EroticReverie

*commissioned*

When I walk into the lecture hall, I see she's here with a student already for her morning office hours, where she will help the students with whatever they're having trouble with in class.  Or will review their assignments, or help with homework, and such things. 

She's wearing a long sleeved ivory creme colored top , with disappointingly modest neckline, but what is lacked in the cleavage department is made up for in just how tight the top is. It's not overly tight , but just enough for me and everyone else lucky enough to lay eyes on her, see just how big, and how curvy her chest is.  Her skirt is a dark olive color, not my favorite, but it looks good on her anyways, and it's a bit high on her waist, and flows loosely. She has a creme colored heel on and her brown hair is down, but swept over one one shoulder, as she leans in and points to the paper in front of her and one of the students sitting at her desk.

When she finally hears my foot steps coming across the floor, she lifts her head and looks over the student, who's currently busy making marks on his paper. 

She gives me a smile, that curls one side of her lips higher than the other, a flirtatious little smirk.

"Good morning Mr. Crosby" she says, and gives a quick wink to me as the student looks to me. 

"Oh hey Mr. Crosby" my student says giving a slight nod. 

"Good Mrs. Goldman" I reply to her and then look to Nick and give a nod right back and walk over to my desk on the other side of the room. 

I try to focus on what I'm doing but end up mindlessly shuffling papers as I keep stealing glances over at Sam and the student. I wonder if he thinks about her like I do. I wonder if Nick or any other students want to do unmentionable things to my teaching assistant in the ways that I do. 

A female student comes in, and brings a paper to my desk. Her last test, she wants to retake it.  I let her know that retaking it wont be an option, but if she'd like to write a paper for extra credit, than she can do that, and then I give her a short list of topics i'd accept.  She thanks me, gets up and leaves looking as if I've just killed her family pet. 

I hear the click of shoes coming towards me, and turn my head as the student walks out the door. 

I see Sam walking towards me with a little confused look on her face. 

"What did Ellie want?" she asks and leans her hips on the edge of my desk beside me and crosses her arms. 

"Wanted a retake on the test." I say, letting my eyes look at her hips, then at the way her arms are crosses right under her breasts, seeming to make them appear even bigger. 

"Didn't she get a 90 ?" Sam asks with a slight tilt of her head, still wearing that adorable look of confusion. 

"Yes." I say. 

"Huh." she says and seems to still be questioning why she'd want a re test. 

"I told her no. Offered to let her do extra credit." I say, and then tear my eyes from Sam's face before it becomes impossible not to stare, and I grab a stack of papers, piling them together and lift them, letting the ends tap on the desk to make the pile neater.

"Extra credit hmmm?" Sam says in a suggestive tone. 

I double check again just to make sure no students are still around or waiting to speak with either of us. But I see everyone has gone.

"Yes. And NOT that kind." I cock lower my chin slightly and give her a little glare. 

She lets out a little laugh and now places a hand on my desk, still leaning against it, placing the other hand on her hip. 

"I was about to say...I might be a little jealous." she says is a playful tone. 

She cocks her brow when my eyes go to hers. 

I give a little laugh and shake my head. "You're something else." 

"I'm a lot of things Patrick." she says batting her eyes and then lifting her hand from her waist, to my shoulder. her hands pushes up over it and she pushes her hip off the desk, and slips behind me in my chair. 

"Oh really? Such as?" I play along as her hand slides to the other shoulder, and her other hand sliding up my dress shirt. Her fingers  tapping up along my arm until both arms are on my shoulders. 

Sam starts to give me one of her "friendly back rubs" as she calls them. I let my head swing slowly forward, lowering my chin as her fingers and thumbs start to dig firmly into my shoulders.

"Well I'm told I'm a great friendly back rub giver." she says. 

I give a slight chuckle. "Is that so? Who's told you that?" 

"Mmm, no one" she says, and I feel her lean down, her breasts against my back as she leans down, not quiet right next to my ear, but close enough that she whispers. 

"I can just tell." she says. 

"And how can you tell?" I ask, turning my head and she gives a little bite of the corner of her gorgeous mouth. 

"hmmm" she grins, seeming to contemplate if she should answer. 

"Let's just say, sometimes, I'm given quite the visual clue." she says with a playful smirk and then peeks over my shoulder and into my lap as she bites her lip again. 

She's right, I was getting hard as soon as she got close to me. 

I know I shouldn't even be flirting with her, it's bad. It's wrong, and it's torture when I do, knowing I can't go any further with her than what i've convinced myself for the most part is just "harmless" flirting. 

Her hands work a little harder and she leans over a bit more, as her hands come up over my shoulders and down towards the top of my chest, just slightly. 

I sit up straighter, because if I let her touch me much longer, I might let her keep going, let her hands go wherever they please. 

That's the thing about Sam. She's far more aggressive with her flirting. She says things and does things, that will make a man blush. Even at 50 something years old. 

"Relax Patrick..." she says as she puts her hands back on my shoulders and massages them.  "I wont try to touch it for physical confirmation." she says. 

I clear my throat and my eyes widen as I grab her hands and gently lift them off my shoulders.  Did she just reference touching my cock? Holy shit. 

"If things get,,,, you know..." she says as she slips around the chair and sits her nice big ass on my desk, and grips the edges with her hands. 

"If things get too hard for you today....I can always teach the class. " She grins and the tip of her tongue goes over her upper lip. 

"Sam..." I say giving her a warning look. 

I like flirting, and having banter with Sam, but when it starts to get maybe too dirty, I always retreat. That fucking guilt. 

"Oh Patrick" she says with a sigh. "Why do you always tease me?" she smiles and pushes my shoulder playfully. 

I look at the wedding band on her finger. Then lift my hand, and idly fidget with mine, spinning it around my finger. I wonder if it's easier for her, because she's not religious like me? Easier for her to flirt with people that aren't her spouse. 

Sam and I have our marriages in common. We both exist in unhappy, loveless marriages. Sticking with our partners, even when our hearts don't seem to be in it any longer. 

"I see how you look at me Patrick." she says , making me look back up at her. 

"How do I look at you?" I ask, tilting my head slightly. 

She gives a little grin. 

"That you wanna do things to me....things that if I said them....would make you blush." she says. 

I inhale and then exhale.

"Dirty, dirty things Patrick." she says with a devious little grin. 

She runs her finger along the polished wood of my desk and smiles. 

"Should I say out loud what I think you wanna do to me?" she says watching her own finger stroke my desk and then looks up at me. 

"I...." I start and then swallow hard. Good. God. Yes. Yes! I wanted to yell. Tell me Sam, tell me all the dirty things you think I want to do to you, because I doubt you know the half of it. 

"That's probably not appropriate." I say. 

She lets out a little giggle. "Definitely not." she says, and as if timing it perfectly, pushes up off my desk to walk to hers as the first student walks in to class early. 

--

I let Sam teach the class, interjecting from my seat at certain points, joining in the discussion at certain points, while simultaneously grading papers for one of my other classes. 

I like watching Sam as she walks back and forth across the front of the lecture hall while speaking. 

The students always seem more engaged when she's the one speaking. I don't blame them. She's smart, and beautiful. She's funny too. Often making students laugh with something she's said, making me laugh too. God I miss laughing everyday. I miss having a woman that makes me laugh. My wife used to. Not anymore. Not in a long time, and I stopped trying to make her laugh a long time ago. 

I watch as Sam walks up and down the steps as she speaks, calling out names of students when they raise a hand to question something. She calls them by name. She knows all of their names. I know most of them, but usually I just point at them to let them know they can speak. 

I do see the way that some of them look at her, and I see the way the males seem to follow her body around the floor with their eyes more than the girls do.

The guys eyes go up and down as they follow, the girls, they stare at her face mostly. I try my best to look at the back of her head or at my desk, but when her back is to me, all I can look at is her ass. Darting my to and from it quickly when I take glances, not wanting any of the students to catch their married professor checking out the TA's ass. 

--

After the class is over she walks over to her desk, grabbing her phone before coming over to my desk, pulling up a chair. 

"How'd I do?" she asks pulling up something on her phone. 

"Great. As always." she gives a little smile, but without looking up. 

"Thanks." she says and I watch her thumb tap the screen a few times and she giggles. 

"What's so funny?" I ask. 

"Oh nothing, a friend of mine...she sent me a snap chat." she says. 

"A snap chat?" I ask. 

She looks up. "Uh huh, please tell me you know what snap chat is Patrick." she says placing her hand on me as if she's concerned. 

"Yes...I know what it is...I didn't know that you used it."  I say. 

"Mhm" She says pulling her hand from knee and then types something out in reply to her friend. 

"Do you have one?" she asks me and looks up placing her phone on the desk. 

"I...uh...no. I don't. Well, I do, cause some of my family uses it, but I never check it, or use it." I say. 

"It's fun." she says and then reaches over in front of me and grabs my phone, and I smell her perfume and her hair as she pulls the phone back across the desk and taps the screen to life. 

"Face" she says , lifting the phone for the face recognition software. 

I laugh as she then pulls the phone back, and she flips through my phone. 

"I won't accidentally find any nudes on here will I ?" she teases with a raise of my brow and she laughs as my eyes widen. 

"what? No." I say. 

She laughs. "Shucks." and then grins back at the phone as she find the snap chat app on the last screen and taps it open. 

"What are you doing?" I ask as I lean back slightly in my chair. 

"Adding myself to your snap." she says. 

"Why?" I ask. 

She lifts her head from the phone and looks at me as if I'm an idiot, because, I am I guess. 

"So I can snap chat you?" she says cocking her head with a little laugh. 

I chuckle. "Yeah, I guess that's why one would add another to snap chat right?" I say shaking my head. 

She giggles and then sets my phone down. 

"Do you know how to use it?" she asks. 

I shrug. "You send people pictures and stuff." 

"Yeah, but do you know HOW?" she asks. 

"Does it make me old as dirt if I dont?" I ask. 

She laughs. "No, here...I'll show you. We'll both send each other a snap at the same time." 

She shows me how to pull up the camera, how to send, or add to stories, shows me how to type a caption and all of the basics. 

"Oh the filters!" she squeals and then shows me up to pull up the filters. 

"A puppy? Why would I want to look like a puppy?" I ask. 

"Uhhhhhh, because they're cute?" she says.

"Ok, now, take a snap and send it to me, and I'll take one and send it to you." she says.

I take the photo and type "Hi Sam."  and send it. 

"Okay so now...when you have a snap waiting...it shows here" she says pointing to the screen and tapping it, and then tapping on her name. I smile when her face comes up, and shes got white bear ears, with red hearts all around her,  with her tongue sticking out, and her eyes are super big, like a doll. 

"And now I'll check mine!" she says. 

"Sam" she groans a second later, and turns her phone to me and I smile. 

"What?" I say.

"You sent me a picture of the lecture seats, and said "Hi Sam" " she says. 

"Yeah, I took the picture" I say. 

She rolls her eyes. 

"Send me a picture of YOU." she says. 

I laugh. "Maybe later." 

She raises a brow. "Like, when you're at home alone in the bathroom?" she asks and I look at her. 

She grins. "It's a popular spot to take selfies. With....or...without you clothes on." she shrugs. 

My eyes widen and then they narrow. 

"Mrs. Goldman...are you asking me to send you a nude photograph?" I ask. 

"I would if I thought you'd actually send me one." she says and places her phone down. 

"Have you ever sent one to someone?" I ask curiously. 

"Yes." she says standing up and smirks. 

"Oh." I say and she laughs and grabs her phone. 

"I'm going to get a coffee, would you like some?" she asks. 

I lift my eyes. "Some coffee...or....?" I ask suggestively. 

It's her turn to lift her brows. 

"Did you just make a sexual innuendo Mr.  Crosby?" she smiles. 

I laugh and shrug. 

"You know damn well you can have coffee or whatever else you may like Patrick Crosby." she says my full name with a lick of her lips and a wink and then turns and leaves the class to get her coffee, and I sit there, staring at my dick. Still. Fucking. Hard.