Guest Lecturer

The email asked him to come give a guest lecture to the evening class. He was an expert in the subject and the class fit right into his undergraduate major. He enjoyed speaking, the calendar was open, and he always like the energy of classrooms. He had never met the instructor, but that didn't matter, it was about helping the kids get some exposure to some topics he had learned at their age.

What he didn't count on was the instructor being gorgeous. Absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. She was the type of woman he could have stood in line to take any class from-on any topic. She was in her early 30s, confident, strong. Her eyes were bright and sparkled as her smile moved from her full lips up past a flush of sculpted cheekbones and into pupils that might have just dilated a little when she saw him. Maybe he should have worn the tie. No, this was about being accessible and not being so uptight that the students wouldn't pay any attention.

She had the respect of her class, obviously. Not just the attention of the hormone-soaked young men who would never have a chance to enjoy the fantasies he knew they had about her regularly. They likely all had imagined staying late after class to be tutored by the prof. The young women in the room obviously looked up to her and hoped to grow into her confidence, knowledge, and ownership of her power as a woman.

This was not his first guest lecture. He did a lot of public speaking. There are always beautiful women in the room and having their full attention was always a turn on. The energy of speaking, even to a small group, always made him horny. The excitement of that energy was like hunger and on this night, he was hungry for the woman who owned the room.

Luckily, he knew this material. He could deliver the content well enough that the eyes of his hostess didn't throw him off noticeably. Her students asked good questions. She asked good questions. The interaction was easy and fun. She had a beautiful laugh. Her hair framed her features and her long neck called for his lips. She was dressed in business casual, his imagination placed her in a little cocktail dress and wanted her to secretly open her legs to show him the treasures hidden above her smooth inner thighs.

"Wait, sorry. Could you repeat that question?"

At the end of the class, the students filed out. He thanked her for the chance to speak to her class and complimented her on the intelligence and engagement of her students.

"I'm happy to come anytime you want me." He told her with a glint in his eyes and an small smile.

She put a hand on his shoulder and slid it down his arm, feeling the muscles under his shirt. "Be careful what you ask for Mr."

"I'll take my chances, how about I ask you to join me for coffee or a drink right now - unless you have a date or something." It was worth a shot.

"I think I'd like that, just give me a few minutes to pack up a few things."

"Take all the time you want. There's a nice place close to my office and I will need to head back in there before going home. How about I meet you in the lobby and we can walk over there. It's not far from campus."

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Conversation was effortless. They talked about her career, teaching, and some of the students in the class that stood out for one reason or another. She relaxed into herself. She was even more attractive when she relaxed.

"I have to head up to my office."

"May I see where you work?"

"You showed me yours..." he quipped.

She just smiled