The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... lied. I couldn’t tell her the truth of course. We linked arms and chatted as we walked to school for the last time, I can’t have been very good company because my mind was dead set on the day ahead and what might happen. I’d see Miss Sullivan in the morning for registration and again at 2pm for our final ‘round up’ with her. It was meant to be a sort of last minute advice session or something. Then, at 3pm, the final bell would go and we’d leave for the last time, that’s when I would make my move on her. We arrived in the classroom just before 9am and took our seats near the middle of the class, there were 3 rows of 5 tables and, looking forward from the teacher’s big desk, we were on the right hand side and three tables up, I sat on the outside of the table and Kylie sat on the side closest to the wall. The reason I’d chosen this position was so I’d get an unobstructed view of the teacher and, more importantly, from her position she could see above and below the table, this meant she’d easily see my legs and my shirt without having to move. I knew this because a few days ago I’d sat in her chair and looked around to see where I’d best be able to show off my cleavage and my legs at the same time. I’d put a lot of thought into this whole set up, I just hoped it would be enough. As I sat down I pulled the hem of my skirt up and stretched my legs out under the table. That’s when the door opened and Miss Charlene Sullivan breezed into the room. She’s around 5 feet and 11 ...

... inches tall although I guess about 3 inches of her height was down to her shoes which had pretty thick soles and heels. She was wearing a beautiful silky red shirt which showed off a bit of her chest but, of course, it wasn’t showing any of her cleavage. Her breasts seemed quite small in that shirt but, as I’d never seen them in the flesh, I couldn’t be totally sure on that. She also wore a long black skirt with a hemline that danced around her ankles as she walked; at first I was quite disappointed as I’d hoped to see her legs. She has the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen, I’d once seen her in a short gym skirt and I’d almost cum in my panties, I’d watched every move she’d made that day, every gust of wind or movement that even slightly raised the hemline was like a personal gift from God to me and it had made my pussy weep. It looked like today she’d gone conservative but then as she turned to face the class I saw that the skirt had quite a long slit up the right hand side, I got a brief flash of her exquisite thigh and my pussy immediately responded, please God let this be the day when everything goes right. I repeated the sordid prayer several times in my head as I watched her read out the names of each pupil, when it got to my name she turned to me and smiled that epic smile I loved so much. “Amy Cotter,” Miss Sullivan called just as she turned to me with that smile. “Here,” I responded. As I looked at her I noticed her eyes ever-so slightly look down, I was certain she’d ...