Seducing My Professor One Striptease At A Time

I love seduction and the art of an accidental tease.

Seducing my professor was one of the naughtiest and most ‘accidental’ games I ever played. The girls in my literature class all formed quick crushes on our new professor, and I was totally one of them. But I was sure he was drowning in pussy. After all, college girls are really easy when they know what they want, and when you’re the target of their affection. So I wanted to play the long game and spike his intrigue. I wanted to turn the tables and have him think it was all his idea.

So the games began slowly. Step one of seducing my professor started with an innocent-looking tease. I came into class early one day, wearing a little form-fitting white sweater that I delicately unbuttoned and slipped off my shoulders. I looked preoccupied, ignoring him as I flaunted my little red crop top and slender figure. All the while, I knew he couldn’t take his eyes off me. It reminded me a lot of when I teased my neighbor into jerking off in my panties. He’d grown so fucking horny for me that I caught him red-handed watching through the window. He’d have gone with any kinky roleplay idea I could spin up for him.

So I played the same games while seducing my professor.

That first time was “innocent” enough to make him check me out. The next time, seducing my professor was not so innocent. I made it look like I’d just gotten to class after a walk-of-shame. I wore a disheveled pair of sweatpants that showed my pink lacy thong as I walked past him. And the push-up bra in my tank top flaunted my perky titties, making them stand out even more, with another flash of pink lace. I acted sneaky and sat at the back of the room, so I could change out of my tank top while ‘no one was looking.’ It was in the middle of a slideshow presentation. The rest of the class was dark and focused on the screen, but I was backlit by one of the hallway doors. I knew his eyes followed me and that bright pink bra as I stripped my shirt off.

I let him spot me in these skimpy clothes and subtly undressing scenes all across campus. One day, I’d deliberately walk past his car in the lot as he was leaving. I flaunted a little plaid skirt. As I sat down in my car, I knew I’d sink low enough that he’d see a peek of my panties. Another time, I walked into class with a wet white t-shirt and blamed it on a pre-spring break water balloon prank… And for the grand finale of seducing my professor, I finally went to his office to ask about my grade. I wasn’t doing badly in his class at all; I’d lied about wanting to get a 4.0, so I needed to push my grade up a little higher.

When I had him alone in his office… All bets were off.

Especially because I’d worn the little plaid skirt he’d been staring at just weeks prior. I started by coming around the desk to act like I wanted to see something on his computer. And the closer I got, the hotter it became. I could tell he wanted me on his lap, and he could tell that I was flirting. So when his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me gently towards him, I let him guide me onto it. Seducing my professor had been a little game of laying down the kindling and waiting for a spark. And just like that, I could feel how hard he was as I leaned into him and smiled. “How long have you wanted to do that?” I asked… as if I hadn’t been setting him up at every fucking turn.

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