(Hey guys. The last story took a lot more brain power than I thought it would when I started writing. This one is much shorter and simpler but I hope you still enjoy it.)
Melissa Sharpe was an English teacher at Jacob Masterson Highschool. A reputed all boys private school. She was loved by both her students and peers and had a reputation for being as friendly as she was beautiful. No one could have guessed the things that ran through her head.
Having been a single, 35 year old virgin she had found ways to make do. A liberal collection of toys and a strong love for porn that bordered on addiction. That was how Melissa kept herself sane. She had a particular affinity for porn where a woman was naked in public. Something about it appealed to her on a primal level and she'd often imagine herself in the poor girl's position. The idea of being nude in a public place excited her to no end. To have her most intimate areas shamefully exposed for the world to see. The stares from shady looking men hungry for her body. Their eyes raking every inch of it. From the gaps between her toes to her blond Bob cut. Their minds racing at full speed producing a constant stream of ways they could use her.
Unfortunately this was real life not fantasy. In the real world you don't just let a bunch of strangers use you and then go back to your normal life. If it were that easy then every woman would be doing it. Melissa had accepted this a long time ago. She loved her job but as time passed the urge got stronger. On one hand she couldn't do anything to jeopardize her job but on the other she wanted to give everything up to fulfil her desires. Eventually Melissa came to a compromise with her libido.
"Working hard or hardly working Ms. Sharpe?" Peter Thompson asked. The jovial Geography teacher was always trying to make everyone smile.
"I'm not leaving until I get these papers graded." Melissa said as she smiled.
"Ok well don't stay too late. I would say you need your beauty sleep but you're beautiful enough as is," he said chuckling to himself.
"What can I say? I'm dedicated," she replied, pretending to have not heard the compliment.
"I understand. Just remember we don't get paid enough to sacrifice our health. Take care Melissa," he said as he opened the door to leave.
"Bye Peter. Drive safely."
"I will."
With Peter gone the staffroom was empty. The night guard Marv would likely be arriving soon. All remaining teachers in the school would be on their way to their cars by now. All except her.
"5:30pm. It's almost time," she thought to herself. The students would have all left by now but she wanted to take an extra half hour just to be sure.
At 6pm sharp Melissa got out of her chair.
"One last check. I wouldn't want to get found out," she said as she opened the door. "After all this isn't porn."
The sun had almost set. The parking lot was empty and a peaceful silence had fallen over the school. Melissa quickly strolled through the school checking for any signs of life. If even one person saw her, student or staff, it would be all over. First the ground floor. She passed a line of classrooms. Her heels echoing through the empty halls. Then she came to the physics lab and next to it, the stairs. Up she went the second floor. A few classrooms and a biology lab. The coast was clear as she made her way back to the staffroom on the ground floor. As she closed the door behind her she could feel a heat running throughout her body. Partly from the exercise and partly from what was about to come. Quickly she took off her clothes.
"No time to waste!"
First her cream ruffled blouse. She was in such a hurry that the last button flew off. Then her tight, black pencil skirt. Easily the skimpiest piece of clothing she owned. It barely reached her knees and was so tight it looked like it had been spray painted on. She'd worn a thong underneath rendering every crevice and fold of skin visible to anyone who looked hard enough.
"Why did I put this on again!?" Melissa said out loud as she angrily tried to get the skirt off.
As she wrenched the skirt off, her hand passed over her pussy. Looking at the wet spot it left on her wrist she remembered. To help build up her courage Melissa had worn something that was sure to get all the boys eyes on her. She knew guys would occasionally sneak glances at her but today she needed more. She needed them to stare at her and drool. To make her feel like a piece of meat being stared at by a pack of hungry dogs. All throughout the day she'd been dropping things near to students, always making sure to be facing away from them before bending to pick it up. When a student would ask for help she'd lean on their table and bend until her breasts were resting on it making sure they could get a clear view down her blouse. She'd stick her ass out as far as she could, occasionally giving an inviting wiggle. More than once she'd sat with her legs open, acting completely oblivious to the fact. Her plan had worked. The students had given up any pretense of being civil and had opted to just stare at her. She of course pretended she didn't know while savoring every bit of attention.
Next was her hot pink bra. Melissa smirked as she took it off. Her blouse wasn't exactly the made of the most opaque material. Even those in the back of the class were sure to see the two large, bulging pink orbs on her chest. Melissa relished the fact that somewhere out there numerous highschool boys were touching themselves while thinking of her.
As she stood there in heels she contemplated whether to take them off or not. The original plan was to be completely naked but she remembered she'd read about how sometimes being almost nude was more embarrassing than being fully nude. After a few minutes of deliberation she decided to take them off. She wanted the full nude experience. To be as vulnerable as the day she was born.
As Melissa stepped out into the hallway she felt her face flush. The sweat from her prior "exercise" glistened in the rays of the setting sun. Her nude body shone like a bronze statue at a museum. She was really doing this. She was really naked at the place she worked. All it would take to ruin her was one person seeing her. A single soul in the building besides her could forever taint her life. She felt scared but not just scared. There was something else. It was almost like on some level she wanted to get caught. To be indelibly marked a slut, a wretched woman, a perverted freak.
She was on the first floor. If anyone was in the courtyard they would have been easily able to see her in all her shameful glory. A simple "Hey! You!" would have left her frozen. Unable to do anything except wait for her witness to administer whatever punishment they saw fit. Walking through the empty hall her breathing steadied as she slowly got used to her situation. Near the end of the hall she saw the physics lab.
"Let's pay Mr. Garcia a visit shall we?"
Mr. Garcia was the physics teacher. He was a stickler for the rules to the point that even some of the teachers didn't like him. He was also a total smokeshow. Easily the tallest teacher in school. A jaw that looked like it had been chiseled from marble and two muscular arms joined by his broad shoulders.
"Oh Mr. Garcia I'm so sorry for being late," she said in her best schoolgirl impression as she walked into the empty class.
"Miss Sharpe," The imaginary Carlos Garcia said in a thick Hispanic accent. "This is the fourth time this week!"
"I know sir I'm so sorry."
"No no young lady. You'll have to be punished."
Carlos always had a thin metal ruler he used to point.
"Bend over the table young lady."
Melissa bent over the table where the student in the middle front of the class would have sat. She knew Carlos would want all her fellow students to see her face as she was spanked. He would use her to set an example. Melissa gripped the edge of the desk and bent over. Staring at the empty classroom she imagined what it would be like if the students were there. What would they do? Would they stare at her pained expression, reveling in the violence? Perhaps they'd watch as her dangling breasts threatened to hit her in the face every time a strike was delivered? Or maybe they'd get up? Observe how her ass slowly turned from pale to an angry pink.
