Attraction to my physics professor

Today at university, I sensed something different in the air. As soon as I entered the classroom, our eyes met, but my professor's gaze was... different. That subtle pause when his eyes lingered on me, just as I crossed my legs, sent a tingle down my spine. I pretended to be distracted by my notes, but inside, my mind was already playing with scenarios that I would never have dared to confess out loud.

During class, every explanation he gave seemed to be directed only at me. His deep, confident voice echoed in my chest and made me lose focus on what I was writing. When he asked me a question, he leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to read something beyond the answer on my face. And I, smiling mischievously, returned a look that said much more than my words could express.

And at the end of class... something unexpected happened. He asked me to stay a few minutes longer. His tone was formal, but his eyes told a different story. I calmly closed my notebook, trying to control the smile that threatened to give me away, and slowly got up. He approached me, perhaps closer than he should have, but I accepted it. I imagine he was testing me. I smelled his cologne, very masculine, just the scent I imagined him to have.

He told me he was worried about me because he had noticed I had been a little distracted lately. I told him it was because of work and promised him I would concentrate more from now on. Then I dropped a notebook, or maybe I threw it on purpose. We both bent down to pick it up, he accidentally took my hand and our emotions skyrocketed. He blushed, and that's when I knew he liked me. He apologized, I smiled, got up, and left.

In the afternoon, I went to work, but I couldn't stop thinking about him, what a student-teacher relationship would be like, how far it could go. I left work, got home, and got in the shower. I thought about the moment when our hands touched, and I began to imagine, to fantasize about him taking me to his cubicle, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me toward him to kiss me passionately. Then, little by little, he would unbutton my blouse, take it off, and grab my breasts. As I imagined this, I began to pleasure myself, touching my breasts with both hands, squeezing them, then moving one of my hands down to rub my clitoris, while I imagined him kissing me, my neck and my mouth, then turning me over and pulling down my panties and penetrating me deliciously, thrusting until I came... I masturbated deliciously while the hot water fell on me.

I finished my shower and went to bed to sleep deeply.