All participants are over the age of 18. All resemblance to any real event is preposterous. Join me in my fantasy.
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As I stood in front of my classroom I fought with myself whether or not to just give in to my students end-of-school-itis. It was an unusually warm spring day in late May and every eyelid in front of me was drooping. To be honest, mine were too.
There was no air-conditioning. Normally we didn't need it. Temperatures in the 90s were rare for our small mountain town, even in August, let alone May. So it was stuffy in the classroom and all of the incumbent smells of a room full of teenagers were ripening by the minute.
I wrinkled my nose a bit and pushed my glasses back on my nose where they belonged and cleared my throat. Grace gave me her attention but as I looked around the room most heads were being propped up by hands attached to arms whose elbows were anchored to desktops.
With a sigh I pushed myself backwards and then atop my desk, aware that in doing so the filmy sun dress I wore was going to rise dangerously high. I couldn't help myself. I was hot and drained of energy. My little dress was pushing the teacher dress code a bit but I knew I wasn't alone in wearing as little as possible today. We had all talked about it yesterday. It was just too hot.
The students were the same. Some of the girls were even more daring in their attire, bras showing in the arm openings of tank tops and barely there skirts or short shorts were everywhere. The boys, too, had on tanks or T's and shorts. Everyone was in sandals of some sort, me included.
In an effort to make my sun dress look less like beach wear and more like professional attire my sandals were wedges with 4 inch heels. I liked tall heels. Even when wearing a more professional suit skirt or slacks I always wore at least 3 inches. It helped me maintain some respect and authority over the more sizable boys. My 5'10" frame became 6'2" in my 4 inch heels and I easily matched or surpassed the height of most of these developing men. I could still look them in the eye when I needed to take them to task.
But the truth is I like the heels because they made my toned, long legs even shapelier. Eyes were drawn to my firm ass when accentuated by the sexy shoes I wore. I worked hard to keep my 36 year old body looking this good so I was going to show it off a little, dammit.
A fresh breeze gave a momentary reprieve to the heat as it puffed through the open windows. A few of the girls sighed as they felt it. I noticed Katherine's nipples perk a bit and I smiled.
"That felt good, didn't it?" I asked, giving up the pretense of productivity for a moment. A few moans and nods of heads in assent sprinkled through the room.
Grace, of course my Grace, voiced her agreement with a cheery, "Oh yes, Miss Emory! It felt soooo good!"
She did like my attention, mine even more than some of the other teachers', so the lounge gossip said.
I looked her way and she stretched her plump, red lips into a smile. Her sassy cut of blonde hair perfectly focused your attention on her perfectly beautiful face. Her perfectly proportioned breasts, pushed forward with her perfect posture. Her tank top hugged her form in the most appealing way. Its thin pink material revealed the scalloped outlines of her demi-bra dangerously close to where her nipples must be. Perfectly sexy.
My eyes were drawn to her legs swaying beneath the desk. They were, of course, perfect! Smooth and tan, they disappeared beneath the much too high hem of her white tennis skirt. Her feet were slightly behind her knees under the chair, one hooked behind the other as she swayed her knees back and forth.
Suddenly, she unhooked her feet and brought them forward, slightly parting her thighs. I looked up. Her eyes met mine, twinkled for a moment, and then darted downward drawing my gaze back to her legs. They parted a bit more. I looked to her eyes and quickly back down not quite believing what I just saw.
In that briefest of glimpses I could see all the way up to the meeting of her thighs and I could swear that I saw the luscious folds of her pussy beginning their perfect flowering.
I looked to her eyes again. They gleamed with mischief, as did her smile. And then, to my surprise, her tongue touched the corner of her mouth and made a languid trip across her upper lip. It glistened with new moisture.
What seemed like an electric surge traveled from my nipples to my sex. The tingling touched off a bit of a chain reaction. My nipples stiffened. My vaginal lips began to engorge. I could feel a bit of moisture in the crevice where they met.
I was more than a bit flustered. No girl or woman ever before caused that reaction in me. I looked down and saw the flush I felt spreading across my chest. I bit my lower lip, grabbed a few papers from the desk and fanned myself briefly. I shifted on the desk causing my own legs to part slightly with the motion.
I realized I had been quiet for far too long and looked out across the room and saw more than a few eyes now bright and focused, focused on me. I stammered a brief, "Excuse me," and attempted to move on with the lesson.
Many of those eyes began to droop again, except Grace's. I tried not to look at her because I knew I was going to see her impish grin again. And I knew that it would fluster me anew.
So I looked elsewhere until my eyes landed on another student. Of course it had to be Seth. The only boy, man, whose imposing presence managed to break through my usual confidence with students. Seth's eyes seemed to be focused on my knees still slightly parted as I sat on the desk.
I glanced down and noticed that the flared hem of my flowered dress had slipped up my thighs a bit showing quite a bit of my own smooth, tanned flesh.
I looked back at Grace. She was staring at my legs, too. Gone was her teasing smirk. Sensually parted lips were there in its place.
I closed my legs but felt them squeeze my now fully engorged lips pleasurably. I could feel the gusset of my French cut panties dampening. Dampening, hell they were becoming soaked and I knew the bright yellow color of the satiny fabric was turning dark.
My god, I was embarrassed but totally thrilling to this forbidden pleasure as well.
I glanced around the room. More eyes were on me as I fidgeted on my desk, the flared edge of my dress inching its way even higher.
I looked back at Seth. His lips were curled into a smile but his eyes were smoldering. I could almost feel those deep black orbs undressing me.
I stared at him. I couldn't help myself. I touched my fingers to my throat. It was hot and dampening with a fine sheen of sweat. His eyes flicked up to mine and then dropped to my breasts. I knew that's where they went. Where else have a man's eyes gone whenever I was near one.
I wasn't the biggest in that department but I drew enough stares. I could feel my nipples trying to push their way through my brassiere. It was a thin one, because of the heat. I had a feeling they were making tiny tents in the fabric of my dress, as well. I didn't dare confirm my suspicions.
I just kept staring at Seth and I did my own undressing of him. His sculpted body revealed itself to my imagination. His tight T-shirt vanished in my mind's eye leaving the definition of his chest and abs open to my mental gaze.
My eyes fluttered. I shook my head slightly in an attempt to clear it. I shook it again with bit of a flip so the drooping strands of my auburn locks came off my overwarm shoulders. I fanned my neck with my hand, licked my own ruby lips and tried to cover my agitated condition with a smile.
