Gina was already in the classroom handing out the exam papers when Lewis arrived, apologetic for his lateness, and his shortness of breath was not improved by his view of his female colleague’s rear. She had rolled up her blonde hair skillfully to reveal more of her smooth neck than he had seen before. From her short dark pleated skirt under a soft black tortoise-necked woollen top emerged the long black seams of her stockings which ran smoothly down her calves, ending in little bows just above the rims of her dark heels. He was turned on immediately.
Glancing around at the twenty-nine boys taking the exam, he suspected more than one had similar feelings about her, but unlike him, they couldn't afford to let their minds wander leisurely up and down her delectable form today. Not if they wanted to do well.
Lewis was nervous about seeing Gina so soon. The night before, they had spent an hour on the phone as he finally confessed to being the author of the illustrated love letters she had been receiving over the last six weeks. The fact she had responded with such alacrity to his anonymous overtures, and the delight in her voice last night, gave him great hope of a lasting liaison, and thankfully it seemed the feeling was mutual.
Gina had been genuinely surprised and pleased to discover Lewis was behind the risqué love-notes. Hidden at irregular intervals in the poetry anthology on her desk, she had been intrigued and aroused, and she had enjoyed responding to them in kind, although she had worried too about being the object of obsession of someone either unstable or simply undesirable.
Instead, her secret admirer was none other than the very dishy new math teacher, whom she had originally suspected was perhaps not interested in women, since although they were both similarly aged and single, he had never made the slightest effort to strike up a conversation. So despite the occasional moment of dwelling lustfully upon his mouth-watering body, she had decided not to make any special efforts to befriend him.
Now he had made clear his great attraction to her, however, things were different. Lying in bed after his call, she had reread each note with Lewis in mind, the added pleasure of imagining his handsome face and deep voice saying such exciting things provoking her into a sensational self-administered orgasm. Even then, just before sleep claimed her, she recalled being rostered with him for the Year 11 History exam the next morning. A fantasy began to form itself in her drowsing mind, but only when she woke in daylight, her hands still between her thighs, did she realise how achievable her fantasy might be, given a little bit of luck here and there.
As he distributed his share of the exam papers, Lewis was also recalling the night before. He too had masturbated himself to sleep after their talk, excited by her enthusiasm. But this morning, he had suffered anxiety through doubt. Perhaps she had been humouring him, obtaining a confession to use against him? He could have sworn she had been so genuinely pleased and keen to talk further. As usual when uncertain, he decided to wear work-clothes which were reliable rather than eye-catching - dark pleated pants, white shirt and a new tie a few women had remarked upon approvingly.
With the papers distributed and all instructions given, the exam itself commenced, leaving each teacher to recall why exam supervision was easily one of the most boring parts of a teacher's life. The windows here were totally covered so there could be no distractions from outside, and invigilators were not allowed to read, talk, mark other exams, or do anything other than watch students reading and writing for an hour and a half. While teachers usually rotated their positions around the room by unspoken agreement, Lewis preferred to stay seated at the front, the desk behind him, believing students disliked being distracted by teachers leaning over their shoulders while they were trying to concentrate.
Gina began by moving to the back. She was pleased to see Lewis sit facing the class, since it made the first part of her erotic scheme so much easier to carry out.
Lewis put on a stern professional face and tried to sweep the room with his gaze as he was meant to, but Gina was just too much of a distraction. Her eyes were so instantly welcoming of him, he felt as though he had been caught in twin spotlights fuelled by some extraordinary force burning away inside her. When she blew him a big silent kiss across the bent heads of the examinees, he smiled. When she ran her tongue lasciviously over her lips, he raised an eyebrow. But when she turned side on to him and threw the hem of her short skirt sufficiently high to allow him a tantalisingly brief glimpse of her lace-topped stockings, his throat became suddenly dry. What was she trying to do?
A student's hand was raised in the second row causing Lewis to switch back abruptly into invigilator mode. He rose reluctantly, most aware of his semi-hard penis threatening to embarrass him. After dealing with the question brusquely, he returned to his seat, relieved to see Gina answering another boy's question. But all too soon, she was back, safely behind the students' field of sight. Deliberately, she began to touch herself.
He watched, fascinated, as her hands slid smoothly from her shoulders down over the twin mounds on her chest to rest on the bottom of her pullover before, without warning, she tugged the edge of the material up to her chin and back down, giving him a split-second flash of her bare ribcage and small but perfectly formed breasts encased in exquisite black lace. He gave a delighted involuntary laugh, turning it into a cough for the benefit of the examinees, one or two of whom gave a short glare of annoyance at the unwelcome interruption.
Gina gave Lewis a warm, dazzling smile, making his heart jump again. With a grin, he shook his head subtly in reply, as if to admonish her for her naughty behaviour.
Just at that moment, the old timer acting as block supervisor (known as the "block head", in teacher parlance) strolled in for a routine check that procedures were being followed. He nodded to the immediately straight-faced Lewis and made his way slowly to the back, cursorily inspecting the progress of a few students randomly along the way.
Gina moved close to the supervisor to exchange a few quiet, unnecessary words about the exam's progress, turning her back on Lewis as they whispered together. Evidently, she needed to ask a lengthy question because the supervisor inclined his head away to offer an ear, and as he did, Gina subtly drew her hand up her left buttock, dragging the material up sufficiently to expose her stocking top and most of her bare cheek to Lewis' delighted gaze. Almost before he could fully comprehend what he was seeing, she let it slide back and stepped adroitly to turn the supervisor's head the other way. She proceeded to expose her other buttock for a long moment in precisely the same way, as she whispered into his other ear. She then let the pleats drop smoothly back into place before he responded. With a final nod, the block head left, still none the wiser.
Lewis began to perspire. It was obvious she was wearing either a very tiny G-string beneath her short skirt or else nothing at all. He uncrossed his legs to give his rigid prick more space to expand. This woman was a voyeur's dream, displaying herself to him shamelessly right in front of her supervisor and twenty-nine horny teenage boys, none of whom suspected a thing. She was more prepared to take risks than he had ever imagined.
Now Gina beckoned to him, gesturing he should swap places with her. Lewis' cock made the decision for him - whatever she wanted, he would do. He stood up carefully, concealing his erection with hands casually folded in front of him before sauntering slowly down an aisle, as Gina made her way up another at the same pace. When he turned, she was standing behind his surrendered chair, gazing expectantly in his direction, looking him up and down.
He suddenly realised how Gina expected him to respond. He blushed and looked at the ceiling. The risk was so great, he could scarcely contemplate it. All it would take would be one kid to turn his head at the wrong moment, and he would be finished. But Gina had known the risks too. And she had succeeded. He had no choice.
