Where it happened: college office
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
This wasn’t my first time, just the first time with one of my students. I was doing my Ph.D. work and was the head teaching assistant in a large sophomore political science class. As the head TA, I had an office all to myself and handled all the grading for the course.
After the third of four exams in the class, Stephanie came to my office late in the afternoon. She had done badly on two of the three exams, and even with a good final she wasn’t going to get anything better than a “D”. I will give her credit for not making up a terrible sob story about her grandmother eating her homework or her dog going to prison. She simply came flat out and said she was spending long hours working late at night and had lots of trouble making it to the 8:00 am lecture. I asked her what kept her up to 3:00 am several nights a week and was floored when she said that she worked for one of the area’s most notorious escort services (this is Atlanta–you know the one that advertises with Angels on clouds?)
Stephanie was not a classic beauty. She stood about 6-foot tall and must of weighed about 170 pounds, but that weight all went to the right places. I grew up in the horse country of Ocala, Florida and have always had a thing for broad-shouldered buxom women (both Mom and Sis fit this category, but that’s two more stories). I also had a strong streak of ethics, and simply told her there wasn’t much I could do except recommend a professor for her to take when she repeated the course.
The crying did me in. She sobbed about her two daughters and how guilty she felt doing school and work and not being home and what a louse their dad was and the money was good and she was good at her work but she got so tired and why was she bothering with school and how come she never got to talk to anything but TAs and never professors.
I said that sometimes you get lucky and the TA listens. I put my arms around her and just held her for a minute, an hour, a day, a month? How long? When the sobbing stopped she turned her tear-stained face to me and what could I do but wipe away the moisture with kisses. Those kisses eventually met her kisses and we were off. Zippers, snaps, pull down, pull up, unbutton, touch, touch, touch …. then more than touch.
It was the first time and last time I made it with one of my students. If you are ever at one of the SEC schools and run into a professor with a BBW wife with dark eyes that go in a mile and two beautiful blond teen-aged daughters, think about this message.
Of course, that’s not me. We have two dark-haired boys and another broad-shouldered young blonde lady. What could I do? At least three time a month in the last 11 years I get a late afternoon visitor who comes to my office with tears in her eyes, no underwear on her body and lust on her mind. All she has to do is squeeze out one tear and it starts all over again. Personally, I think she uses those liguid tears as fakes just to get me goinge. (Of course I know this is right because I bought them for her.)
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