Oh, Jonathan, you naughty boy, setting your sights on Mrs. Evelyn Thompson. I can already feel the steam rising from this encounter. Let's dive into the story, shall we?

***

In the hushed and dimly lit confines of Mrs. Evelyn's private office at Promiscutonic University Mrs. Evelyn reclines on a velvet sofa, her body radiating with the aftermath of pleasure. She reclines against the plush velvet, the soft fabric caressing her skin. Apart from legs in stockings of textured black nylon. Mrs. Evelyn gazes at Jonathan with a smile full of contentment. The room is adorned with bookshelves, filled with academic tomes and hidden treasures. The scent of sex and old parchment mingles with the faint aroma of Mrs. Evelyn's favorite jasmine perfume.

Jonathan, still catching his breath, takes a seat beside Mrs. Evelyn, sinking into the cushioned embrace of the luxurious sofa. His fingers trace the intricate patterns of the velvet fabric, relishing in its softness. The cushions envelop him, offering comfort and support as he leans back, his eyes locked on Mrs. Evelyn's radiant beauty.

"You know, Jonathan, you should tell me more about the time you spend on Reddit," Mrs. Evelyn purrs, tracing her finger lightly along his chest.

Jonathan laughs, intrigued and amused by Mrs. Evelyn's interest. "Well, Mrs. Evelyn, I must admit that Reddit has been a treasure trove of interesting discoveries for me," he says. "One day, while browsing through various forums, I came across a subreddit dedicated to erotic literature and storytelling. It was eye-opening to see the immense creativity and passion within that community."

Mrs. Evelyn chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling with delight. "Ah, the power of words and imagination," she muses, her fingers idly playing with Jonathan's hair. "I, too, have had my fair share of Reddit adventures. You see, there's a subreddit where people share their wildest fantasies and experiences. It's a fascinating glimpse into the depths of human desire."

"Tell me more, Mrs. Evelyn," Jonathan implores with a hint of excitement in his voice. "What kind of stories have you encountered? Have you ever contributed to the subreddit yourself?"

Mrs. Evelyn's smile widens, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, Jonathan, the stories I've come across range from the sensual to the downright naughty," she whispers, her voice laced with a hint of excitement. "As for contributing, well, let's just say I've shared a few tales of my own. It's a liberating experience, to express oneself in such a way and connect with others who share similar desires."

"Perhaps we should post our experiences in the lecture hall?" Jonathan suggests. A devilish smile on his face.

"They're worth sharing, are they not?" Mrs. Evelyn gives him a kiss on cheek.

***

WHAT HAPPENED IN THE LECTURE HALL

As the English Literature lecture drew to a close, Jonathan couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. He had a plan, a daring move that could potentially change everything.

As the last students filed out of the room, Jonathan took a deep breath and approached Mrs. Evelyn. He had contemplated the risks and rewards of his bold move; now is the "now or never" moment. He knows that Mrs. Evelyn's reaction could range from surprise to discomfort, and he must be prepared for any outcome. But the allure of exploring a deeper connection with her, of experiencing the forbidden pleasures that lie beyond the lecture hall's walls, is too enticing to resist.

"Mrs. Evelyn, I must say, your lectures are always so thought-provoking. I can't help but feel inspired to explore the complexities of human relationships, especially when it comes to societal norms and expectations," his voice is filled with a mixture of nervousness and desire. He hopes that his words will convey at least an admiration.

Mrs. Evelyn: "Ah, yes, the constraints of society can be quite stifling. But literature offers us a way to challenge those norms, to explore the human experience in all its complexity. What did you think of the scene in 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' where Basil Hallward and Lord Henry Wotton discuss the nature of beauty and morality?"

Jonathan: "I found it fascinating, Mrs. Evelyn. The way Wilde uses their dialogue to highlight the tension between individual desire and societal expectations is truly masterful. It made me think about the ways in which we can use literature to explore and challenge these norms in our own lives."

Mrs. Evelyn: "Exactly! Literature has the power to spark conversations, to challenge our beliefs and values. It's a tool for self-discovery, and it's up to us to use it to shape our own relationships and experiences. Speaking of which, have you read 'The Handmaiden' by Sarah Waters? It's a brilliant exploration of the complexities of sexuality and desire, and the ways in which societal norms can constrain us."

Jonathan: "I haven't, Mrs. Evelyn, but I'll definitely add it to my reading list. I'm intrigued by the way literature can be used to explore themes of sexuality and desire, especially in the context of societal expectations. It's a topic that's often considered taboo, but it's essential to understanding the human experience."

Mrs. Evelyn looks at him for a moment without saying anything as if she was trying to read something in his eyes. Jonathan almost feels like his intentions had been laid bare already. Then she responds, "Indeed it is, Jonathan. And that's precisely why literature is so important. It allows us to confront these taboo topics, to examine them in a safe and thought-provoking way."

As their discussion had reached this point, Jonathan thought the time was right. With a nervous smile, he pulled out his phone and showed Mrs. Evelyn a certain photo he had discovered on subreddit called Oldbeauty.

Heart pounding, Jonathan contemplates his next move. He recognizes the audacity of his plan, fully aware that the boundaries between admiration and intrusion would be blurred. But the flicker of excitement in his eyes cannot be extinguished. It was a daring move, but he hoped it would lead to something more. "I couldn't help but notice your elegance and grace. Your beauty radiates a timeless allure," is what Mrs. Evelyn Thompson hears him say at that point.

Her expression changes from surprise to amusement. She chuckles and shakes her head. "Young man, flattery will get you everywhere," she responds, her laughter filling the air; a melodic sound that belies her years. Her laugh carries a hint of mischief with it. "So you've discovered my little secret," she teases, her eyes twinkling with a newfound connection. Jonathan can't help but notice how everything about Mrs. Evelyn comes with a sense of warmth. She indeed possesses a personality full of admirable camaraderie.

"But tell me, young man," she continues, her eyes full of sparkle Jonathan hadn't seen before, "what is it that draws you to a woman of my vintage?"

It is obvious the whole affair amuses her greatly.

Jonathan feels his cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and honesty; he thus discovers he hadn't been fully prepared for this encounter. But a risk is a risk, he took it; he should see it through. "It's the wisdom that emanates from your eyes. And I must admit, I'm captivated by the way you command attention, Mrs. Evelyn. Your presence is magnetic, and I can't help but be drawn to it."

A knowing smile spreads across Mrs. Evelyn's face as she reaches out to gently touch Jonathan's cheek, the warmth emanating from her still being as incredible as ever. "You have a bold spirit, my dear. Perhaps we can explore the boundaries of desire together. But tell me, what makes you think you can handle a woman like me?"

"Your grace and refinement are truly alluring, Mrs. Evelyn. I can see it during your lectures, and I saw it in your photos. I imagine that you're a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to pursue it. I believe I could be the one to help you fulfill your desires."

"Oh you think you could fulfill my desires, do you?" Mrs. Evelyn responds with a farcical exaggerated expression of wonder in her face. It makes Jonathan chuckle, "you are enjoying this, are you not, Mrs. Evelyn..." At that moment a kiss happens. Jonathan can barely believe how quick Mrs. Evelyn is when she leans in and kisses him on lips. She then watches his reaction with a mischievous smile.

For a moment he is confused, and it's obvious, but in the next instant he takes a fraction of a step forward to get even closer to Mrs. Evelyn, putting his right hand on her waist and leaning in to kiss her. But as he does so, she takes a small step back, putting finger to his lips, not letting him move further, "uh, Jonathan dear, not so fast. I am going to put you to a test. I need to see if you can pass it."

He can see determination in her eyes; this doesn't seem to be negotiable.

"You mean right now? Are we getting back to literature?" It doesn't seem to make much sense to him in the current situation.

"This is not about literature anymore," Mrs. Evelyn replies, her eyes locked on his. Her smile is barely there anymore, she is serious. So much so he is getting nervous. "It's going to be a test of your ability to handle the intricacies of intimacy. Are you ready to prove yourself?"

"Right now?" he asks, his voice tinged with both excitement and nervousness. "We are in a lecture hall, Mrs. Evelyn."

"Is it not your fantasy? To have an older woman you desire here? You must have fantasized about it," Jonathan can see Mrs. Evelyn's genuine interest, curiosity in her look, but he is not sure about the reasons she is asking these questions.

"Are you sure you want to know, Mrs. Evelyn? I don't know if I should trust you like that," he suddenly realizes this is all not going the way he would've hoped it would.

"See, exploring boundaries requires trust, Jonathan." Suddenly it's that same Mrs. Evelyn Thompson he had always seen in lectures; scholar, professor, not the woman from photos on Reddit. "What do you think it would take for someone in my position to have an affair with someone like you?"

"I appreciate you'd have a lot to consider before shaking sheets with someone like me, Mrs. Evelyn. I'm not sure what this is, a lecture, a lesson? I didn't mean to complicate your life by approaching you like that. I apologize, I've made a mistake, lesson learned." There's a genuine regret and disappointment in his voice as he looks like he isn't sure if he should leave now or continue the conversation, which clearly isn't going well.

"Jonathan!" Mrs. Evelyn is looking at him intently while taking a step towards him, her voice laced with a mix of authority and sensuality, "if you're truly interested in exploring desire and intimacy with me, I need to assess your fitness for the purpose." Her words hung in the air, charged with anticipation as much as uncertainty. "I am a woman of experience. I know what I need, and why."

He knows if he walks out now, the fantasy will always stay just that - a fantasy.

"Okay. You didn't want a kiss, so how do you want me to go about it?" he is genuinely curious. This question had been on the back of his mind the whole time since she stopped him earlier on.

Mrs. Evelyn can see she's ignited the fire in him and it still hadn't been extinguished. She likes it. It's perfect.

"So are you ready to surrender the control and leave it to me, Jonathan darling?" She asks in a sensual tone which Jonathan isn't sure he's heard before from her.

Jonathan's eyes are fixed on Mrs. Evelyn. He feels mesmerized. "Yes, Mrs. Evelyn. I am ready," he hears himself say confidently.

Mrs. Evelyn is leaning against him already, her hands are holding his by the wrists, he can feel her large breasts against his ribcage. Her eyes are holding his stare, a mischievous smile is seen in her face again. "You will not touch me unless I say otherwise. You will not move unless I say so. You will obey at all times while we are here. Do you agree with these terms?"

"Sure. What am I, a toy?" He tries to come up with an idea to show he might know a thing or two about roleplay as it seems this is all heading in that direction.

"Oh, Jonathan, you will be a sexual toy until you prove you can be anything else to me. You will be living your fantasy and I will be enjoying myself so long as you respect my terms. Do you consent?"

Jonathan can see Mrs. Evelyn means it, she is dead serious now.

"I consent, Mrs. Evelyn," he replies with the same kind of seriousness in his voice.

"Very well," Mrs. Evelyn says as she turns around and walks towards her seat at the table next to the big screen at the front of the lecture hall. "Take off your shirt," she orders as she approaches the seat and sits down to look at him.

Jonathan is looking at her as he unbuttons the shirt.

"What if someone walks in?" He asks.

"I would complain you are putting me into very uncomfortable position, and I wouldn't know why you're doing what you are doing. You would have to explain yourself," Mrs. Evelyn smiles her best smile as she answers.

Jonathan is stunned by how easy she seems to be about everything at this moment. "Perhaps we should lock the door?" He suggests as he removes the shirt.

Mrs. Evelyn picks up the keys from the table, "here, come and take them, lock the door, if you want. I hope I can trust you behind locked doors?" She smiles, looks him in the eyes as he approaches her and takes the keys. "I promise I intend no harm, Mrs. Evelyn," he says with an affiliative smile. "You better be a good boy if you want that what you're after." There's a sultry and mischievous tone in her voice and Jonathan feels a renewed surge of desire as he approaches the door of the lecture hall and locks it.