College Student Downblouse Boobs

The professor was so insistent – he kept telling me to check the book. He would point to certain pages and insist that I read them to him. Again and again. He was driving me nuts. It felt like it was going on forever, and was so frustrating.

It wasn’t until later that I started wondering if he was looking down my shirt.

Maybe it was all a farce?

The library was quiet as always, but even more importantly it was sparsely attended. Not many people around to watch him be a perv, if that was what he was doing.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

On the one hand, I was proud of my body. My boobs have unlocked a lot of doors for me over the years. I’m not going to lie, I capitalize on my looks.

And yes, to be honest, I had worn an outfit that was fairly revealing to the meet-up with the professor. He was mildly attractive, in a nerdy, bookish sort of way. I have occasionally fantasized about him. What would he be like in bed? Was he starved for attention? Did his wife ever give him any? What would he do with me, to me?

I had worn a tight blue skirt with a button-up dress shirt. I debated for a few minutes before pulling off my bra in the car in the parking lot. First of all, my tits are too big to walk around all the time with no bra. They jiggle and bounce uncomfortably, and would probably give me a black eye. Second of all, I wanted to catch the professor’s eye, and knew unfettering my giant jugs would do the trick.

I even unbuttoned my shirt four or five buttons!

But as I started doing research in the library, and as the professor started frustrating me more and more, I more or less forgot about being provocative or flirting.

But I don’t think he forgot. I think he had me bent over the desk reading out of that book so he could look down my shirt, that dirty old man.