Mrs M was hot! All the boys thought so! And she was cool with it. She rode a bloody superbike for gods sake!
The boys would watch her pull into the school car park in her skin tight leathers, take off her lid and shake out her long brunette hair before swinging a beautiful long leg back off of the bike and walking into school. They would all say 'morning miss' as she walked past and be rewarded with a smile that just made her look even hotter.
They watched her go past and followed that gorgeous leather clad arse with their eyes, just wishing they could follow her into the teachers changing room.
They didn't have long to wait to see her again. She taught the naughty lads! And these boys fit that title. 6th formers who had been held back a couple of years in the hope they might one day get enough of a grade to do more than selling dope on the corners every evening.
The only time the boys were seated and ready in class was when Mrs M was teaching them. That way they got a good look at her as she walked in. Today she looked stunning as always! A tight spotted blouse hinting at amazing breasts underneath it and probably one button lower than the headmistress would be happy with and a flounce skirt that stopped a over her knees. Tight enough that you could see she had beautiful legs and a fab arse but loose enough that one good gust of wind would reveal all of the tantalising secrets beneath!
As he did in almost every lesson Jack the caretaker found a reason to visit the classroom to 'fix or measure' something. They all knew he fancied her like mad and some of them reckoned he had banged her in the boiler room. Straight away the heckling started. 'We know what you want miss to measure Jack!' 'Want her to go up the ladder while you hold it.'
She told them to calm down a couple of times but once they started it was almost impossible to stop them at times. That's why they weren't in the mainstream school. 'Right!' She raised her voice. 'I will see all 6 of you in detention after school. You can have an hour to think about your actions and why you should listen to your teacher!' There was a lot of grumbling and swearing but the grudgingly agreed. Maybe they'd get a better view of her legs if she wasn't at her desk later.