College professors are usually stuffy, old men who have forgotten what hides in their pants.

But not this guy… he was tall dark handsome and even though I suspected he wouldn’t have been into 22yr old me (I’m 24 now).

Anyway, I knew I was meeting him to go through my appraisal and I made sure to wear my lowest cut top - the one that hugs my breasts and squeezes them that little too much. That plus no bra and a little nipple tease before I saw him, and I knew I’d get him panting.

For extra measure, I put on my pleated mini skirt and my lucky lace thong.

I knock on the door, he lets me in, I whimper my voice a little just enough to let him indulge in the thought of me calling him Daddy and ask if I’ve been a good girl this year.

He looks puzzled but I notice his eyes stare down at my cleavage and my eyes instantly move to his crotch, just praying he felt a little throb.

The meeting ended with me desperate to toy myself. I did exactly that. I got into bed and spread my legs, skirt and thong still on, pressing over my clit as I bit my lip, wishing he would have just grabbed my little gym body and taken me the way I could only dream about.

I came hard but never got the chance to make him. I still think about him to this day