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The Counselor

Wendy – the Counselor Chapter One – first meeting I was not happy about the letter the dean had sent me, informing us, the Sigma Mu Kappa fraternity (SMK), that we are falling behind the other Greek fraternities and sororities in actual progress towards graduation. What that boils down to is, we can’t keep repeating Art 101, and similar classes, and need to make better progress towards graduation. Even the University of Arcane Studies has standards. So I am sitting in the reception area of the counselors area in the admin building waiting to meet some counselor that is supposed to help me get a fire built under the guy’s asses. A door across from me opens, a mature woman steps out, announcing my name. At least it is a female I will be chatting with, not some old fart who should have retired a decade ago. I stand and begin walking towards her, as I approach, her face and figure become clearer to me, it’s hell when you wait for a couple of weeks for your contact lenses. She is now in focus, I notice she is a mature woman, nicely built, and wearing a rather hot outfit, at least for her age, her black, A-line skirt ends a couple of inches above her knees, I see the dark outline of her bra through the sheer blue blouse. She points to a chair, and I sit down, but instead of her hiding behind her desk, she rolls her desk chair from behind the desk, letting me watch as she backs up, her shapely ass facing my foggy vision. Then she turns and sits facing me, crossing her legs. Wow, ...

... she lets the hem of her skirt ride up a bit, and I get a good shot of her thighs, the broad is wearing hose, not panty hose, and not bare legged, something a young male does not always see. We chatted for a few minutes, about what, I really don’t remember, who cares, the broad is giving me a nice thigh show. Could this hot olod broad be coming on to me? I got another look up her skirt, shit, she is hot. Then she rises from her chair, picks up a file from her desk and strides towards me. Shit, the broad is wearing some sort of sheer blouse and skimpy bra, as I get a better look as she approaches me. She has nice tits, and the bounce and jiggle rather lewdly as she steps towards me, her nipples poking out to me, pushing their points into the material. “Now, I have a list of all of your fraternity members, a sheet on each one . . .”. I was listening, but heard little. She was bent over, her blouse falling forward, and the shapely curves of her tits are very visible to me. I can even see a bit of her nipples, her nipples like hard, rubber erasers. This broad is giving me a nice tit show, jiggling hotly as she bends over. “. . . , so, as you see, a majority of your b*****rs are making very little progress towards graduation.” She smiled as she seated herself in her desk chair. But, instead of crossing her legs, she sat with her knees just a few inches apart, her feet flat on the floor. My eyes were glued to her nylon encased thighs, then, the creamy color of her thighs, finally her ...