It was my birthday. So far being eighteen was boring me to tears, possibly due to the hour long physics period I had just sat through. I was looking forward to jumping in my car, turning the music up and going home. It was Friday and although I had a lot of work I wasn't planning on doing any of it over the weekend. As I went over my weekend plans in my head I noticed that Miss Bell the temporary English teacher was walking about ten metres in front of me. What really caught my eye about her was her faux black leather, skin tight pants. I could make out the perfectly round shape of her luscious ass, seeing it move and crease her pants with each step she took. I slowed my walking pace so as not to overtake her and settled in for a bit of enjoyment on the way out of school. I was thinking of how beautiful her ass would look in just her panties when I realised I had failed to take the turn to the front gate and had subconsciously followed Miss Bell! Having left the stream of students heading out the gate I suddenly felt exposed, as it was only me and her walking down the strip of concrete between the hall and the English classrooms. Quickly trying to cover my stupid mistake and avoid an awkward situation I did the first thing that popped into my mind.
"Miss Bell!" I called out, she turned and smiled at me with her perfect teeth.
"Yes?" she replied silkily.
"I was just wondering if you could give me a bit of help with my English assignment? If you've got time of course.."
"Oh, uhm...sure, come into the classroom with me and I can definitely help," she said flashing me another killer smile.
Thankfully I actually was in the middle of an English assignment and I pulled up the document on my laptop and pretended to need help with developing my story further. I sat at the desk and Miss Bell leaned over my shoulder, reading off the screen. After a minute she complained that the glare was making it hard to read and she needed to shift over a bit, her slender body bent at the waist she sidled over a little causing her left breast to lightly brush my cheek. She was reasonably young by my guess, between 28 and 34. As she continued to read I managed to turn my head slightly and get a glimpse of her supple cleavage. Her soft breasts hung down in a slight pear shape from what I could see, and were of medium size, not overly large but definitely not too small. Her skin was slightly pale and flawless, only a few freckles on her unlined face. Realising I was probably staring I shifted my gaze back to the screen. After a few minutes more reading she checked her watch.
"Oops!" The cleaners are actually coming in to clean this room in 5 minutes! I completely forgot what time it was sorry!"