The literature lecture hall was a welcome shift from the morning's mundane routine, the room filled with the faint scent of old books and chalk dust, sunlight filtering through high windows to cast long shadows across the desks. Students settled in with the usual college chatter—whispers about weekend plans echoing from the back row, where Jason leaned over to Fred, cracking a joke about the professor's punctuality. "Bet she's late because she's too busy looking hot in the mirror," Jason quipped, earning a snort from Fred, who retorted, "Or maybe she's grading your last paper—'F' for funny." The laughter rippled through a few seats, lightening the mood as a couple in the middle row exchanged flirty notes, their fingers brushing deliberately, the hot tension in the air subtle but palpable, like the way a girl's skirt rode up slightly when she crossed her legs, drawing a lingering glance from the guy beside her.
Gabriella nudged Sydney in the seat next to Alex, her voice low and teasing. "Alex was so sweet with those fries yesterday. Bet he's got a crush." Sydney blushed, her leg accidentally brushing Alex's under the desk, the contact sending a warm spark up her thigh, her mind flashing to the way his fingers had brushed her lips. "He's just being nice," she whispered back, but her eyes flicked to Alex, the steam simmering, her body warming at the memory. Alex smiled, leaning in, "What are you two plotting?" The filler conversation flowed—Gabriella sharing a funny story about a professor's bad tie in psych class, mimicking the knot with exaggerated gestures, drawing laughs from the group. "It looked like he tied it with his eyes closed!" she exclaimed, her sundress shifting as she waved her arms, exposing a bit more thigh, the hot tension thickening as a guy two rows back stole a glance, his cheeks flushing.
Professor Isabel entered, her presence instantly commanding the room, the click of her heels echoing like a siren's call. Her hot dress highlighted her curves, the black fabric clinging to her huge breasts, the neckline low enough to tease a deep valley of cleavage, her spectacles adding an erotic allure to her face, making her look like a forbidden fantasy. Her hips swayed with each step, her ass round and firm, drawing hushed whispers from the boys—"God, she's stacked," Jason muttered, Fred elbowing him, "Shut up, she'll hear." Isabel's smile was warm but knowing, as if she sensed the steam in the air, her gaze sweeping the room, lingering a fraction longer on Alex, her eyes appraising his confident posture.
She started the class, her voice smooth and engaging, discussing symbolism in modern novels, her gestures animated, her dress shifting to reveal more cleavage when she leaned over the podium. The filler included a comedy moment: a student's phone buzzing with a silly ringtone—"Baby Shark"—Isabel pausing with a raised eyebrow, "Next time, set it to symbolic silence, or it'll represent your grade dropping." The class erupted in laughter, breaking the tension, but the hot steam lingered—Isabel's leg crossing, her skirt riding up slightly, drawing a few covert glances, the air charged with unspoken desire.
She asked questions on the reading; silence fell, students shifting uncomfortably. No one answered until Alex spoke, analyzing a metaphor with insight, his voice steady and articulate. Isabel's eyes lit up, "Impressive, Alex. You're class representative now. Report to me from tomorrow for updates and any class issues." The bell rang, students dispersing with chatter about assignments—Jason complaining, "Rep duty? Sucks for him," Fred retorting, "Better than your grades, dude." Gabriella teased Alex, "Teacher's pet, huh? Bet she likes you." Sydney smiled, her leg brushing his again, the touch lingering, her eyes meeting his with a warmth that made his pulse quicken, the steam thickening as she leaned in, her breath warm, "Congrats, Alex. You deserve it."
Alex took the gamble, approaching Isabel as the room emptied. "Professor, your number for emergencies, like class changes or updates?" Isabel paused, her spectacles slipping slightly, finding him cute and smart, her cheeks tinting with a subtle blush. She handed it over, her finger brushing his, the contact sending a spark up his arm, her smile warm, "Sure, Alex. Don't hesitate to use it." The hot tension hung in the air, her gaze lingering, her dress shifting as she leaned, teasing a glimpse of cleavage, her perfume intoxicating.
The day ended with Alex heading home tired, the drive filled with filler thoughts—recalling the exercise period's comedy, like Fred's trip, and the hot steam from the girls' outfits. At home, the car was missing, Katheryn and Warren out, the house quiet save for the hum of the fridge. Upstairs, Taylor's door slightly open, Alex paused, curiosity piqued. He peeked through the crack, his breath catching at the sight—Taylor fresh from the bath, her naked body on display, her milky white skin glowing under the soft lamp light, post-delivery curves with fats in all the right places, her hips wide and inviting, her ass round and jiggly as she bent slightly to dry her legs. Her tits, full and heavy from nursing her kid daily, swayed with each movement, milk beading on her dark nipples, droplets trickling down her stomach, the sight so erotic it made Alex's cock harden instantly, his hand sliding into his pants, stroking slowly.
He moaned softly, "Ohhh... Taylor..." his eyes fixed on her body, imagining his hands on those curves, squeezing her tits, milk squirting as he sucked her nipples, her moans echoing in his mind. Taylor turned slightly, her breasts bouncing, her pussy shaved and pink, her thighs thick and smooth, the steam from her bath adding to the allure, her skin flushed and damp. Alex stroked faster, his cock throbbing, pre-cum leaking, his breaths ragged, "Fuck... so hot..." the gamble of peeking heightening the thrill, his body tensing as she reached for a towel, wrapping it around her, but not before he glimpsed her full front, her nipples hard, her ass jiggling as she moved. He pulled back, heart pounding, sneaking to the bathroom.
In the shower, the hot water cascaded over his naked body, steam filling the room, mirroring the heat in his mind. He gripped his cock, stroking slowly at first, imagining Syd's thighs in her tight outfit, Gab's ass bouncing, Isabel's cleavage, Ruby's chubby body, Kathryn's nipples. His moans low, "Ohhh... fuck..." he stroked faster, the water slicking his shaft, his hand pumping relentlessly, picturing titjobs from Taylor, thrusts into her pussy, her moans filling the room. "Taylor... ohhh... yes..." he groaned, his body shaking, until he came in hot spurts, a fountain of cum splashing the tiles, mixing with the water, his release intense, his breaths ragged, the steam enveloping him like a lover's embrace.
Dinner arrived, Katheryn back with Warren, in a green night outfit that clung to her curves, the fabric thin enough to show her hard nipples (no bra), her breasts swaying as she moved. Taylor in a mom outfit watched TV, her full figure relaxed. Katheryn served, bending close to Alex, her cleavage inches from his face, the scent of her perfume intoxicating, her smile warm as she noticed his stare, blushing but pretending not to, thinking she still had charm, the steam thick. "How was your day?" she asked, her voice breathy. They ate, chatting—Warren teasing about class rep, Taylor sharing a funny kid story, the filler light, but the tension lingered, Alex's eyes flicking to Kath's outfit, his cock twitching under the table, the day ending with the hot steam simmering in his mind.