I've always had a thing for older men, especially those in positions of authority. My 55-year-old economics professor, was no exception. His lectures were captivating, but it was his confident demeanor that really got me going.

One afternoon, I stayed after class to ask him some questions. The classroom was empty, and the air was filled with a tense silence. He sat on the edge of his desk, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart race.

"What can I help you with, Alexia?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

I stumbled over my words, trying to focus on the economics concepts, but my mind was elsewhere. He seemed to notice my distraction and leaned in closer.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern and something more.

I nodded, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Yeah, I'm just... distracted," I admitted.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I can see that. Maybe we should take a break from economics for a moment."

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire through my body. I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat.

"You're a very beautiful young woman, Alexia," he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "It's hard not to be distracted by you."

I felt a warmth spread through me, and I couldn't help but lean into his touch. He moved closer, his hand cupping my cheek, and I knew what was coming next.

His lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. It was tentative at first, but quickly deepened as we both gave in to the moment. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he responded with a low groan.

We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. He looked into my eyes, a mix of desire and caution in his gaze.

"We should be careful, Alexia," he said, his voice husky. "But I can't deny that I want you."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want you too, Professor Thompson."

He smiled, his eyes softening. "Call me James," he said, before leaning in for another kiss.

We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring each other, our touches gentle and tentative. It was a slow burn, a dance of desire and restraint. And as I left the classroom that day, I knew I was in for a semester of distractions - and I couldn't wait.