Teacher Assistant tease.
An actual life experience.
A few years ago, I was in graduate school at a university in Ontario. As part of the funding package, all grad students worked as Teaching Assistants for undergraduate courses. At the time, I was in my third year of a PhD program, and had worked as a TA for several years. I did not find the transition from undergrad to grad student all that difficult, but the change to being a TA, and quasi faculty, can be a bit difficult. I entered into a MA program right after finishing my undergrad, so when I started working as a TA, most of the students in the course I was assigned were two years younger (20, not 22). I never had any issues with students, and from the beginning always treated them professionally, and approached them as absolutely taboo. I never flirted with, or attempted to date any students.
Now, when I was in my third year of a PhD program, at a different university in Ontario, I was fully comfortable with working as a TA. I was older, and felt that there was more of an age gap between myself and the students than when I did my MA. My TA assignment for the third year of my PhD was a fourth year undergrad course taught by my supervisor. He was close to retirement, and a stern, authority figure. I respected him, but he could be difficult to work for, and I did not want to disappoint him. Early in the second semester, he informed me that he would have to miss one class about mid way through the term. I agreed to do a bit of teaching, and lead a class discussion on the assigned readings. A couple of weeks prior to the date, he informed the class, which I assumed meant some people would decide to skip that day. It was common for people to miss lectures anyway. The course had about 44 people enrolled, but often had a little more than 20 in attendance. This was likely because of the unusual scheduling for a fourth year course. The class took place Monday 8:30-9:30, and Wednesday 8:30 until 10:30, with a ten minute break around 9:30 so people could go to the washroom (Canadian)/bathroom (American) or get a coffee.
When the day arrived, I showed up to class expecting about 15 people. To my surprise, the number of students was typical, with the notable exception of one young woman who always sat in the middle of the room. The classroom, seated approximately 60, with three rows of about 20 seats on risers or plateaus. At the lowest level, in front of the first row, there was a long table used as a desk by most of the profs, at least those who didn't pace. As a result of the desk and positioning of the prof, the first two rows directly in front of the desk were always empty, with students congregated at the side. I had seated myself at the table/desk, and was disappointed that this young woman had not shown up. She always attended class, and was one of two women in the course that I found especially attractive. A lot of the women at this particular school looked and dressed the same, including a disproportionately high number of 'blonde' women (I have absolutely nothing against blondes, but a number of them had dyed their hair, and had the exact same cut...). In terms of clothing, when I say 'the same', I mean the same[. Just about any variations in clothing was unbelievably rare, and I am pretty sure 90% of women at this school had the same Ugg boots with ugly tassels. The women who failed to show was one of two in the course, the two I liked, that looked different. Her wardrobe varied from day to day, as well as from the school's norm, but she generally looked more like professional than a student. Just as I was about to begin, she came through the door, a bit hurried. I waited until she sat down, and started my mini-lecture. At the end of the hour, I announced that we would have the usual break, followed by a discussion of the readings. I was curious how many would return.
After the break, the number were the same, with the exception of my favourite who was atypically late for the first half of the class. This time, I had started for a few minutes before she appeared. I was a bit annoyed but did not say anything when she walked in. I was completing a quick, superficial summary of one of the readings before starting the discussion. At the end of the summary, I asked what I thought was a thought-provoking summary, and waited for a reply. I started to scan the crowd of mostly disinterested students, and when my eyes came across the beautiful young woman in the center of the room, something jumped out at me. She was wearing a knee length black skirt and blue blouse, and sitting with her legs crossed. When I looked directly at her, she slowly and sensually uncrossed her legs in a very deliberate fashion. While the rest of the students were doing their best not to make eye contact, or likely searching the net on a laptop, this young woman was doing her best impression of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. I would guess she was sitting about 15 feet away, and because she was in the back row on the top riser, the seat of her chair was in a perfect position. Her pussy was clean shaven, and glistening with wetness. She held her legs apart for what seemed like 5 minutes, but was likely thirty seconds. Fortunately for me, I don't think any of the students noticed because they were mostly trying to avoid being called upon, or surfing the net. I am sure I turned red, and likely a little sweaty, but this may have been interpreted as nervousness or frustration. I managed to spur on the discussion, and get through the next hour. This young woman though, was relentless, and would periodically flash me her beautiful pussy, while wearing a professional, serious expression. I did not get hard, but I could feel my balls aching, and inappropriate thoughts were jumping into my head during the discussion. Did she take her panties off in the washroom? Did she touch herself? Does she want me to make a move? I had to rule out the last one, as the university had very strict policies on employee/student interactions. Also, I had a fiancee, and I am pretty sure this woman knew that I was engaged. I figured she must be having some fun, and possibly living out a fantasy.
After class, my panty-less student filed out without approaching me. I was happy, and more than a little turned on. I stopped off at the library to drop a few items off, and then returned to the department. I picked up my mail from the departmental drop boxes, which consisted of three inter-university mail envelopes. Trying to get the incident out of my mind for the time being, a went to my shared office (grad students had to share offices, with four to one big office!), which was empty when I arrived. I opened the first envelop, and almost fell over when I looked inside. I was expecting an academic article left by one of my advisers, or a student paper, but instead some very sexy red lace panties fell out. I had a pretty good idea who they belonged to, and I instantly had the image of her shaven pussy in my head. Now I had her personal smell at my fingertips, and now, I was getting HARD. I knew I couldn't, but I can't tell you had badly I wanted to find her and fuck her. If I wasn't engaged, I may have made a mistake and gone looking for her. Instead, I took a few minutes to enjoy her panties, and took a few minutes more to get back to a state where I could leave the office without drawing really inappropriate attention. I had to throw out her panties, because my fiancee, who I am still married to, would not have appreciated that. She was working at home that day, and I had to leave earlier than I usually would have to go home and fuck her. HARD. TWICE. I didn't tell her about the experience, and I stopped short of asking her to put on a black skirt and go commando while I lectured her. She certainly would have figured that out.
The next week my supervisor was back, and the class seemed to go normally. I avoided making eye contact with my tease, and I imagine she knew exactly what I was doing, as I am often quite transparent. After a couple of weeks I thought everything was back to normal. The second last paper was coming due, and I had my office hours on Thursday afternoon. I had selected this time specifically because not a lot of people were around (there were very few Friday classes), so I figured any students who would come to see me were serious. With about 20 minutes to go, the tease appeared. Immediately the hair on the back of my neck stood up, and my balls started to ache. I noticed when she walked in she was wearing a trench coat, but also pants, so I figured I was ok, unless she talked about the incident. Before she sat down, she removed her trench coat, and I soon figured out her plan. It was a nice, warm early spring day, with a lot of sun, which shone through the window directly behind me and facing west. Besides her black dress pants, she was wearing a thin, transparent white blouse which clearly should have been combined with a camisole and/or bra, but was not. My guess is that she had put them in her backpack. As she down I gazed at her beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts and erect nipples. I realized that she had some papers in her hands, which were resting on her lap, and that she had asked me a question. I knew I had to be professional and answer, and I knew that this was part of the game. I did the best I could on both counts, while also taking in her beauty. I was happy that I was seated behind a desk, because this time I had a raging erection. I could see her glistening pussy again, I could smell it, and I REALLY WANTED TO TASTE IT AND BE INSIDE HER. To a lesser extent, I also really appreciated the game, and wondered how turned on she was by her actions? When I had answered her questions, she got up and left as if nothing had happened. I collected myself, and went home to have some rather inspired sex with my fiancee.
Although I saw the tease a couple of times more, in class, she graduated that year and after that I did not see her again. I often how she remembers this experience? How much did it turn her on? Was this the first time she flashed like this? Did it start a passion or ongoing practice? Personally, I have great memories of her, and the experiences she gave me. I have been with a fair number of women, including some one night stands and women who I dated for just a few weeks. Some I remember, but some I have forgotten. Despite the fact that I never even touched this women, I still have strong memories. I can still see her glistening pussy in the classroom. I can still smell her red lace panties, and I can still see her perfect breasts staring proudly across at me.
A few years ago, I was in graduate school at a university in Ontario. As part of the funding package, all grad students worked as Teaching Assistants for undergraduate courses. At the time, I was in my third year of a PhD program, and had worked as a TA for several years. I did not find the transition from undergrad to grad student all that difficult, but the change to being a TA, and quasi faculty, can be a bit difficult. I entered into a MA program right after finishing my undergrad, so when I started working as a TA, most of the students in the course I was assigned were two years younger (20, not 22). I never had any issues with students, and from the beginning always treated them professionally, and approached them as absolutely taboo. I never flirted with, or attempted to date any students.
Now, when I was in my third year of a PhD program, at a different university in Ontario, I was fully comfortable with working as a TA. I was older, and felt that there was more of an age gap between myself and the students than when I did my MA. My TA assignment for the third year of my PhD was a fourth year undergrad course taught by my supervisor. He was close to retirement, and a stern, authority figure. I respected him, but he could be difficult to work for, and I did not want to disappoint him. Early in the second semester, he informed me that he would have to miss one class about mid way through the term. I agreed to do a bit of teaching, and lead a class discussion on the assigned readings. A couple of weeks prior to the date, he informed the class, which I assumed meant some people would decide to skip that day. It was common for people to miss lectures anyway. The course had about 44 people enrolled, but often had a little more than 20 in attendance. This was likely because of the unusual scheduling for a fourth year course. The class took place Monday 8:30-9:30, and Wednesday 8:30 until 10:30, with a ten minute break around 9:30 so people could go to the washroom (Canadian)/bathroom (American) or get a coffee.
When the day arrived, I showed up to class expecting about 15 people. To my surprise, the number of students was typical, with the notable exception of one young woman who always sat in the middle of the room. The classroom, seated approximately 60, with three rows of about 20 seats on risers or plateaus. At the lowest level, in front of the first row, there was a long table used as a desk by most of the profs, at least those who didn't pace. As a result of the desk and positioning of the prof, the first two rows directly in front of the desk were always empty, with students congregated at the side. I had seated myself at the table/desk, and was disappointed that this young woman had not shown up. She always attended class, and was one of two women in the course that I found especially attractive. A lot of the women at this particular school looked and dressed the same, including a disproportionately high number of 'blonde' women (I have absolutely nothing against blondes, but a number of them had dyed their hair, and had the exact same cut...). In terms of clothing, when I say 'the same', I mean the same[. Just about any variations in clothing was unbelievably rare, and I am pretty sure 90% of women at this school had the same Ugg boots with ugly tassels. The women who failed to show was one of two in the course, the two I liked, that looked different. Her wardrobe varied from day to day, as well as from the school's norm, but she generally looked more like professional than a student. Just as I was about to begin, she came through the door, a bit hurried. I waited until she sat down, and started my mini-lecture. At the end of the hour, I announced that we would have the usual break, followed by a discussion of the readings. I was curious how many would return.
After the break, the number were the same, with the exception of my favourite who was atypically late for the first half of the class. This time, I had started for a few minutes before she appeared. I was a bit annoyed but did not say anything when she walked in. I was completing a quick, superficial summary of one of the readings before starting the discussion. At the end of the summary, I asked what I thought was a thought-provoking summary, and waited for a reply. I started to scan the crowd of mostly disinterested students, and when my eyes came across the beautiful young woman in the center of the room, something jumped out at me. She was wearing a knee length black skirt and blue blouse, and sitting with her legs crossed. When I looked directly at her, she slowly and sensually uncrossed her legs in a very deliberate fashion. While the rest of the students were doing their best not to make eye contact, or likely searching the net on a laptop, this young woman was doing her best impression of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. I would guess she was sitting about 15 feet away, and because she was in the back row on the top riser, the seat of her chair was in a perfect position. Her pussy was clean shaven, and glistening with wetness. She held her legs apart for what seemed like 5 minutes, but was likely thirty seconds. Fortunately for me, I don't think any of the students noticed because they were mostly trying to avoid being called upon, or surfing the net. I am sure I turned red, and likely a little sweaty, but this may have been interpreted as nervousness or frustration. I managed to spur on the discussion, and get through the next hour. This young woman though, was relentless, and would periodically flash me her beautiful pussy, while wearing a professional, serious expression. I did not get hard, but I could feel my balls aching, and inappropriate thoughts were jumping into my head during the discussion. Did she take her panties off in the washroom? Did she touch herself? Does she want me to make a move? I had to rule out the last one, as the university had very strict policies on employee/student interactions. Also, I had a fiancee, and I am pretty sure this woman knew that I was engaged. I figured she must be having some fun, and possibly living out a fantasy.
After class, my panty-less student filed out without approaching me. I was happy, and more than a little turned on. I stopped off at the library to drop a few items off, and then returned to the department. I picked up my mail from the departmental drop boxes, which consisted of three inter-university mail envelopes. Trying to get the incident out of my mind for the time being, a went to my shared office (grad students had to share offices, with four to one big office!), which was empty when I arrived. I opened the first envelop, and almost fell over when I looked inside. I was expecting an academic article left by one of my advisers, or a student paper, but instead some very sexy red lace panties fell out. I had a pretty good idea who they belonged to, and I instantly had the image of her shaven pussy in my head. Now I had her personal smell at my fingertips, and now, I was getting HARD. I knew I couldn't, but I can't tell you had badly I wanted to find her and fuck her. If I wasn't engaged, I may have made a mistake and gone looking for her. Instead, I took a few minutes to enjoy her panties, and took a few minutes more to get back to a state where I could leave the office without drawing really inappropriate attention. I had to throw out her panties, because my fiancee, who I am still married to, would not have appreciated that. She was working at home that day, and I had to leave earlier than I usually would have to go home and fuck her. HARD. TWICE. I didn't tell her about the experience, and I stopped short of asking her to put on a black skirt and go commando while I lectured her. She certainly would have figured that out.
The next week my supervisor was back, and the class seemed to go normally. I avoided making eye contact with my tease, and I imagine she knew exactly what I was doing, as I am often quite transparent. After a couple of weeks I thought everything was back to normal. The second last paper was coming due, and I had my office hours on Thursday afternoon. I had selected this time specifically because not a lot of people were around (there were very few Friday classes), so I figured any students who would come to see me were serious. With about 20 minutes to go, the tease appeared. Immediately the hair on the back of my neck stood up, and my balls started to ache. I noticed when she walked in she was wearing a trench coat, but also pants, so I figured I was ok, unless she talked about the incident. Before she sat down, she removed her trench coat, and I soon figured out her plan. It was a nice, warm early spring day, with a lot of sun, which shone through the window directly behind me and facing west. Besides her black dress pants, she was wearing a thin, transparent white blouse which clearly should have been combined with a camisole and/or bra, but was not. My guess is that she had put them in her backpack. As she down I gazed at her beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts and erect nipples. I realized that she had some papers in her hands, which were resting on her lap, and that she had asked me a question. I knew I had to be professional and answer, and I knew that this was part of the game. I did the best I could on both counts, while also taking in her beauty. I was happy that I was seated behind a desk, because this time I had a raging erection. I could see her glistening pussy again, I could smell it, and I REALLY WANTED TO TASTE IT AND BE INSIDE HER. To a lesser extent, I also really appreciated the game, and wondered how turned on she was by her actions? When I had answered her questions, she got up and left as if nothing had happened. I collected myself, and went home to have some rather inspired sex with my fiancee.
Although I saw the tease a couple of times more, in class, she graduated that year and after that I did not see her again. I often how she remembers this experience? How much did it turn her on? Was this the first time she flashed like this? Did it start a passion or ongoing practice? Personally, I have great memories of her, and the experiences she gave me. I have been with a fair number of women, including some one night stands and women who I dated for just a few weeks. Some I remember, but some I have forgotten. Despite the fact that I never even touched this women, I still have strong memories. I can still see her glistening pussy in the classroom. I can still smell her red lace panties, and I can still see her perfect breasts staring proudly across at me.
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