An older college student persues her professor - Sex Stories

An older college student persues her professor

... your notes and put them away as well. We each had about a half of our 2nd drink remaining and we had a little conversation for about 15 minutes. I learned about where you grew up (small town west of here), your current boyfriend (and how he isn’t “the one”), your favorite sports teams (big hockey fan), and how you ended up leaving school and why you’re now back. I shared some of the same information about myself. Our checks came and we paid (you wanted to pay mine for the trouble, but I told you I couldn’t let one of my students do that). You finished up the semester and passed the final without any trouble. You thanked me one more time in an e mail after the class was over for being so understanding, and that was the last I’d heard of you. Until the other day. I was walking toward my classroom when you stopped me. It was the last week of school for the spring and you had just taken your last final. I asked how you were and you were excited to be done. You had all of your credits from here and were going to start taking undergrad classes online. You suggested I should let you buy me a drink now, since you’re not a student anymore. You told me you’d be at the same restaurant on Saturday at 8. I smiled, said maybe I’d be there and headed off to my class. I wasn’t really planning on going, but you say maybe because it’s a pleasant thing to say, you know? Saturday came and plans I had made were canceled on me. I decided I’d head out to let you buy me that drink after all. I got ...

... to the restaurant at 8:15 and was surprised to find you alone. You were dressed up again, but this time the heels were a little higher, the skirt a little shorter and the reveal of the cleavage a little deeper. You smiled a welcoming smile when you saw me approach. I asked if your friends were running late. You told me no one is coming, but didn’t want to not be here if I showed up. Fair enough I suppose, but now I felt a little bad for my initial plans of not coming. I order a beer and we get to talking. one becomes two, two become four and it’s midnight just like that. So here were are, midnight at the restaurant bar. Our conversation has been terrific tonight. Five months removed from our first time here and it seems like it was a lifetime away. You stare at your wine glass a minute and offer up a confession. You tell me you were never meeting friends here tonight. You were just making it seem that way as a stab to get me out. I know the four glasses of wine are allowing you to confess to me as you go on: You tell me there was always something about me when I taught the class. You were panicking about missing that additional day and my relaxed attitude and willingness to help you out made you fall for me. You purposely dressed up for me that night, just to see if I noticed you. I tell you I did notice you, but really didn’t want to come off as creepy so I did everything I could to not stare down your shirt or anything. Just then you started to touch your foot to my leg. I ...