"I've heard you had a hard day," the principal said as he entered her classroom. The halls were quiet; all the students had gone home. "These kids are assholes," she laughed.
The principal scanned her body; a tight pencil skirt clung to her hips, her black stilettos lengthening her already long legs, and her shear blouse draped over her round breasts. She's got the perfect "teacher look," he thought.
"Is there anything I can help you with," he asked her? "I'm just tense," she said. Ever since he hired her he had fantasied about what it would be like to get inside her. He always loved watching her ass sway side to side as she walked out of his office.
He shut her classroom door and slowly approached her. "I could probably help you relax," he told her smiling. She backed up to her desk and with a small hop she sat down and crossed her legs. "How will I relax with all this grading to do," she asked? She looked like every teenage boys dream; a sexy teacher sitting on her desk practically begging for it.