Lara completed teachers training and had been accepted by a small college. She had a job! She had been warned by her father that a failure in this career meant the allowance would be stopped and returning home to work in the family bank. The spoilt twenty-eight year old rich girl firmed her resolve to keep the job what ever it took.
The college is closing up for the summer but Lara had been volunteered to take a group of students to an adventure camp for a week. "It will be a good opportunity for you Lara. You can hone your skills in a less formal environment and get to know some of the pupils that will be in your class next term." The principle assured her.
She hadn't been given much choice in the matter for this was obviously a further test of competence before securing the post. Above all else she wanted to secure the job and keep her father out of her life. Failure meant not only losing the allowance but missing out on a summer tour of Europe he was paying for. So how hard would it be to look after a group of eighteen year olds?
Lara was more interested in enjoying herself than teaching. Besides it was more a supervisory task, making sure they behaved themselves. Mister Roberts had told her to go hard on them and she intended to do just that. She was not going to take any nonsense from a bunch of adolescents. On the morning they arrived Mister Roberts became ill and had to leave and she was left with six sullen lads.
There were groups from other colleges there but so far they had kept pretty much to themselves. She had them to herself ordering them around like servants.
Lara moved into the dormitory cabin, a room set aside inside the main building, to keep a closer eye on them. Mister Roberts had left some of his things there but she just pushed them to one side. Too used to having a cleaner at home left her clueless on tidying up. The room was by the exit. It was designed to catch anyone trying to sneak out at night.
Two teachers were supposed to be there supervising but she decided it would be too much hassle chasing up the principle and parents to send them home. It was easier to break the rules, a habit she should have mastered by the age of twenty-eight.
It was only the first day and the lads are sick of the new teacher and her bullying ways. Already she had given Clive detention so he has to stay in the dormitory cabin.
Lara put a bikini on and wrapped a towel around her chest tucking in a corner to hold it in place. If this was going to be endured she would find a way to enjoy herself by making it into a vacation. The accommodation was not to her standard nor was the pool but she would have to put up with it.
Two of the lads were set to cleaning her room and another two followed her out to the pool. "Set the lounger there in the sun. More to the left, that will do. Fetch some orange with ice and don't dawdle." She told them.
Lara dropped the towel over the lounger and was bending over it to straighten out the folds. "What did I tell you?" She said. They were standing there gawping. With a wry smile upon her face she said to herself. 'Those little brats were staring at my bottom! How dare they!' It wasn't even one of her briefest outfits. At least it had bottom coverage.
She was slightly amused for she wasn't a prude. At the beach she wouldn't be bothered wearing something more brief but they were just eighteen far too young to be looking at her body.
They rushed back asking if she wanted anything else, obviously anxious to please.
"I could do with some vodka in this. I'm only joking!" She laughed.
They brought her snacks, drinks, anything she wanted. She didn't bother to ask where the others were. John and the other three had joined another group on camp on a canoeing trek. Brian and Tommy were happy to serve Lara keeping her to them selves. It also meant Clive could escape detention and go canoeing with John and the others.
It was getting too hot out in the sun and Lara had them move the lounger into the shade. "You had better put some sun tan cream on me. Here use this." She ordered.
Brian managed to snatch the bottle and after a short scuffle between them he kneeled beside her. "Yes, miss. Err. Where do you want it?"
"Over my back I can't reach." Lara hadn't thought to encourage them in anyway she was just used to being pampered. When she turned over she was about to tell them to do her legs. 'Good grief!' She thought. They stood there with tents in their trousers.
She was shocked. She didn't want them getting the wrong idea about her. They just weren't used to touching a sexy woman. It was too much for them to handle. The bikini showed off her gorgeous figure. Her slim waist emphasised the round mounds of her breasts which were firm and upright.
Boyfriends had commented on how firm her breasts were even without support. She often went without a bra under a t-shirt. Though it was her cute arse they admired most. If she was feeling in the mood to tease she would wear a string bottom to the bikini. More often than not it would be worn to get her what she wanted; it was amazing how men of any age could be influenced that way.
After a long day she walked into the main part of the dormitory to find they had all arrived back safe and sound. She clapped her hands for attention and her towel slipped off onto the floor. She still wore the bikini but their reaction was electric.
She felt their eyes on her body as they rolled over every swell, examining it in detail. She covered her breasts with an arm and quickly picked up the towel to hold it in front of herself. She wasn't a prude and could happily run around in a bikini in public but this was different.
A sudden feeling of shame overcame her. It took a moment to get her thoughts together enabling her to speak and take control again. Here in close proximity to these young men it felt wrong. She shook off the feeling thinking it was silly. She had them under her thumb and would keep it there. They were not going to get away with anything while she was in charge.
"Stop it now; you're just being mean young men. When a woman makes a mistake like that you must be gentlemen and avert your eyes. Now I have your attention listen carefully.
Clive you were supposed to be in detention not running off with the others. John you should have asked permission before taking the others off on a trip. What would happen to me if there had been an accident? You didn't think about that did you?
Look at the state of this place. Your all on detention till this place is cleared up. Clear up this mess before you go to dinner. I'll be out to inspect your work before you can go. If it's not up to standard you won't be eating dinner. Move, move, move!" She shouted.
Turning on her heel she marched back to her room. Gathering a shower kit she stopped a moment hearing them complaining through the ventilation grill. She opened it quietly to listen.
"We've got to do something about that teacher John. She's not letting us join in the activities. All the others are having loads of fun."
"OK! But what can we do? She's the teacher in charge. If we reveal Mr Hairy Lip has gone home ill we'll all be sent home as they won't let us stay with just one teacher. So what do we do about it?"
"I know what I'd like to do. I'd like to see more of her tits."
She recognised John's voice and was surprised.
"You better not let her hear you say that." Brian said.
