Stripping For The Teacher

Stripping for the Teacher

It was the first day of college and I was already feeling nervous. As I walked into the classroom, my heart began to beat faster. I saw the professor, an older man with grey hair and piercing eyes. He was wearing a tailored suit and seemed very distinguished. I could tell he was very intelligent and I was intimidated.

I took my seat at the back of the room and tried to concentrate on what the professor was saying. However, I found my eyes wandering to his body as he lectured the class. He had a powerful presence and I couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

After the class, he called me to his desk and asked me to stay. He wanted to discuss my grades. As I stood there, I noticed how his eyes seemed to undress me. I couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused.

He then asked me if I knew how to strip. At first, I was taken aback but I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was only joking. He then told me that he knew a way to boost my grades and he wanted to use it on me.

I said yes, of course, and soon after he began to teach me the art of stripping. He started me off with basic moves, showing me how to move my body in time with the music. I was a natural and before long I was twirling around the classroom in my underwear.

The professor smiled as he watched me. He said that I had skills and I could feel myself getting aroused. I felt like I was in a trance and I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me and I wanted to do something more.

He then asked me to go even further. He wanted to see a striptease. I complied and I began to slowly peel off my clothing. I exposed my body inch by inch until I was wearing nothing but my lingerie.

The professor stared at me hungrily. I could feel heat radiating from his gaze. He then stepped closer to me and began to caress my body. His hands were gentle and I felt the urge to kiss him. So I did.

Our lips met in a passionate embrace and soon we were making love. He undressed me completely and explored my body with his hands. He kissed my breasts, licked my nipples, and then moved lower. He teased my pussy with his tongue before finally entering me.

I moaned in pleasure as he thrust deeper and deeper inside me. His hands moved up and down my body, caressing me. We continued to make love until I was screaming in ecstasy.

When we had finished, the professor said that he was impressed with my performance. He said that I had earned an A for my stripping skills. He also said that I had a bright future ahead of me and I couldn’t help but smile.

That was the day I learned the art of stripping for the teacher. We continued our naughty little sessions for the remainder of the semester and I have never felt so alive. I learned a lot about myself and my sexuality and it has been a fulfilling experience.