The moment she walked into the lecture theatre, it was as though my heart skipped a beat I was total awe. I couldn’t help but constantly stare and ask my friends if they knew her. She was absolutely stunning, she had short black hair, which resembled the Victoria Beckham bob, she wore a long coat that covered her bottom and was between 5ft7/8 in height. Her lips were beautifully formed – perfectly rounded and naturally slightly plump. Her red lipstick brought out her lips much more, but then she sexily bit her lip (due to being nervous), gently and slowly. Oh how I wished she was thinking of me when she did that. Watching her do that I began to get aroused a little but I couldn’t help myself from constantly enquiring about her to friends -
Was she a new student that never bothered turning up to any lectures in the first year? I realised how much I was beginning to ramble on about her and managed to stop just before the lecture began.
The module leader stood up to quieten everyone down, and then gradually welcomed the students to their second year. I wanted him to stop; I just wanted to imagine myself being alone with this young, stunning, mysterious woman. Sam the lecturer began to give us the details of the English module, he slowly but surely introduced all the members of staff. I wasn’t paying much attention – I was too distracted to say the least and was at this point aroused. The last thing I heard Sam say was, this is X Y – the colonial and postcolonial lecturer. I looked up as it is one of my favourite areas in English, much to my surprise, there she was, Dr X Y, stood up to speak and my heart began to beat faster and faster, I was in a great deal of shock to say the least, and so were my friends, we all assumed she was a student – to me a very sexy one.
She began to explain what she’d be teaching us exactly and when, but I had to wait till after the Xmas holidays to see her in action which was agonising just to think about it. Without realising I began to tilt my head like a love struck puppy as I watched her deliver her little introduction I immediately snapped out of it as soon as my friend – Jesse asked me if my neck is all right. I discreetly grinned and sat up properly. The lecture unfortunately ended but I took my time leaving, just so I could catch a glimpse of her or even casually brush past her.
Now that I knew her name, I wanted to know more about her, she only looked as though she was in her early 20s.The fact that she had a PhD meant that she was roughly between 26-29. When she was speaking I managed to pick up on her accent – it was a northern accent highly similar to my own, I narrowed it down as being a West Yorkshire accent. I thought to myself oh my goodness why are you obsessing about her? I was unable to answer my own question.
I had to try hard not to mention her name, because it was becoming a habit, and I didn’t want anyone finding out that I am attracted to a lecturer, one that I wanted to call my own. I was eagerly awaiting my next English lecture, I knew she would be sat with the other lecturers and seminar leaders. I walked in, sat down, and she casually strolled in 10 minutes after me, she gracefully smiled at me as I was opposite the doorway and sat down. An interactive lecture crept up on me and I still hadn’t received my books from Amazon – the lecturers began to scatter around to speak to the students. I was worried, as a lecturer would be approaching me, due to me being sat at the end of the row – an easy target. I hear footsteps from behind, phew; it wasn’t my turn to speak about my non-existent novel. S***! I spoke to soon, I hear a voice coming above my head, “So, what did you think about Regeneration”, I ignore her and carry on writing, the voice echoed again, I looked up smirking, I knew she was speaking to me. I froze for a moment; she lowered herself so that we were level. I looked into her deep, dark brown sultry eyes and said, “I’m still waiting for my book to arrive”, she stood up and said, “Hmm, well I’ll make sure I pick on you doubly, next time” she grinned and walked in front of me. At this point my nipples began to get erect and my clit had a heartbeat of its own. I wanted to stand up and pull her towards me; I pictured our lips meeting right after she bites her lip. Our breast are touching one another, I place my hand on her back under her shirt. I leant in to initiate the kiss, my lips heated which made my hands tingle, and she smiled and nibbled my bottom lip as we kissed again. I snapped back to reality and waited for her to look back at me – I expected too much. All I could do was think about her, eve when I was at work; I would picture her being on the other end of the phone asking if she has insured her TV.
I began to email her for help so that she knew my name. I would fantasise about her declaring her love for me, which was funny – that would never happen. I had a meeting with her: she wore black trousers, and a sexy black V-neck, low-cut, full-sleeved top. Her cleavage exposed and I just saw her lasciviously breasts, firm and playful looking – all this from one glance. She held the door open and welcomed me with a warm smile; I wanted to feel the heat from those lips in realty this time. I did what she asked me to do – sat down. As I was telling her, I felt her gazing; I looked up and saw a light twitch. I grinned and her cheeks began to get redder. She moved I closer to explain what I should do with my essay.
She held my shaking hand, and placed her other hand on top. “I know you caught me staring”. Was this real? Did I need a pinch or even a punch to wake up from this beautiful dream? “I’ve really liked you, ever since you were tilting your head in the intro lecture” My jaw dropped. She raised her hand and placed a finger on my lips to gently close my shock struck lips. She wheeled her char toward me and wedged her legs in between mine. I was speechless, but I plucked up the courage and said, “how long have you like me and why didn’t you tell me earlier??” she answered my question immediately and began to lift up my skirt and stroke the top of my thighs. I couldn’t breath, “when I walked into that lecture theatre for the first time I saw you, you stood out with your warm sincere smile, my heart melted when I saw you, especially when I was speaking I saw your head tilt and I wanted to embrace in a long kiss with you. How could I tell you? I’m your lecturer, but I knew you felt the same way so I took advantage and flirted discreetly”
My head tilting far back as she was stroking my almost wet thighs, I began to moan. She was enjoying having that control on me, but I couldn’t let her, I suddenly grabbed her hands, and began sucking her fingers as though I was eating her out, slowly. She managed to take my skirt off with one hand. I moved in to kiss her, our lips touched and then I felt her tongue pushing mine softly, I held her head to make sure we don’t stop. Her hand was on my clit and I knew she could feel it pulsating with the pure excitement. We stopped kissing as I held her by her hips and gradually took her top off, I made sure I felt her body as I was undressing her, I made sure my thumbs traced over nipples. They were hard, she grabbed my hand ad placed them on her breasts, and I massaged her nipples in a circular movement and carried on kissing her. I stood up briefly and pulled her up with me, I made her face and place her hands on the wall. I spread her legs slightly and began to frisk her, paying much attention to her groin. I unzipped her trousers and pulled them off. There this beautiful creature stood with her back to me – naked. I was enjoying every minute of it because I knew she was as much turned on as I was. I knelt on the floor and started to kiss her inner leg and pacing my kisses until I got to her wet pussy. All I did was lick her rose scented juices; she held onto my hair and began to groan louder. I teased her more and she pulled my head closer to her skin, she wanted my tongue to explore, deeper in her warm and aroused pussy, I carried on massaging her nipples, as I was busy licking her intensely. She began to pant, groan and light screams. Even mumbling my name. I never thought I would be having this kind of affect on my first – especially the sexiest lecturer I knew. I loved her. This was not puppy love; she was always on my mind. Rapidly her breathing became much heavier, louder and at its sexual peak. She was about to cum inside my mouth. I could feel her legs becoming weak and shaking vigorously – she screamed my name loudly – to let me know she was about to cum. I was prepared and carried on, my tongue was working its magic when I felt a huge gush of liquid in my mouth, I took a few minutes to enjoy the taste and make her pant more as she needed at least a few minutes break. I stopped eventually and leaned against the wall bottomless – this didn’t stay on long enough. I pulled her against me so she could stand – I’d always hold onto her if she needed me to.
not while i was conscious anyway. lol only in my dreams and fantasies 
