To me, nobody’s gaping vaginal opening will win any beauty awards on close inspection, so I’ll just report that Bette’s was right where it ought to be–and looking extremely inviting despite its lack of heart-fluttering good looks.
I was entranced, overall. I stared appreciatively. With Bette’s top still on and her legs spread wide, she looked especially wanton and unbelievably sexy. And as beautiful as ever.
“Take my picture?” she asked. “My phone’s in my shoulder bag.”
I retrieved the phone and framed a picture, trying to fill the frame mostly with her body, not so much with my office furnishings. All the time I was moving the camera around and playing with the telephoto zoom, Bette was looking towards my eyes. Her lips, clenched tight at first, slowly formed a smile. I gave up all hope of hiding my erection.
I finally took the picture, and we reviewed it. It looked just fine. As porn photos go, it was very well-composed. And the exposure was very good: the dark areas had detail, and the bright areas were not washed out. The time and date stamps were in place and were not blocking the view of Bette’s body,
“We’ve satisfied the requirement,” Bette announced, “apart from the short note from you. Now would you like to see me naked too?”
“I would indeed.”
She got out of the chair and stood, facing me. She bit her lower lip, hesitated for a split second, then quietly muttered, “Oh, what the hell.” Then, with both hands, she pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it onto my desk.
Her off-white bra looked like a C-cup. I’m not fussy about the size of women’s breasts, actually. What delights me is not sheer size but a beautiful shape and just-right firmness. My wife Ann’s breasts are smaller than average but the most beautiful I’ve seen and felt.
Bette reached back, unhooked her bra, then tossed it onto my desk too. Her breasts were a little larger than average and possibly the second-most-beautiful I’ve seen. They were sort of tubular in shape–my favorite style. They looked nicely firm but not over-firm. As predicted, the areolas and nipples were pink. Gingerly, I reached out a hand and touched one.
“Go ahead,” she said.
The weight, density, and firmness of her breasts were close to perfect. I caressed them gently. My finger drew a circle on her pink areolas, and the nipples stiffened.
“Bette, you are gorgeous,” I said.
You’d think that by now she would be beyond blushing, but she blushed yet again. Then she sat again in my chair. Her bottom moved forwards. Her legs went over the armrests again as she leaned back.
“Would you like another photo for your records?” she asked. “You can use your own camera if you like.”
No sane man would turn down an offer like that. Nor would I. That took less than a minute.
I put my phone down. Bette stayed in the chair, legs spread, and wiggled her bottom forwards still further. Her labia were now a centimeter or two in front of the seat. She looked me boldly in the eye, very subtly licked her lips, and raised her eyebrows. I perceived that an invitation had been issued. Cunnilingus to start, followed by copulation. I would love either or, especially, both.
I put my hand on the side of her head and looked into her blue eyes. “Bette, we need to do some long, clear thinking before we go any further. Much as I would love to. Believe me, I would love to.”
She sighed audibly, but her face looked a little bit relieved as well as annoyed. “I know, Stephen,” she said. “I’m not only a student, I’m your student, and we will be in a student-teacher relationship for months to come. Besides that, I suppose if anyone finds out, they will try to crucify you, no matter how loudly I say, ‘There’s no problem here, folks!'”
She sat up and closed her legs. Little tufts of gold peeked up from her pubic mound. She looked absolutely lovely. She took a deep breath and managed a smile.
“Thank you for this afternoon, Stephen. You were wonderful. Doing this was a big stretch for me, and you helped more than you realize.” Bette rose and picked up the clothes on my office floor. She pulled up her panties gracefully, then put on her Peds and trousers. Now she was half-naked in the opposite way from before. This way was beautiful and very sexy too. There’s nothing like trousers to make naked breasts look even more naked. She retrieved her bra from my desk and put it on, then her sweater.
“Next time you see me,” she said, you’ll see a little red jewel at the top of my pin. I hope it brings back pleasant memories. It will for me, whenever I see it.”
“For me too, Bette.”
She put on her jacket, leaving it unzipped, then picked up her phone, notebook, and shoulder bag.
“Oh, the note from you,” she remembered.