First I should tell you how I met Thea. I was asked to observe her teach her 6th grade English class. I had been hired to help evaluate the staff of a private school just outside the city, and I had never met Thea before. I arrived just before the bell and barely had time to introduce myself, though of course she was expecting an observer. I figured she was in her mid-to-late 20s. She looked fresh and attractive. I told her to forget that I was there and to just do her thing, and I took a seat at the back of the class. She introduced me to the class, I waved to her students, and she got down to business.
So did I. The first thing I observed was that Thea's nipples were shockingly erect. She was wearing a bra, I could see that, and a cotton blouse that was tucked into a pair of jeans. Her nipples were not poking through as if she were at a wet t-shirt contest - but they were stiff enough, and prominent enough, to show a distinct outline through two layers of fabric. The fact that this was not happening at a spring-break bar but in a classroom during an official visit made for crazy, sexy cognitive dissonance.
Thea had a pretty face with dark eyebrows and a trim, athletic body with average-sized breasts, and she wore her brown hair up, exposing a girlish neck. But all I wanted was to look at her nipples, though I didn't dare stare, which was just as well, as she looked up at me nervously a few times and even spoke to me once when a student tumbled in late from recess. Perhaps she had just been outdoors herself. Maybe the cold weather had stiffened her nipples. Maybe anxiety had tightened them. Or maybe Thea was just excited at being watched by a man.
I'm not sure whether she noticed her nipples or not, but soon she was paying no more attention to me. She was a good teacher, I could see that immediately. I took a few notes. But whenever I looked up, it was at Thea's nipples, which remained erect. The more the class went on, the more I could just stare at them and imagine sucking them. I allowed myself an erection. I wondered how the 6th grade boys were taking it. Did they even notice? Or were they all going to cream themselves tonight dreaming of their English teacher's cherry-topped tits? As I was: recently divorced male, 42, no current girlfriend.
At one point students were asked to write answers to some questions in their workbooks, and Thea went around the room to check on their progress and to offer help. She bent forward over one boy's desk and I saw a flash of white flesh down her blouse. She moved to another student and I saw another flash. Those flashes of curving breast went through my already aroused body like stabs of lightning. And I could simply stare as much as I liked at the student-teacher interaction - it was my job to do so! The truth is, I had never gazed so long, or so openly, at any woman in my life. It was (at that time) the most intense voyeuristic experience I had ever had.
I had never felt my own personality so split in two: the friendly, conscientious professional on the outside, and the forbidden sexual animal within let off the chain and free to hunt its heart's desire.
I wondered if she felt my eyes fastened on her. Once, only once did she catch me at it, catch me looking longingly at her nipples. I must have let my eyes lock onto her, not realizing I had slipped into a kind of trance of staring. But at one point she suddenly raised her eyes and looked right at me and our eyes met for an instant. My heart beat hard as I quickly looked down and picked up my pen, that sleek black symbol of my power. I scribbled the word "caught" on my yellow pad. And then, to cover myself, "what the student said." When I raised my eyes again Thea had returned her attention to her students. For a while I looked at her expressive hands as she gestured, at her red mouth as she spoke, and I watched her dark eyes as they skipped from student to student. Gradually I started stealing glances at her breasts again, becoming bolder as Thea went about her teaching, until once more I had entered a zone of free forbidden looking.
I submitted a very favorable report on the class. I noted Thea's bright, rich voice, warm smile, clear instructions and responsiveness to questions. I said that she established a strong physical presence and moved comfortably around the room (I did not say that when she turned her back to the class to write on the board I admired the way she fit into her jeans. I did not report that I had dreamed of dragging her jeans and her panties halfway down her thighs and of holding her by the hips as she spread her hands on the blackboard, and of penetrating her from behind - as soon as class was over). I made a few helpful pedagogical suggestions in my report, of course. I did use the word 'stimulating' in my conclusion: "a stimulating and effective class." Naturally I did not mention what I found most stimulating of all.
A week later I received an email from Thea (my address was available on my school's website). She thanked me quite effusively for my write-up, which had been shared with her in the course of her evaluation session with her supervisor. She also told me that she had been offered a permanent position at her school.
I replied by telling her how pleased I was to hear her news and I invited her to have coffee and talk shop. I mentioned that there were some things I had left out of my report. Like the fact that two boys in the back row had secretly been passing notes during class. (I did not say that I had imagined what lewd things about their teacher they had been saying to each other. Nor did I say that the teacher's nipples had been clearly visible poking through her blouse throughout the class.)
She accepted my invitation. We hit it off. We became lovers, and three months later when her lease expired she moved in with me. I feasted on Thea's body every day, and above all on those firm, rubbery nipples.
I eventually asked Thea if she had known that her nips were showing during my observation. She said yes, she had noticed them early on but was powerless to do anything about it. And then, of course, she had caught me looking at them, but by that time she was getting used to being observed, so she just let me look. It turned out, ironically, that she had been the one to look first, because she had attended a public talk I had given and had liked my voice and my jokes and, she admitted, my body. When she heard I would be observing her class, she said the idea turned her on. The bra she chose to wear wasn't lacy or colored, but the fabric was thin and stretchy and had a sexy feel, she confessed. Plus, she'd been on duty during recess and the cold had gone right through her coat and tightened her nipples. My admiring gaze had kept them erect.
Like many teachers, Thea was in fact a closet exhibitionist. Only, you can't be an exhibitionist in a closet, can you? And in a class, you have work to do - it's not a sex club. So teachers have to find other outlets for the erotic side of their desire to show off in front of other people. I facilitated that impulse in Thea.
But the fact is that we both felt a little inhibited around town. We were too well known to fool around in public. Once we were at an outdoor restaurant in a working class district, which should have been safe for us. Thea had on a peasant blouse that bared her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra, but the blouse puffed out at the breasts, so it wasn't very noticeable. I love to look at strapless shoulders - so much nakedness, such an invitation to touch and kiss and bite - an invitation that both parties know cannot be accepted in public. Thea's blouse had those peasant puff sleeves low on the shoulders. Our table was partially screened from the other diners by some greenery.
We had drunk some wine. I reached a hand around and slid that puff sleeve lower. She let it cling to her upper arm. I adjusted the near sleeve to the same height. Now I could admire Thea's bare round shoulders and the expanse of bare flesh across her upper body.
"God, you look so beautiful and sexy," I told her. I gave her a kiss, a long kiss, and I teased her blouse a little further down her arms and chest until it was really just hanging there and I could see the pale flesh of her breasts separating dramatically in the center and the side of her near breast swelling out from her body.
I saw that a man at another table had taken an interest. Thea didn't notice him. He saw that I'd spotted him, but he just kept staring. Oh, I so wanted so much to slide that blouse off a breast and suck a nipple and feel it stiffen between my lips while that man watched - And just then the Principal of her school came in with a woman who was not his wife, which quickly put an end to our little show. They had not yet seen us (and never would, as we paid and slipped out the side as discreetly as possible). It was then that we decided we would have to be more discreet in our own city. And blackmail the Principal. Just kidding.
