Alongside bigger series, I am planning to do some single stories too.
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I have to get this off my chest because I have this teacher. Miss North. She dresses and acts basically asexually when she has taught me over the last few years. Not a lot of personality and never shared any of her personal life with us.
She essentially dressed like an old woman from the church. Cardigans, loose trousers and the like. Her hair was always down but a bit scraggy and unkempt. A nice enough woman of around 27 years old but ultimately dull and a little plain. Someone you would never look twice at really.
Here she was at our end of 6th form ball and my god, what she has been hiding under those drab clothes. Her hair and make up were stunning and alluring. She wore a tight, short black dress that had her arms and one shoulder bare, reaching down to her mid thigh. Then her legs appeared and they were toned and smooth, leading down to pair of black heels.
Frankly, she was a stunner and I had never seen it. Her stomach look toned, her butt was crazy peachy and a nice pair of A cup breasts. I was gobsmacked and drooling.
She turned from the bar and noticed me, her face lighting up and clearly a little buzzed.
"Ben, how lovely to see you! I'm glad you've come tonight. Let me buy you a drink as a congratulations for finishing your A levels," she beamed at me.
She was clearly a little tipsy and had arrived far earlier than us. Not one to say no to a free drink, I headed over and joined her at the bar.
"Thanks, Miss. Are you even allowed to buy us drinks?" I questioned.
"Oh don't be silly, you've all technically left now. Of course I can!" she replied.
As she turned to order a shot and a drink for each of us, I couldn't help but marvel at how different she was. A couple drinks and she was charismatic and enticing. Her lips were perfect, her outfit accentuated everything perfectly and as she leant on the bar, there was a hint of her upper thigh on show. My mind was ablaze.
We shotted and then drank for a while discussing the recent exams. As students turned up, she bought even more a shot and joined in most times. I was amazed at how this waif of a woman was putting it away. At 5'1", she must be half alcohol by now.
She got a little louder as we chatted and she got more drunk but she also got more tactile. She kept touching my shoulder or hand, maybe not intentionally flirting but it was working on me still.
Thankfully, everyone had arrived so the meal part was to start. I went to my assigned seat and spent the next 40 minutes with my friends and classmates. We enjoyed some great food and had a few more drinks.
However, I couldn't stop looking over at the staff table. Miss North was clearly fairly hammered, she was the life and soul of their table. She was winding up Mr Smill next to her and was quite tactile with him too. He looked so awkward and like he would rather be anywhere else.
My obsession was interrupted by our headteacher as he got up at the front and started his speech before awards were given out by each subject.
I hated these things and needed to wee so got up before he really got going and went to the bathroom.
I went to the middle urinal, unzipped and pulled my cock out. It was about 5 inches flaccid and still a decent handful. As I started to release my very full bladder, the door opened.
I didn't look up as who wants to make eye contact with your cock out and focused on peeing. My stream had slowed almost instantly due to the interruption.
This is when Miss North appeared next to me. She had leant on the wall next to urinal and stared directly at my cock.
My stream returned and splashed near the plug but her attention had panicked me but I couldn't react to stop peeing and it was too late even if I wanted to.
She reached her hand out, not looking away from my cock once, and grasped my shaft. She just held me as my urine left me, but it was enough to start to harden.
It made it harder to pee, but also aimed it higher so I was now getting splash back from it. Her hand was glistening with my piss but she didn't let go until I finished.
She finally looked at me, her eyes a little glazed but they stared deep into my soul. Her eyeshadow giving her the perfect sultry look. She didn't break eye contact as she licked her hand clean, absorbing every drop of piss onto her tongue.
Once finished, she patted my cock, winked and then left.
I was rock hard as she left, completely stunned by what just happened. I was at a loss for words and although nothing had been said since she entered, I stayed mute for a good few minutes before coming to my senses. Realising standing in the toilet with a clear erection might be seen as an issue, I quickly went into a cubicle.
I held my breath and begged the blood to leave my cock. There was no way I was wanking in a toilet. It slowly deflated while I processed what just happened.
I eventually left the bathroom to catch the end of the awards and saw Miss North by the bar again. I sidled up beside her, trying to think what to say.
"Say nothing and it doesn't have to end," she whispered. Leaving a shot on the bar, she walked away and headed back to the staff table.
I watched her hips sway in that short dress as she left me behind and silently thanked the sex gods for my good fortune.
I downed the shot and headed back to my table. The speeches had just ended and the headteacher asked us to clear the tables to set up the dancefloor.