I recall strolling in my classroom. Much too whore looking for my sub teacher that I found looking at my skirt glide along my thighs. He gave me the elevator eyes starting at my feet. He was not shy at all about looking at me for I caught his eye with his grin. Mr. Baker was his name.
"Good evening," His curled lips broke to a smile.
"Good evening," I could not help respond with a smile in return.
I casually took my seat, my skirt riding up my legs. I wetted his hunger even more when I crossed me legs. I glanced at his direction for a response to my actions. He just turned to his work and began to take roll call.
He reached my name.
I innocently said, "Prensent."
He took a breath and went on. His eyes wandered to me and I dared to give him a wink.
The class drew on. I went up to staple an assignment. The stappler was ironically placed on his desk. He folded his hands and looked up at me. I bent over slightly and showed my plumped breasts. The crease deepened as my arms came together to staple the assignment. He murmeered my name, eating every syllable slowly. I turned away and walked back to my desk after turning in the paper.
A guy turned to me and asked for an earaser. I gave him a spare on my binder.
The sub sternly asked who was talking.
He looked at me and stated, "Detention with me this afternoon."
"I only handed him an earaser," I pleaded.
He ignored my plea and continued to work.
School was over and I walked back to class thinking: Maybe he did not like me after all. It was only an earaser.
The door shut behind me.
"You have been a very bad girl."
"It was only an earaser," I commented, seeing the light in his eyes. "Where are the other students?"
"Detention is held in another room did you not know?"
"No," I was taken aback, "I didn't."
"Well then," he stood up quickly knocking some papers down off of his desk.
I immediatly stooped down to pick them up. I forgot I had on a thong as I bent over. Automatically I stood up, turning to my teacher. He just continued to stare at me.
"There are more papers," he told me.
"Are you going to help?"
"Bad back I am afraid dear."
I turned around and picked the papers up. He was watching me. It turned me on so much to know he liked it. I have always wanted to try something with a teacher and he was quite attractive for his age.
When I rose back up and turned towards him. I found he was standing right behind me. We stood a hair's breath apart. Startled, I dropped the papers. I went to my knees. Mr. Baker never budged from his place. I could not help but observe his midsection. He was packed! Ohhh and his buldge said he was otherwise as well.
"Leave the papers. You have other matters to attend to." he whispered.
