The Teacher - Sex Stories

The Teacher

... together and tensed up until the over-the-top reflex action gave way. My school bag was at my feet and if had a few clothes in there as well as my school books and pencil case. I’d brought a pair of my normal trousers, some spare panties and a sweater in case something happened and I needed to look respectable in a hurry, it also contained the pair of white knee socks I’d tried on that morning. I leant down and unzipped my bag and dried my hand on the sweater, I know it wasn’t very ‘lady like’ but it was the best I could do. In recent masturbation sessions I’d actually started tasting myself, again it was something I’d seen on the internet where a girl is finger fucked by another girl and then she licks her partner’s fingers afterwards. It seemed a bit ‘icky’ at the time but I was curious so I figured what the hell? It wasn’t the taste that got me more turned on though; it was the thought of where the juice had come from. Anyway, as I couldn’t exactly lick my hand clean here I did the next best thing and dried it off. It was while I was leaning down that I noticed my breasts, I’d left a couple of buttons open because of how warm it was but now, after my little ‘episode’ my nipples were straining against the thin shirt and poking through, not only that but at some point during my fantasy I must have touched my breasts or pulled on my shirt because now they were almost spilling out of the top of my shirt! It was a lot more cleavage than I was comfortable showing in public, so ...

... I quickly tucked them back into the shirt and buttoned it up to the top while slightly wishing I’d worn that bra after all. Now all I needed to do was remove my wet underwear and put on the spare panties that were in my bag, I couldn’t risk walking to the bathroom like this so it had to be done there and then. I pulled the sweater out and slyly used the sleeve on my thighs, then, after a quick scan of my surroundings I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled, slightly raising my buttocks off the seat, I did it quickly and wrapped them up in the sweater after I’d used the other sleeve to wipe myself. I was doing really well, I put the sweater in my bag and started clawing around inside to retrieve my spares. That’s when the bell rang and everyone stood up. Fuck. “Are you coming Amy?” Kylie asked just as I was about to pull them out. “Uh, yeah I’m coming,” Despite my predicament I couldn’t help smiling at the irony of that statement. Now that she was looking at me I couldn’t pull them out and put them on so instead I shoved them back in and zipped up my bag. I stood up and smoothed my skirt down; I’d have to find a moment during the next hour to get changed anyway because after that it would be time for the final reckoning, so to speak. That opportunity never came because the next class was in an open room with no tables so there was no way I could discreetly pull my replacement panties on. To make matters worse we were all sat in a semi-circle with me on ...