A Little Office Heatwave

I’ve always thought my classroom antics were tame until I let loose at a faculty meeting. Engaged to my colleague for years now, we’ve kept it strictly professional. But last week, after a particularly heated debate on teaching methods, I felt the familiar tug and zing between us that’s never far from my mind. While he wasn’t looking, I casually unbuttoned one more button than needed on my blazer, letting him catch glimpses of my cleavage as I leaned over to jot notes. He caught on quicker than I expected, his eyes darting to the bulge in his pants as his hand slipped under the table to rest against my thigh. We didn’t go any further there but oh boy did we set a fiery mood for our evening plans.