Everything about him commanded anyone’s attention.  Male or female, it didn’t matter.  The man’s stature, his confidence, his voice, anyone in the vicinity would be hard-pressed to ignore him.  And ignore him Lana wouldn’t.  Couldn’t.<br/><br/>Her eyes drank him in as if he was the last sight they would ever see before going blind.  Her heart pounded in her chest as he continued in her direction.  Her breathing returned, but it was raspy at best.   She maintained eye contact with him, and would continue to do so for eternity if he asked.  When he reached her desk, she swore the heat of him radiated towards her, causing her to flush.  His obvious appreciation of her outfit made her wet.  Deliciously wet.<br/><br/>They’d had this flirtation going on since the start of her night classes.  It was just recently Lana decided to go a bit further, changing how she dressed, her make-up, her hair.  Typically kept up in a tight bun, when coming to class, she would now leave it hang loose, wavy and full, almost begging for any man to put their hands into it.  Even the lingerie she now wore gained more thought from her, making sure to have everything match, with an abundance of lace.<br/><br/>Lana didn’t know how far she’d go, but the fact she paid attention to her undergarments really said it all.  She’d had enough of vanilla, she wanted more.  Needed more.  When a stare, alone, from a man could make her wet, it was time to take notice, and take action if opportunity presents itself.<br/><br/>She sat back, listening as he read, her panties growing ever wetter by the second, her nipples clearly visible through her blouse.<br/><br/>Lana hoped he noticed.<br/><br/><br/>