Okay, so maybe I did sleep with my college professor to raise my calculus grade, but does that give someone the right to ruin my life? My Behavioral Studies teacher, Miss Compton, apparently thinks it does. When she found out about my rendezvous with my calculus teacher, Miss Compton threatened to have me expelled from college and threatened to nullify my transcript unless I participated in her research project. Now I've become Miss Compton's blackmailed sex slave and I must expose myself on her command so that she can study people's reactions to my displays of public nudity.
As I walked to class, I wondered what kind of cruel punishment Miss Compton had in store for me today. I didn't have to wait long to find out because Miss Compton stopped me as soon as I entered the building. She quickly ushered me into the women's restroom and instructed me to remove all of my clothes. I was apprehensive about her motives, but because of our arrangement, I had to comply with her request. I just hoped Miss Compton didn't plan to run off with my clothes, which would force me to scamper down the hallway and run across campus bare assed naked!
Miss Compton watched as I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my tight blue jean shorts. My denim shorts were so tight that when I pushed them down my legs, my pale blue panties slid down with them. A girl abruptly entered the restroom and while the door was open, a couple of boys in the hallway saw me standing there. Since I'd already removed my shorts and panties, all I had on was my T-shirt. From the way that the boys' mouths dropped open, I'm sure they got a good look at my neatly trimmed auburn pussy hair. They just stood there, staring at me as the door slowly closed. I was nervous when I removed my T-shirt because the boys were still out in the hall and they would be able to see me completely naked if the door swung open again.
It was a little chilly in the restroom. As I stood there without a stitch of clothing on, I got goose bumps all over and my precious pink nipples sprung to attention. Miss Compton lingered for a while, surveying my young nude body. I felt very self-conscious as she carefully inspected my firm full breasts, reddish-brown bush and smooth round butt. Miss Compton knew that I was anxious to put some clothes on, but she continued to make me wait. I think she was hopeful that another girl would open the door to the restroom, which would give the boys in the hallway a peek at my totally bare body.
After what seemed like an eternity, Miss Compton finally gave up waiting for someone to emerge, so she handed me a bag of new clothes and asked me to put them on. The bag contained a short plaid mini skirt and a white bare midriff top. The bag also contained a pair of sheer pantyhose, but no bra or panties. I examined the clothes and determined that they were a size too small.
I declared, "I can't wear these clothes. They're too small for me."
Miss Compton said, "Try them on. I'll bet you can squeeze into them."
I said, "Even if I manage to get these clothes on, you didn't give me any underwear. I'll be hanging out all over!"
Miss Compton smugly said, "Well then maybe you'd like to get kicked out of school and go back to your job as a waitress."
I solemnly replied, "No thanks. I guess I'll try them on."
I could hear the girl in the stall peeing and I briefly wondered what she thought of my conversation with Miss Compton. However, my attention was quickly diverted towards the opportunity to cover my nude body and I picked up the tiny knit shirt that Miss Compton provided for me. I slipped my arms into the sleeveless top and fastened the two buttons down the front. The clingy white shirt had a little collar and it was so tight that there were gaps between the buttons. The knit top left my flat tummy and bellybutton exposed, and I could feel my nipples poking out against the thin material.
I stood in front of the mirror and inspected the small shirt. My breasts are only medium sized, but they're natural and full, so the plunging neckline allowed a fair amount of cleavage to show. While I was still looking in the mirror, I lifted my arms up over my head. The bottom of the shirt rode up high enough to expose the lower portions of my globes, but the hem of the shirt stopped right at the bottom of my round rosy nipples. Since only a very small portion of my nipples were uncovered, I turned my attention to the rest of the outfit.
I hopped up on the counter and began slipping my dainty little feet into the pantyhose. The girl that was peeing came out of the stall and washed her hands in the sink right beside me. She had a funny smile on her face as she glanced down at my bare beaver, but she didn't say anything. When the girl was finished washing her hands, she opened the restroom door to leave and those boys were still out there. The boys now had a side view of me and they could tell that I didn't have any pants on. However, from their angle, they really couldn't see much more. The boys still watched me slowly inch the pantyhose up my legs until the door finally closed.
I jumped down onto the floor and looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe how sheer the pantyhose were. It almost looked as though I wasn't wearing anything at all! The pantyhose didn't have a cotton crotch or a modesty shield. They were just sheer from waist to toe.
I turned to Miss Compton and said, "I feel naked in these pantyhose. You can see right through them. I don't know if I can go out there in this short skirt without any panties."
Miss Compton said, "That's nonsense," and then she lifted up the front of her skirt.
Miss Compton continued, "See, I have on the same type of pantyhose and I'm not wearing any panties!"
Miss Compton's beautiful brunette bush was almost totally exposed beneath her translucent hose. As she stood there shamelessly displaying her hairy triangle, she noticed that I made no attempt to look away from the sight of her pleasure patch.
Miss Compton had a twinkle in her eyes as she asked, "Are you fascinated with the sight of my pussy?"
I replied, "Well, what's running through my mind is your habit of sitting up on your desk in front of the class while you give your lectures. I don't know if you're aware of it, but you have a tendency to spread your legs so the boys can see your pantiesβ¦and today you're not wearing any panties!"
Miss Compton smiled and said, "Thanks for the info. I'll try to be more careful today," even though we both knew that she was well aware of her classroom teasing tactics.
Miss Compton continued to hold her skirt up and my eyes remained locked on the luscious triangle of hair between her legs. Since I was admiring her pussy, I guess it gave Miss Compton the impression that I was attracted to her.
Miss Compton grinned and asked, "You look like you're having devilish thoughts about me. Would you like to touch my pussy?"
I looked up at her and said, "Sorry, that's not part of our arrangement. I mean, sure you have a beautiful face with long dark hair and big firm breasts. In addition, your figure is well proportioned and you have long shapely legs."