It was San Francisco, and Gil Grissom was a single man. He had taken some time off to give a lecture there, and he knew no one in town, so yeah, why the hell not? The first few days had the typical humdrum of a business trip, and Grissom was horny. At this point it was manageable, nothing a pay per view at his hotel couldn't take care of. On the third day, everything changes as a fire is ignited within him that changes his whole demeanor.

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Sara Sidle finds an empty seat in third row. Not wanting to sit so close, she didn't have much choice. How could she possibly manage to keep herself focused during a five hour lecture, when everyone had told her he was monotonous? Never in a million years did she expect this guy. The man stepped up to the podium, put his briefcase beside it, took his glasses out of his pocket, and slid them onto the bridge of his nose. "He's certainly no Ben Stein," she thought, as she shifted her legs, crossing one over the other.

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Grissom turned to face his students, but his breath caught and he couldn't help but stare at her. He moved quickly behind the podium, fumbling with his notes, as he tried desperately to hide his massive erection. His mouth was unable to form words, and he seemed to babble for a moment. No one seemed to notice what was really going on as he gripped his papers, gently rapping them against the surface to even them out; or was it to buy some time? From about the room, he heard stifled coughs and sniffles, as students waited for him to begin. His eyes moved awkwardly about the room, so embarrassed, as if he had just accidentally, bumped into her and touched a breast.

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Wow. There was nothing more for Sara to think. He stood there, looking foolish… foolish but somehow oddly cute. She noticed his eyes roaming the room, but almost magnetically coming back to her own, thinking how stupid of her to skip class for two days, and miss this. For a moment, when he had first turned around, they locked eyes. She giggled when he started to fumble, and quickly used the podium as a shield. Sara couldn't lie; she absolutely, positively, loved being a tease. Throughout the lecture, she hunched forward leaning into the table watching him closely. Every now and then his eyes would lock with hers again, and she'd oh-so-subtly waggle an eyebrow at him. Other times, she'd look away. Even she couldn't deny what she was doing was terrible. She whispered to herself, "Fuckin' tease." The corners of her mouth danced into a smirk.

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Surprisingly, to himself, he was able to keep his composure for the majority of the class. Luckily for him, this lecture was ritualistic and the words came out as if he'd practiced for days. Whenever he managed to think he was finally calm, cool, and collected he'd look back over at her, and his pants would jump again. He groin throbbed behind the podium, and he stood carefully as to not bump against it and harm his sensitive throbbing head.

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"Depending on the preferred of hand used by the individual, the angle…."

What is he talking about chainsaws for? Let's skip class, and fuck. Sara had to admit, this growing hunger within her was out of the ordinary for just some random guy she had seen. At this point, she didn't care. She hadn't fucked anyone in months, and this man, he threatened to bring her to climax by just staring at her; but she needed more hands on contact… she craved it. She felt as though fireworks were going throughout the room, and only they could see them. "He did feel them, right?" She was certain he did, he had to. He was practically undressing her with his eyes… those sexy bedroom eyes. The blueness of them pierced straight through her and she wanted to be swimming within them.

Her pussy was on fire, and dripping wet at the same time. This had happened before, though, she had spent some time with the fellow and had casual touching first, but this was different. She couldn't stand looking at him any longer. With 15 minutes left in the class she slowly stood up, exaggerating her movements as she walked to the back of the auditorium. When she got to the door, she seductively looked back at him, and disappeared through the entrance.