just a telltale trace of sexual arousal.

Oh how I would have loved to lick both of your moist panty crotches, making them all the wetter! I thought about undoing my pants in order to massage my throbbing member through my own little bikini panties. How incredibly sexy would it have been if all three of us had climaxed while watching each other masturbate like that?!?!

Of course, seeing you “slip” onto the table after I had exposed myself as prompted, was even better. When I saw your gorgeous bottom on display like that, only partially covered by your little panties and framed so nicely by your sexy thigh-highs and hiked-up skirt, I wanted to slap your cute butt and then flip you over and pull you toward me so that I could rub my rock-hard penis along your panty-covered mound until the tip brushed your hard little nub. I wanted to rub it against you like that until we both soaked your panties with our mixed juices. But once your lips touched it, there was no holding back all of the pent-up pressure and the explosion ensued!

While you were on the table, you probably didn’t notice how Kathy kept rubbing and fingering herself. Just as you moved around and I started to spurt, I could tell by the grimace on her face and how she thrust her panty mound so hard against her probing fingers that she had a very intense and enjoyable orgasm.

When you were out of the room, she came around and stood right in front of me with a devilish grin on her face. She put her right hand down her panties, fingered inside her slippery slit, and then brought her wet fingers up to my lips. As I sucked the flavor of her sex (secretly wanting it to be yours) off of them, she said, “you should have let her suck your cock and made her swallow all of your hot cum.”

I was sort of shocked by her words but I was also starting to get aroused again.

She reached down and squeezed my still-oozing penis, rubbed some of the stickiness around my balls while telling me, “Professor, you have such a nice package. I love that it’s all so nicely trimmed and your balls are so smooth. Next time, I want to feel that hard cock thrusting deep inside my cunt.”

After hearing her nasty talk and feeling her hand on me, I was getting stiff again while she stuffed everything back into my panties.

Just after she stepped back, I saw you coming back around the book stacks. I didn’t know if you had seen any of what went on between us. I don’t know how close you two are but I do wonder if you are intimate with each other and whether she talks dirty to you too. Of course, you’re free to just tell me to MYOB.

You point out that you’re a married woman. I have similar feelings as a married man but, also similarly, I truly appreciate friends like you. I’m especially delighted to hear that you’re interested in auditing my class. Please wear whatever makes you feel comfortable and may help stimulate the learning process.

Logically, the class audit would have to start when we begin the next term with the second semester of chemistry. I know it’s been a long time since you’ve taken chemistry, so I would be happy to spend a few informal, refresher sessions with you to help prepare you for the more challenging material next semester. If you’re not comfortable doing so in my office, we could meet off campus for coffee or lunch whenever our schedules permit.

Of course, you’re welcome to bring Kathy along but she may not be interested in our focus on chemistry between us.

Shall we meet again soon for coffee, perhaps Friday or next Monday?

Hugs,

Eric

Dear sexy Eric,

I have so much to share with you that I will apologize before hand.

I really should stop opening your emails at work. I can feel my entire body flush with nervous energy just seeing your name on my inbox list. Then when I read your messages I start to vibrate almost obscenely. The effect of our recent lunch has changed me.

Even Edward, the professor that I have talked about in my blog, has mentioned that I have changed. He doesn’t find me quite as submissive to his every whim and desire. Our relationship is changing and I don’t think that he likes it. You are in my thoughts constantly.

Don’t be surprised if a certain Professor Eric starts to show up in my panty peril blogs.

I want to see you on Friday as I have so much to talk to you about. I am sure that you are familiar with The Study Nook. It is just three blocks from the science building. They are a combination coffee place and wine bar and cater specifically to graduate students. I think their set up of having private, dare I say intimate, little study nooks for their customers would suit us perfectly.

Please bring your class material so you can go over it with me. This would require us to sit on the same side of the booth, which will be a little unnerving for me. I am not sure how I will react to being right next to you.

I do have a brand new shirtdress with opposing zippers. One of the zippers unzips from the collar of the dress and the other unzips from the hem. It is quite playfully sexy and I have wanted to find the perfect opportunity to wear it. It is in a bright red and matching red string bikini panties would coordinate perfectly.

Ah, I am not sure why I just shared all of this with you. I have so much going on right now that I can’t stop from writing down everything that is going through my mind. I hope you don’t think that I am scattered.

Friday around 3:00 would work for me.

So besides having issues with Edward, I was invited by Arnold’s father to the University Gala last weekend. I am sure that you are familiar with it as it is the chief money-raising event for the University. I didn’t realize that Mr. Lawrence, Arnold’s dad, was on the board of regents.

Everyone of status was there and I somehow was convinced to let myself be auctioned off as a personal assistant for a day.

This weekend I will be working with a construction crew working for Mr. Abromski, our town’s real estate mogul. He won my services and wants me to spend the day with his crew to provide them a little fun or something.

I am really nervous about it.

Anyway, Mr. Lawrence blew a cork as he wanted to win the auction and treated me abysmally.

I will send you a copy of my blog so you know the whole story.

So now to my confession: Arnold is a neighbor of mine and from the time he hit puberty he has ogled me. Each and every time I was outside wearing skirts, dresses, swimming suits, shorts, etc. he was always around. He saw me get spanked by Edward and a friend, who forced me to remove my skirt outdoors for their benefit and a photo session. They used previous photos of me in another compromising situation to make me do as they said. He used this information to coerce me to attend a fraternity party where I got a little tipsy and acted out. I also agreed to go to another party with him and afterwards I jerked him off right on a campus sidewalk.

I have a fetish for seeing men ejaculate. Your performance at lunch was the ultimate fantasy for me.

My morning showers have been extended by at least 15 minutes as I aim the spray from the shower head at the perfect target on my lower anatomy and relive watching your eyes close and head jerk back with your mouth wide open, pushing your hips forward as your erection thrusts forward and explodes, emitting long tendrils of white crème that splashes across our pumpkin cakes, plates, and the tabletop.

OMG, I am so aroused just writing this down.

Anyway to get back on topic, I began to use Arnold as my little plaything and his father, Mr. Lawrence found out, and now wants to own me himself.

My other major fetish is men who wear panties for all of the reasons that I have shared with you. Men’s underwear is too functional and not sexy enough. Panties have such a nice thin nylon material that they show everything a man has to offer.

You wear them almost too well.

I keep getting off topic just thinking about you.

So anyway, now I have issues with Mr. Lawrence who is using my past relationship with his son, who was an adult but still 20 years younger than myself.

Finally, the urge to spank me and then rub yourself on my intimate place that you shared with me has me on edge.

I have my own little confession to make on Friday about something that I would like you to do for me. I can’t believe that I am even writing you about this and I may chicken out. So make me tell you no matter what I say.

Oh, and Kathy is a little tart.

I personally have a difficult time using words like “cock” and “cunt”.

But here goes, Eric, you have a fabulous cock and I also love how you shave all around it.

God, I better end this before I become a total tart as well.

Elizabeth

Elizabeth,

I’m very much looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow afternoon for coffee and chemistry. Your comment that, “…I have my own little confession to make on Friday about something that I would like you to do for me….” has me totally curious about what that “something” might be. If you make me wait until tomorrow to find out, you can be sure that I won’t let you get away without confessing!

I also can keep from thinking about you wearing that “playfully sexy” red dress (and undies). Zippers can be such fun!

Eric

Dear Eric,

I am not exactly sure where to start, but it makes sense to begin with me at work.

I was nervous and yet very anxious for 3:00 to roll around. Since it was Friday, I knew that I could get out early and spend a couple of hours with you.

Finally, the time arrived to depart and I literally ran to my car and climbed inside.

On my way to the Study Nook to meet you, for some unknown reason, I decided to try my zipper again. Just like before as if I hadn’t learned my lesson, when I moved it ever so slightly it sprang up my thighs, over my stomach and stopped just short of my belly button.

So here again I was uncovered to the very top of my tiny silk red string bikini panties. Only this time I was making my way through the university just as classes had let out.

All I had was my purse to place across my lap. I don’t think that it covered enough of me as I had quite a few of the students looking down inside my window.

I kept thinking that this was a rather upsetting way to begin my date with you.

I probably didn’t explain, but once the zipper is northbound up my torso, the only way to get it back in place is to stand up and pull it down. It is virtually impossible to get back in place while sitting, which was my issue shortly after sitting down with you.

I parked the car just a short walk to the Nook and once I was erect, (Should I be using that term considering my later experience with you?) I was able to get my zipper back in place.

I asked about you and our server led me into the back coffee area and there you sat hidden away in a private little nook with your chemistry papers strewn across the tabletop.

I have to admit that my heart skipped a little beat to see you again.

I rather clumsily climbed into the seat alongside of you and in the act of sliding down towards you; my damn zipper did its little foray up my lower torso. It seems that I hadn’t properly secured it when I earlier pulled it back into place.

So my greeting for you was to almost immediately unveil my bright red panties.

I stammered, too embarrassed to talk, and started to slide back out of the booth, when you calmly stopped me and said in your assuring way that I needn’t pull it back down as it would provide the perfect view as we continue our conversation.

My entire body began to vibrate. I have to admit that my lower lips were aquiver.

I believe that it was right at this time that our server came in to take our coffee order. I could have died as he positioned himself at the side of our booth looking directly down our bench. There was no way to hide my exposure. I tried to tug at my dress, but my previous sliding back and forth had firmly ensconced it under my bottom making it look like I had a red top on without any pants.

And to make matters worse, when I crossed my legs it just pulled the fabric of my red panties down between my legs making it look like I had on the tiniest g-string ever.

Did you enjoy my discomfort? I only ask because you just sat there seemingly enjoying the entire scenario as the young man stared at my bare legs and stomach while I tried in vain to cover myself up.

If I had only known that this was just the start of my humiliating afternoon.

Anyway, we got our coffee and scones and settled into a review of your coursework. I found your style of explanation to be very informative and non-condescending. I appreciate being treated like an intelligent woman despite my wardrobe flaws.

As you poured me another cup of the Peruvian coffee that we were enjoying, you asked me about my secret fantasy. I knew that it was coming, but still my heart made a little start in my chest and I had to swallow to prepare myself to share with you a closely kept secret fantasy of mine.

So her it is again for you to read:

I have a very secret fantasy that has me attending your chemistry classes. This is why I want to audit your class. Each time I purposely wear a very short skirt or dress with either bare legs or thigh high stockings. I always make it a point to sit directly in front of your vision. As the classroom has tiered seating, I am able to secure a seat that has my knees at the same height as your eyes. For the entire class I continuously attempt to distract you with views up my skirt or dresses letting you enjoy my collection of satin, silk and nylon colors and patterns. I am incorrigible in my attempt to get your attention often resorting to having my knees wide apart so there is no doubt as to what I am wearing underneath.

You react as I wish you to react with a telltale ridge up along the front of your pants. I can see it and so can everyone else.

Finally after weeks of this, you decide to take action. As the students are leaving the classroom, you require me in a loud voice to remain behind. With the students still filing out of the room, you push me so that I am straddling the corner of your lab table. My body is forced down upon the tabletop with my legs hanging over the edge and my toes barely touching the ground. I give out a little yelp of surprise as you unceremoniously pull my skirt well above my waist revealing a very form fitting pair of tiny bikini panties that have ridden up my posterior as I was sitting in your lecture hall. My voiced complaint draws the attention of a number of students who still haven’t made it out of the door. You don’t care as you take a hold of a wooden ruler and began to smack my nylon clad bottom causing me to flail my legs and squeal with surprise and embarrassment.

While you are attending to my discipline a number of the other students who have heard a commotion file back into the room and now I have an audience to my humiliation as you continue to paddle my behind.

The worst is yet to come as my positioning over the corner of the table has put my most intimate part directly in contact with the tabletop and each slap across my almost bare behind results in the grinding my crotch into the table. It doesn’t take long for my other parts to react as my flower petals began to part and my tiny stamen pokes out to receive an almost vulgar massage as I squirm and gyrate on the corner. Then with everyone still watching my squeals of pain and humiliation began to transform into moans of preorgasmic delight. Very shortly followed by my cadence of “Yes, Yes, Yes.” Finally with a loud pronouncement of your name I began a series of spasms and convulsions that make it clear to everyone in attendance that I am orgasming.

That was my fantasy.

I loved the look in your eyes has I completed my narrative. You had definitely enjoyed it as was evident by the large ridge in your pants with a deepening wet stain appearing at the top.

You then asked me to demonstrate the position of my body on the corner of your desk.

Why is it that I can’t just say I would rather not when I am with you?

I slid out of the booth pulling my dress completely up and away from my lower half so you could see the front and back of my string bikini panties. Very gingerly I moved my legs slightly apart so my crotch was in direct contact with the corner of our table. Then as I leant forward placing my upper body on the table, our server decided to again make an appearance.

There I was with my panties on full view and my barely covered posterior in the air looking like I was humping the tabletop. Could my life get any more embarrassing or humiliating?

And does our server excuse himself, offering to come back later? Of course not! He continues to watch as I slide my intimate area off of the table leaving a small streak of liquid residue behind.

I could have died.

Anyway after asking if we needed anything else while starring at my open dress and red silk crotch he finally left us alone.

At this point I will leave it up to you to explain what happened next or I can continue in another email. I only ask, why is it when you were on display with your pants down around your knees, our server was nowhere to be found?

Elizabeth

Dear Elizabeth,

I just finished re-reading (for about the fifth time at least) your incredibly erotic and well-written account of the first part of our coffee date.

It’s quiet here in my office and I hope that lasts long enough for me to continue the saga from my point of view. I must say that my cock is already very stiff and straining to break out of my lacy red boy shorts. Yes, it’s the same pair that I wore for you last Friday. My pants are open and I’m occasionally rubbing it as I type this, imagining that you are watching it twitch and ooze a tiny bit every time I touch it. There’s a definite damp, sticky spot in my panties already.

So, back to Friday:

After the waiter left us, with you getting ready to cum from humping your crotch on the corner of the table, and me holding my hard penis through my red panties and getting ready to explode into them any second, I was suddenly struck with the reality of what was happening. Two visions of that damn waiter flashed through my brain. In one, he was in the men’s room jerking off while thinking about his cock thrusting deep into that hot MILF pussy from behind. In the other (more likely I thought), he was in the kitchen telling his buddies what he had just seen. Of course, they would have all had to come out and see for themselves.

Can you imagine the circle jerk that might have taken place at our table over your nearly naked body?!?!

But what really hit me and caused me to quickly pull up my pants and pack it in was the imagined evening news teaser, “Prominent college professor and female companion charged with public lewdness. University authorities promise full investigation.”

I slapped your ass a bit harder than I probably should have and commanded, “Elizabeth, get dressed! We’re leaving!” Perhaps similar thoughts were crossing your mind at the same time, I don’t know, but you stood up and did as you were told.

For an instant, my eyes focused on the wet streak that your steaming crotch had left on the table and I pictured the waiter lapping it up after we left. Now, I’m kind of wishing I had done so myself. As we left the coffee shop, I was trying not to make eye contact with any of the staff or customers, desperately hoping that no one I knew was in there!

Outside, I realized that it was now after five and thought how easy it was to spend time with you. I couldn’t tell if the look on your face was one of embarrassment, shame, fear, or all of the above. Mine was more one of amazement, with you, especially since I was still picturing your exposed body and remembering that vivid description of your secret fantasy.

You merely said, “I should go” and headed toward your car. I quickly grabbed you and hugged you tight, saying, “not so fast, Darlin’, our study session isn’t over!”

I began to walk rapidly toward the science building and you came along without saying anything. When the elevator opened for us on the first floor, two of my young faculty colleagues, one male, one female, were leaving. In her always-friendly manner, the pretty petite female smiled at me and remarked, “Working late today?”

Did you notice how she glanced back at us just before the doors closed? She eyed you up and down and then nodded at me with a little wink as she turned away.

Of course, by now, I’m sure that you knew we were going to my office to continue that “study session.” Indeed, studying you and your fantasy in more depth was exactly what I had in mind. I was holding you gently around the waist, thinking how you didn’t seem to mind my touch, as we entered the office. You also didn’t protest when I re-locked the door. We went into the inner office and over to my desk, which I noticed, probably for the first time, had smooth, rounded wood corners. I sat down behind the desk and you stood beside it.

“Turn around, Elizabeth, I want to see how nicely that pretty dress fits you.”

As I was admiring your legs and tight butt, feeling my cock begin to stiffen, I silently removed my shoes and pants. I also gave my cock a quick rub, bringing it to full attention, and reached into my desk drawer for a 16-inch metal ruler. I rubbed the cool length of it along my panty-covered hard-on and then, without warning, smacked it hard and loudly on your butt. I’m sure it caught you by surprise and, no doubt, stung you even through your dress and those skimpy little red panties.

“So, you want to be spanked by your professor, Ms. Harley. Well, you certainly deserve it after your rather slutty behavior in the coffee shop today, to say nothing of our luncheon last week.” I swatted your pretty butt again, catching you off balance a bit so that you moved over against the desk to steady yourself. I got up and leaned against your back, forcing my hardness against your ass. I knew that you sensed that it was just my sheer panties stretched over my cock because you pushed back against it and said, “Oh Eric, yes!”

I rubbed the cold ruler against the skin of your pretty neck, leaning in close to inhale your womanly scent, and then reached around and slowly pulled the top zipper down, exposing your sexy little red bra. Looking down, I saw that your nipples were already hard and standing up beneath the silky bra. I lowered the ruler down your front and stroked it’s full length against each of your nipples in turn, listening to you moan with delight and feeling your bottom rubbing even harder against my cock. I wanted to slip your bra off and warm the ruler by rubbing it roughly on your taut little nipples but I also had other ideas.

I leaned back enough to allow for two more swift smacks across your butt. Leaning back in, I sucked on your ear lobe and then whispered, “Take off your dress, Elizabeth.” But before you could react or protest, I reached around and down to that lower, golden loop. With the ruler in the same hand, I began to pull the zipper up, gently and slowly enough to enjoy the unveiling process. The ruler trailed my hand, sliding against your legs and then your inner thighs toward your sexy red panties.

When it touched your silk-covered mound, I turned it on edge and began to slid it up and down, easing it into your slit and up against your hard little clitty, with only the thin piece of silk insulating your hot pleasure nub from the cold metal. I could feel your body shiver and shake.