my professor has an incredible ass. more than this, she has the nicest pair of breasts. really. she's a fairly modest dresser, but today she's worn this shirt and high holy heavens am i ever grateful for my choice in seating.
i'm two rows from the front and a little to the left. from here, i am well-night face-to-face with the slightest curvature inside her [heaven sent!] loose collar.
she is very slight and has small breasts and therefore doesn't require any further protection other than one simple shirt.

i could die.

i am so close to catching a glimpse of the entire breast - so very close to those mouth-sized beauties - i could scream. but i won't. i already caught myself groan a little bit when she sat on her desk and i temporarily lost my perfect angle view.

and i say, "honey."
i say, "doll."
i say, "baby, i won't let you down."

i adorn myself with your skin, your hair, your body.
between you, you my cloak.
you my wardrobe.
you my teepee.

and i want.
and i wait.
for the bend.
for the bait.