"I guess you know why I called you to my office, Tara."
Standing in front of Dean Wilson's desk your fingers play with the hem of your much too short school uniform skirt. Your blouse so tight against your obviously bra less tits, that every breath causes them to jiggle.
"No sir, Dean Wilson. What have I done wrong?"
He drops his hands to his desk and says "look at the way you're dressed Tara. Do you really think it is appropriate for school? Look in the mirror behind you."
You turn to look in the mirror fast enough so that your skirt twirls around you exposing the very tops of your thighs, just below your panties.
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed? I think I look hot."
"Tara! School is not the place to look hot. You're here to learn young lady. You're distracting my students, and that needs to stop."
"What do you mean distracting your students? I'm not doing anything wrong."
Looking at Dean Wilson behind his desk you know he's been watching you. Deciding to tease him some more you put your index finger in your mouth and close your lips around it. Sliding it in and out, between your full lips.
His eyes are fixated on your finger, imagining that it's his cock and not your finger you're sucking on.
"Tara, I decided to call your parents to come down to the office, but since they are out of town I got in touch with your Uncle Tom, and he should be here any minute, so just have a seat in that chair until he arrives."
"Oh goody!! I like Uncle Tom."
You sit in the chair opposite his desk, making sure to cross your legs in a way that gives him a very nice view of your legs, and if he wanted to look and even nicer view of those sexy boy shorts panties you're wearing.
After about five minutes of him trying not to look where he kept looking anyway, there is a knock on the door. Dean Wilson just looks at the door for a minute, like he can't get up, but you know why he can't get up right away. He's got a hard on from your teasing.
Thinking that if he moves fast enough you want notice the tent in his pants he jumps up and almost runs to the door letting me in.
Without even shaking my hand he turns away as I enter the office and almost trips trying to get behind his desk.
"UNCLE Tom!! I have missed you so much."
You throw your arms around me pressing your tits into my chest. Hugging you closer my hand slides over your ass as my hands run up and down you.
"It's great to see you too Tara. I have looking forward to you're staying with me this weekend. Now what did you do to get in trouble young girl?"
"Nothing Uncle Tom. I swear. Dean Wilson does not like the way I dress for school."
Standing back I look at you, dragging my eyes from your shiny black shoes, to your knee high socks, up those sexy legs, pausing at the hem of your skirt, before continuing along to your large tits behind that very thin white top, before finding my way to those full dick sucking lips of yours.
"What seems to be the problem with the way Tara's dressed, Dean Wilson? I think she looks very hot myself."
"Sir!! Your niece is not supposed to look hot at school. She is here to learn."
I sit down in the chair you were sitting in earlier across from his desk.
"OK Mr. Wilson, let's see if we can work out what the problem is here."
