Part 1
I had just started my first job as a qualified teacher.
I chose your school after reading the inspectors report. It was described as achieving high academic standards, and the teaching staff shared a strong bond and enjoyed working at the school.
You were described as a Headmistress with good leadership qualities, well liked by the staff and running an efficient and well disciplined team.
When I attended for interview, I expected you to be an old and a bit dowdy. Most of the headmistresses I'd met during training had been real dragons!!
I was pleasantly surprised on meeting you. You were, I guessed, about 50, but looked much younger. You were dressed very smartly in a black suit, with a well fitting skirt outlining a sleek curvacious bottom. Although your jacket disguised it I could tell you had nicely proprtioned boobs.
I was nervous and keen to impress, so tried to draw my attention away from your figure. You were very pleasant, with a warm inviting smile, and I was very happy when you informed me that I would be given a position at your school.
On my first day at your school you invited me into your office for a brief introduction to the school.
You were dressed in a loose white blouse and a fairly short tight black skirt. Your long black hair was tied up in a bun. You looked very sexy, and I felt embarrassed about thinking about you like that. I tried to put on a professional manner.
You asked if I'd like a coffee. I said yes. You poured the coffee and leaned across the table to place the cup in front of me. As you did so the weight of your boobs pulled at the front of your blouse and I caught a glimpse of the frilly black bra you were wearing.
'How do you like it?' you asked.
I was a bit flustered at first, until I realised you meant with milk and sugar.
'Just milk.' I replied, and realised that my mouth was dry and my mouth hoarse.
You turned to get the milk, with your backside towards me. The skirt was stretched tightly over your buttocks and I could see the outline of your panties, and, to my surprise, a suspender belt.
I could feel myself getting a bit hot and aroused. You turned with the milk and walked around the desk to pour it into my cup.
You perched on the edge of the desk, in front of me. I felt a bit uneasy with you so close to me. I leant my head down to avoid looking at your chest.
'Let me tell you a bit about the school.' you said as you crossed your legs revealing the strap of your suspender belt. Your dress had risen up a bit and I could just see the frilly edge of your suspender belt.
You talked about the school, but I heard hardly anything you were saying. My eyes were fixed on your legs and as you moved on the desk I could see your skirt slowly creeping up your legs, revealing more thigh.
I could feel myself sinking further into the chair, trying to sneak a glimpse of your panties.
I suddenly realised you were asking me something.
'Is that all OK then?' you repeated.
'Yes' I said as I looked up. You had a smile on your face, and I couldn't tell whether you were just being friendly, or were amused at my discomfort.
I dropped my head again, just as you uncrossed your legs. It appeared to me to be in slow motion, as your legs parted and I saw the crotch of your frilly black panties. Did I imagine it or were they open? Had I just seen the pink lips poking through?
My face must have been bright red, and I realised I had an erection. You indicated for me to stand and shake your hand. You looked very calm and didn't seem to notice my blushing cheeks. I hoped you hadn't noticed my erection, but as I stood up it was held tightly in my pants and poked out horizontally. Even though it was small, I didn't think you could fail to notice it.
You gave no reaction to show that you had.
I hastily left your office, and hurried to the staff toilets, hoping nobody would see me. Once inside, I pulled my pants down, to let my erection out. It only took a few strokes until I shot a load of creamy white spunk into the basin.
I felt washed out as I rinsed the spunk away, my little balls were tight and aching. I calmed myself down before going out into the staff room. There were two teachers sitting down. They gave me a smile, as if they knew what I had been doing. I wondered if I had forgotten to zip up or if I had a damp patch. I couldn't check without giving it away. I turned towards the coffee machine and checked. Zip was up, no damp patch - I felt a relief.
As I made coffee, one of the teachers came up to me. He held out his hand to shake. 'Bill Briars' he said 'You're going to like it here.' I sensed, from the look in his eye, that he had an idea of what had happened.
My first week at school was hectic as I got used to the layout, the schedule and the pupils. All of the other teachers were very friendly and helpful. It almost seemed to good to be true.
I only saw you occasionally throughout the week and I hoped the embarrassment of my first day had been forgotten. The other teachers never mentioned you, which was unusual as every other school I had been in the teachers constantly moaned about the headteacher.
The only thing I found strange was at the end of the day, when all the teachers gathered in the staff room. They chatted but there seemed to be an air of expectancy about them, until some would become a little agitated and leave the room. The other teachers would then go home, with what appeared to be a feeling of anti-climax.
