Rapide

She wore a simple, sleeveless white top made of a thin, almost sheer cotton that clung to her upper body. The neckline plunged in a deep V, revealing the smooth, generous swell of her breasts, which were barely contained, the outline of her nipples faintly visible against the fabric when she shifted. Below, she wore denim shorts so short that the frayed edges barely grazed the tops of her thighs, and when she sat, they rode up dangerously high, exposing the creamy skin of her upper legs. From the perspective of the podium, the professor would have an unobstructed, commanding view of her long, toned legs and the intimate shadow where her thighs met, barely concealed by the minimal fabric of her shorts. She sat with an air of composed confidence, one leg crossed over the other, a slight, knowing smile playing on her lips as she waited.