It was lunch break at school and she was so over that. It should definitely be illegal to have to be at school once you turn 18. She knew what she wanted to do with life, she had skills and had made plans, but until the summer she was stuck. Luckily, she knew how to make the most of her breaks at the very least.
She went to her spot on the field, not completely out of sight - it was a school after all, nowhere was completely out of sight - but no one tended to bother her here. The sun was warm and she laid herself back into the grass to slip into fantasyland. Here she could roam free. Here she could be who she wanted. And she was happy to make the most of it. As her mind wandered, she dragged her hand over her tights (fishnets, of course - if you're going to be forced into a school uniform, at least do it properly) and dipped her fingers in her knickers. If someone did come over, and they never did, no one could see precisely what she was doing. Her skirt covered most of it. As she began stroking her clit, she reevaluated her stance - lunch break was starting to have its upsides.
Her body hummed with the familiarity. She was well practised. Running her finger along her slit, she opened herself up, enjoying the sensation of being touched in such an intimate place. She casually let her hand wander up and down, touching, but not staying in one place, teasing herself as her mind ventured through the sexy scenarios in her head. What would she choose today? A memory of one of her sexual encounters so far? Or one she hoped to have in the future? She smiled to herself as her fingers settled back on her clit, rubbing small patient circles in time with her fantasy. Her body started to relax, her breathing started to get shallower and she continued relentless in her ministrations.
Speeding up, slowing down a little, speeding up again. She could feel her wetness dripping throughout her. She was going to have a reminder of this little fantasy all afternoon as she sat in her wet knickers. Now she was starting to ache. Her clit was throbbing and her hips were rising off of the grass in time with her strokes. She bit her lip preparing for the incoming sense of satisfaction after her body was so tight with need. So close. With a shudder, she let the sensations wash over her body, felt her breasts pushing against her school shirt and her bare ass writhe against her skirt and the grass. Ok, so maybe lunch breaks weren't all bad.
Just as she finished with her hand still in her knickers sliding through her wetness as her breathing returned to normal, she realised her teacher was coming in her direction. In no rush to straighten her clothes, she reluctantly withdrew her hand from her knickers and sat up. It was 10 minutes until she had to return to class anyway, so she had better gather her things and start making her way there. Letting her skirt return to its normal position just above her knees, she realised her teacher was still coming in her direction - what was that all about? She wasn't even late yet. Figuring she wouldn't make it easy for him, she sat back down and waited. If he wanted to walk to the furthest point of the field to tell her she needed to get back to class, she'd let him. Then he could just go and walk all the way back again.
He reached where she was and surprised her. Instead of sending her back to class, he suggested she walked with him around the school field. Not sure why he would want that, but seeing no reason to object, she agreed. They began talking about the day so far, the weather and other bits of awkward smalltalk that happen when you try to talk to a teacher and have no real need to do so. It was after a few minutes of this, that he got to the point.
