It was the start of another weekend as the offices slowly grew quiet with everyone heading out for the day. That is all except for him. The last thing he would have expected to hear was her knock on the door.
"Come in."
He was rummaging around through his student papers as the door creaked open and quickly closed behind her. The sound of pages flipping was mixed in with the fidgeting from his office chair. But she took precaution to approach the side of his desk slowly. Her instructor took a moment to slide his glasses off as he pinched the bridge of his nose. It provided her with the perfect opportunity to come around to the side of his desk and sit in the area right alongside him. Finally he picked the specs back up and gazed at the striking beauty before him.
"Hello Professor."
The long blonde haired said seducing him in with her long legs crossed on top of his desk. She'd taken into account what she would wear to present herself before him, but in the end she'd winged it. Now he stared back at her in awe with her black platform pumps revealing her long legs. And those tight green shorts hugging her sexy hips; while his eyes made their way up stealing a look at her white long sleeved V-cut. He gulped, if he had to admit the part that had him worried the most was her shirt since she hadn't bothered to button the rest of the bottom, which left her exposing those round breasts.
"Ms. Crock…"
Backing away from her and into his seat he tried to remember what it felt like to breath. She didn't hold back though as her body inched closer to his. And soon enough he found her hands wrapped around his dark blue tie as she loosened it off his neck.
"What are you -?"
Finally she made her move sliding onto his lap, and leaned back into his body, as she cut off his words and hovered her way up into his lips. All of his will was gone as temptation took control and he pressed her closer into his arms. She felt his rough hands guide their way up her body, starting from her hips and ending up in the roots of her loose hair. At first he tried to resist her embrace but she couldn't be defeated, and to his shock he felt himself surprisingly kiss her back. A few short gasps later the pair rose for air.
It was she who spoke first, "wanted to do that so bad," she breathed into his ear.
"Ms. Crock, but why –"
"Artemis," she whispered leaning back in, "it's just Artemis."
When moonlight hit they were already back at his place and she was covered next to him under the sheets. There were pants on the floor, followed by his tie, her shorts, and their shoes. Everything seemed to be there – that is all but one thing.
"We might have left your panties behind in my office."
She gently rolled on top of him and stared into dark eyes, "I don't mind stopping by Professor."
"Actually," he smiled pulling her close, "its Kaldur."