When I graduated from college I couldn't wait to be in my first high school class teaching French. This has always been my dream as my parents had traveled with me to France quite often and I fell in love with this language early on.
I was teaching several courses of French with different levels for different grades and most of my classes were very enjoyable. In addition to my love for the French language and to teaching it, I also enjoyed presenting myself in front of the classroom as the attractive and sexy young woman I was. I am about 5'7", weighed 140 pounds, and have size 36C breasts. I had my black hair shoulder-long and always wore lots of jewelry on my ears, around my neck and my wrists. But what I loved the most about my outfit are shiny and smooth pantyhose that fit tightly on my legs and feet and give them a very sensuous look and feel, without covering up my nice shapely legs like opaque tights would do. I also liked to wear dresses ending above my knees or short skirts, as well as high heels, and had gotten admonishing looks from some other teachers and even our principal but they never dared to say anything directly about this to me.
Of course it didn't escape me that some of the guys I taught were more interested in my nice legs than in the French language and virtually locked their eyes on them as soon as I entered the classroom. It was easy for me to embarrass them by asking them a question when I was noticing that they were all absorbed with my nylons or high heels, and I freely admit that I enjoyed that tease and sometimes got a little tingling sensation out of it, too.
I also liked to sit on my desk with my legs crossed and moving them around a bit, sometimes slipping half way out of my heels and letting them dangle in front of my students so they had a clear view of my beautiful heels and soles all covered in shiny smooth pantyhose.
On occasion, I went beyond that and walked very closely to their chair, almost touching the students with my legs, and watching them blushing in front of me while they were hardly able to take their gaze off my shiny legs in hose. When they wore tight jeans it was easy for me to spot their boners and in my fantasies I imagined myself having wild sex with these young guys... I had to be careful to return to reality soon, even as I noticed some wetness in my pussy over these forbidden thoughts.
In one beginners' class there were two boys, Andrew and Jim -- both seniors and 18 years old --, who constantly disturbed the class, made jokes and silly comments and were just a pain in the neck.
Since nothing really seemed to help calming them down I decided to have them stay two extra hours one day and make them do some French translation exercises. I purposefully picked some harder ones so that they would be sweating a bit, after all it was meant to be a bit of a punishment for their behavior.