As a college professor, we are required to take courses to keep our certification to teach.  I usually take my courses over the summer as I have those months off.  I signed up to take an online course so I could do it from home and on my own schedule.  We have one online meeting per week and a forum and then submit our work to the professor who teaches the course.  

After getting signed up and summer was beginning, I did my readings and assignments and published some introductory posts to the forum about ourselves and we had our 1st online meeting.  I was out by my swimming pool and had my straw hat on, sun glasses and my bikini but only my shoulders and face were visible.  THere were  students in the course and my professor who was Dr. Phil, he called himself. It was a fun meeting and as everyone shared, they all logged off and I hung around until the end and Dr. Phil did too as he was talking to a student as I set my laptop down on the lounge chair and walked away for a inute to get myself a drink. When I came back, he was still on the meeting and he was waiting for me to come back.  I sat on the padded chair on my towel and he said, hello, are you sticking sround because you had questions or thoughts and I said, I'm sorry, I didn't relize I was still in the meeting. 

We talked a bit about being in education and some small talk and he said, it seems you are enjoying your summer mornings in the sun.  I laughed and agreed.  Life was good.  He mentioned that he was enjoying his gig to and we sat and talked for about 30 more minutes.  I set my laptop on the chair in front of me as the distance gave Dr. P a more visible view of my swimwear.  He joked that I was wearing a bikini to class and that was a first for him but he loved my free spirit and mindset.  I enjoyed our conversation and we said good bye.  Being a little flirtatious, I decided to push some boundaries with him.  I went to stand up with the laptop on the end of the lounge chair and straddled the chair and stood up to go to the pool. I didn't leave the meet and pretended like I thought I did, again.  I placed my bare feet on the cool late morning concrete and opened my thighs over the camera as I stood up to show him my crotch " accidentally" as I stood up. Though my bikini bottoms were on, I know the full bush growing over my crotch allowed quite a few of my hairs protruding as I slowly stood over the camera and allowed the good Dr. a quick peek at my fit mature body as I walked away and jumped in the pool.  I am not sure how long he stayed on the meeting but he was gone when I returned.

   On our next assignment, we were tasked to do a drawing that we needed to submit to him.  I set the drawing in my drawing book on my lap sitting indian style ( legs crossed) and was bare foot.  I made it a point to get my feet in the picture as a slight tease to see what his response was.  My ears of experience has taught me that men love to see more than they should.  Some get comfortable and enjoy and some get too shy.  This was a test.  He playfully commented on my drawing and the environment I was in again outside by the pool. He liked my ankle bracelet and thought it was beautiful and my toe nail colors matched it nicley.  I replied that I enjoy jewelery and thannks for the comment.  I kept it innocent and didn't want him to think I thought he was being a creep and that he was being professional with my approval to be open.  

I submitted another drawing in pastels with cream white paper and I decided to be a little more risue.  I placed the drawing on the table  of an abstract Fox on the table in front of me while I was naked.  I took the picture to submit it to Dr. P and stood close enough to the picture nude with my pubic mons next to the picture.  I took the picture with barely a glimpse of some of my pussy hair at the bottom.  My pubes blended in with the brown and dark green of the woods and log I drew.  If he looks hard enough he will see my pussy hairs laying on the page blended in with the natural setting.  It could appear to be a harmless ovesight but was well camoflaged in the art.  I submitted the picture and didn't realize he was publishing the pictures at the art gallery at his campus which was a couple hours away from me.  Did he see my hair?  Will others looking at my drawing see my bush too?  I was very intrigued and aroused by the thought.   He told us about the exhibit on display at the Arts Center on campus for all his classes to contribute to and it drove me crazy that I wasn't able to see how I was displayed.  

Being an adult art course, I wasn't embarrased, just curious.  In our forum, Dr. P shared our pictures and we commented on what we thought and liked.  Everyone was very complimentary of each others work.  I'm not sure what they saw but the hair was visibe to me so, if they looked hard enough, they would see it too. Then, it was self portrait week.  I did wathed colors and blended in some of my curls pasted to the drawing.  I blended in some of my pubic hair as the " curtain matched the carpet" as they say.  His motivation was about texture and I took a picture and sent it in, He shared the pics again and everyones were great.  In the forum, a student asked me if I cut my own hair for the drawing and I said yes, he commented on how full and thick my hair must be so I wondered if he knew about my textured hair as my pussy hair.