Next day, I reluctantly go to Mrs. ’s room. I worried that she will stare at my crotch again. As usual, I have a big hardon, this time from glimpsing Jenny’s panties when she bent over to fix her shoe.
I know it’s going to be embarrassing. I think she is deliberately trying to make me feel ashamed.
Entering her room, I recall her name is Annie and wonder what yesterday’s phone conversation was all about. It sounded kinda, well, odd.
Today Mrs. is wearing her usual white blouse with the top two buttons undone. Her navy skirt reaches her knees as she stands in front of the blackboard.
I clear my throat to let her know I’m here.
Turning, her eyes instantly go to my crotch and a broad smirk appears on her face. Today Mrs. is wearing her usual white blouse with the top two buttons undone. Her navy skirt reaches her knees as she stands in front of the blackboard.
“Aw, ,” she starts, “Have you been having trouble concentrating again?”
She props herself on her desk causing her skirt to hike up and expose several inches of smooth leg. As Mrs. leans forward, I once again catch a glimpse of her black bra restraining her mature cleavage. Somehow, between turning and sitting, a third button on her blouse has come undone.
“! What are you looking at?!”
The sharpness in her tone startles me and I redden deeply. “No…no…thing Ma’am,” I stammer.
Still smirking, she leans further forward as if to get a better look at me. Her legs seem to have parted a few inches revealing a glimpse of inner thigh. A boner is pressing hard against the front of my pants. I’m starting to shake from embarrassment.
Mrs. gets up and steps toward me. Very close. We are the same height so her eyes can look straight into mine. I try to look elsewhere.
She steps closer. I feel her blouse brush my shirt. I’m sure my rod pressing out from my pants is touching her skirt.
“Well I think you are leering at me .” She says, her lips inches from mine; such luscious lips.
I shouldn’t think that … she’s my teacher. She must be 20 years older than me!
“You need to be taught a lesson; a very special lesson.” Mrs. purrs as her body moves an inch closer.
Yes, that definitely is her skirt pushing against my horn. Her blouse is now so close I feel the outline of her bra through my shirt.
I stammer, “I…I…don’t know wh..what you mean, Mrs. .”
“You will,” she again purrs as I feel her hand running down my back.
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