I enter in the classroom dressed very casually today. I was running late so I didn’t take the care to shower or even put on my makeup. I threw on my long orange dress, looked in the mirror and thot, “it fits snug but it’ll do” and I headed out.
As I sit thru the lecture, my mind wonders. I watch the way she moves, the wrinkles on her aging face; I notice the tits sagging lower than the other professors and the panty line under her slacks. “Granny panties” I think to myself. I continue my eye exploration of her body. Yeah, she’s got a few years on her but she looks hot! She’s curvy in all the places I like. She’s got the round ass, big legs, nice tummy, and tits bigger than my own. (That’s always a plus!)
My eyes go back up to her face. A little more make up than I’d prefer. But I know Ric will like her. I think the two of us cld make her squirm. I wonder if she ever untucks her shirt? She’s so professional looking; I wonder if that’s just to hide the animal underneath!
My fantasizing is soon called to a halt wen Professor Rimmer calls my name. “Annie! Annie; do u have something u’d like to share with the rest of us?” Wen I look up, my face is red with embarrassment. “No, Miss Rimmer”, I murmur. “I’ll c u after class.”
I slink down in my seat, feeling like a little schoolgirl instead of a serious college student. Geeze! Why do I have to be such a naughty girl? Why must I always be thinking of sex?
Class drags on and on and I try to pay attn. I text Ric and tell him I’ll be running a bit late. Ric always comes to pick me up. He’s such a wonderful husband really. It’s not many men with his knock out looks that adore women of my size. But it’s my 500-pound body that drives him wild. We’ve been together for 5 yrs now and we never grow tired of each other. Lately we’ve discussed adding another woman to the mix, just for fun. Maybe Ms. Rimmer wld be interested?
Oops, there’s the bell and I am thinking of sex again! Shit, I don’t even know wat the lecture was about today. Remind me again: why am I paying to be here?
Professor Rimmer is very stern looking at me wen I waddle up to her after class. She demands to know where my head is. I decide I have nothing to lose at this point cos I am already failing this course so I tell her flat out, “Professor, I just find u simply stunning and I’d like to see wat’s under ur clothing.”
She jerked back a bit, taken totally off guard but quickly regained her composure and surprised me a bit by saying, “Wat do u have in mind?” I told her how Ric and I have a very strong sex drive and we’re looking to enhance it, be totally uninhibited with a 3rd person, a female older than me. She said, “alright; but only if I can be in control.” I did a little dance and song right there – “woo~hoo! A dominatrix! Woo~hoo!” We both burst out laughing at that point.
An arm slides around me from behind and it’s only then that I notice my husband has arrived to take his fatty home. “Ric”, I say, “meet Ms. Rimmer; our new friend.” “ ‘Ms. Rimmer’ is a bit formal”, Ric says but she quickly interjects and says, “I like it that way.” Ric and I exchange a knowing look and we smile.
