She smiled, not minding if he did. She loved a good ravishing. And if he thought of her as a maiden, all well and good. After a few minutes he stood and dressed quickly. She knew if he didn’t leave soon he’d be late for the two o’clock lecture she’d recently re-scheduled for him. Shrugging his jacket on she could see his eyes roving over her, sitting on the edge of her desk, clothed in stockings and suspenders, her legs apart, their mingled juices glistening on her cunt. She held her breasts up, offering them to him. She saw him hesitate, torn between duty and desire, and he stepped towards her, burying his head again for one last long nuzzle. Then he turned and left. Once she heard his footsteps retreat down the staircase, she dragged on her clothes, less carefully than usual. She fumbled with her blouse, quite certain that the correct button hadn’t gone through the right hole. Generally she took far more care with her appearance. But for now, she would do. Who was going to see her? Pulling her tight-fitting skirt over her curves, Charlie sat at her desk and pulled her laptop towards her. She began returning an email that she’d heard ping into her inbox when she and Professor Markham had been in the middle of their fuck.
To: Dr Neilson
From: Charlie Prentiss
Subject: Re:Timetabling
Apologies for missing you today, Dr Nielson. I slipped out of my office for a moment. If you would like to call tomorrow, at 11.30, perhaps we could run through any outstanding issues you may have.
Charlie gave herself a twirl in her brand new chair. She thought she deserved it. This new office was going to work out well.
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