For once I found myself at the detention room with plenty of time to spare, after the events of last time I simply couldn't wait. As I reached the door I took a big calming breath and adjusted the semi erection in my trousers before heading inside. There, at her desk, sat the gorgeous Miss Walker. She probably wasn't beautiful in the classic sense, but she had an aura about her which, at least to my 18 year old mind, made her the sexiest woman in the world. I smiled shyly at my teacher as I entered the classroom, much to my dismay Miss Walker only looked up from her papers to give me the briefest of disdainful glances. I slumped into my seat visibly disappointed, this wasn't how I'd imagined our next meeting during my nightly wank sessions. Miss Walker was supposed to greet me with a lust filled grin and that wild look of desire in her eyes, before immediately locking the door, ripping of my clothes and having her wicked way with me. But no, here I was staring up at her desk with my puppy dog eyes being blatantly ignored. I decided that, since the activities I had hoped for were unlikely to happen, I should get some studying done.
After about 5 minutes of catching up on the economical factors of post-war Britain (4 of which were spent fantasising about Miss Walker's lovely legs), I was a touch surprised to hear the creak of the door being opened.
'Good afternoon Victoria,' Miss Walker almost purred to the entering student. 'Please take a seat, I'm sure you have some work to catch up on.'
Vicky had always been one of the most stunning girls in our school, her gorgeous red hair, full pouty lips and the early development of a rather ample pair of breasts had seen to that. Yet it wasn't until this moment as she strolled to her desk, hips swaying gracefully and giving me a nod in polite greeting, that I realised just how heart-breakingly exquisite she actually was. I couldn't take my eyes of her as she gently lowered her delectable arse into the seat diagonally in front of me. My cock began to stir as thoughts of her sitting down somewhere else flashed through my mind.
Reluctantly I returned my eyes to my book, I didn't want to be caught staring after all and my cock was ready to burst. I tried to engross myself into a chapter about welfare reforms, and was largely successful in doing so until a glimpse of colour caught my eye. Pink, to be exact, not a brash neon pink, but a delicate feminine pink. This pink was the colour of the knickers that had teased their way to just above the waistline of Vicky's formal yet snug trousers. My mind went into overdrive, it was always a turn on for me to catch a peek of a girl's underwear in class. I loved when they would each for something across the desk revealing their secrets and driving my cock crazy.
This time I simply couldn't not tear my eyes away from Vicky's young body. All I could do was take in the delightful roundness of her pert behind and imagining what she would look like in only her knickers was occupying all of my brain power. Why didn't they do exams on the subject of the female bottom? I would surely pass and the studying was so much more engaging. This fervent study of my classmate was further rewarded as she shuffled in her chair and more of her underwear was revealed as well as a small patch of flesh underneath. I must have let out an audible gasp as I realized that Vicky was wearing a rather skimpy G-string. Yet more fantasies whirled through my head, but were interrupted abruptly by a loud cough.
I snapped my head up, startled, only to catch they eye of Miss Walker who was giving me a knowing smirk. I felt the heat rising to my face as embarrassment washed over me. I buried my face back into my book, now wishing I could just go home.
"Victoria, you may leave now." Miss Walker said, breaking me from my reverie. Wordlessly Vicky rose from her chair and left the room, my eyes involuntarily following her all the way out the door. As soon as she has left my eyes focused back to my teacher, who was staring straight back at me with that now familiar smirk on her face. My cock stiffened further.
"Stand up," Miss Walker commanded. I had no choice but to obey, despite the painfully obvious erection in my trousers. As I stood up I could feel Miss Walker's eyes lower towards my groin. My face flushed. Her lecherous grin widened.
"Is that for me?" Miss Walker asked teasingly, " Or do you just like staring at young, little sluts, hmm?"
I couldn't answer, I could only feel my face burning brighter. Miss Walker let out a mocking giggle.
"Well since you like looking at little sluts, do you think that maybe you need to be treated like a little slut? I think that's only fair." I could only stammer out a feeble "Yes, Miss Walker" in reply.
