It was afternoon maths again. Mrs Charlton looked stunning as usual. She was wearing a tight fitting skirt suit, in what looked like a woollen black and white check. The coarse fabric contrasted wonderfully with the sheer gossamer sheen of her flesh coloured nylons and black patent leather high heels.
To my surprise and disappointment, a new girl, Laura, had started sitting next to me in the front of class, at the double desks. To be honest, she was rather plain, and a little overweight. I had hardly looked at or talked to her at all.
As I stared at our gorgeous teacher and ignoring Laura, I carefully began my usual habit of rubbing myself through my trousers; remembering the delicious wanking sessions I had enjoyed at home, with the discarded pantyhose I had 'rescued' from Mrs C's bathroom.
Half way through the lesson, as Mrs C was standing close to our desk, I felt a warm soft hand on my thigh. Laura was gently stroking my upper thigh!
I was in a state of shock, and it must be said, a little excited at this turn of events.
It only lasted for a minute though, and nothing was said at the end of the lesson.
Two days later, I arrived at Mrs C's home for another maths coaching session. I was relieved that no mention was made of her discarded pantyhose and made a special effort to concentrate on the algebra she was explaining.
Nevertheless, sitting next to such a mature goddess did not make it easy. Although she was wearing one of her more 'homely' outfits, her face was fully made up and her lips a deep pink and almost liquid in appearance. I couldn't bring myself to meet her lovely penetrating eyes for fear that she would read my shameful, perverted thoughts.
Before leaving, I once again excused myself and made my way to her bathroom.
On this occasion, the laundry basket was full and over flowing. Nervously, I looked inside. Lots of her husband's clothing was mixed with hers. Frantically, I delved to the depths of the basket, until my fingers touched on silk and lace. Gently, I extracted no less than three pairs of feminine underwear. Quickly and recklessly, I decided; taking a pair of her used panties in sexy shimmering silver grey satin and folded them inside my trouser pocket. I simply couldn't help myself. She had forced me to do this!
That night, alone in my room, I savoured the delicious texture and scent of Mrs Charlton's luxury underwear. I was in awe at the sensual feel of the slippery satin and spent some time sniffing and licking the lightly stained gusset. Wrapping her panties around my erection, I slowly jerked myself to a juddering orgasm; soiling her private intimate feminine garment with my filthy sperm.
Now spent and flushed, I began to contemplate the possible consequences of my actions that day. How stupid had I been? Whilst she might not notice a missing pair of discarded, damaged pantyhose, surely Mrs C would miss such expensive, lavish panties? I began to worry; hardly sleeping at all, as I tried to think what might happen at our next tutorial.....
"Is there anything you would like to tell me Peter?"
It was my next maths tutorial at Mrs C's home. As usual, I was sitting next to her on the sofa, with text books open on a small table in front of us. She was wearing tight black leather trousers, Stiletto heals and a white, ruffled chiffon blouse.
Blushing slightly, I replied: "Err, no, Miss, I don't think so"
"Its just that, after our last session, I discovered that a very expensive pain of my knickers was missing......from the laundry basket in my bathroom"
