1. Please Miss!


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: rifleman7805, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    stand without showing my obvious arousal to the world. Registration completed, Miss Smales gave us the work that she expected us to complete during the lesson and after a short while began to wander around the cl***room, checking on people’s progress, offering advice and making corrections. I tried to concentrate on the work in hand and to some extent I was succeeding, my erection starting to subside, when I smelled her perfume next to me, and felt her hair brush my cheek as she leaned over my shoulder. I felt the warm weight of her breast as it pressed against my back and the erection was back, hard, throbbing and about to explode. My breath caught in my throat and the pressure on my back eased as she came to the side of the desk. She spoke my name and as I turned my head to face her, I found myself staring straight down the open neck of her shirt at the swell of her breasts, partially enclosed in a white lacy bra. A thin film of sweat clung to the tanned skin of her cleavage and I could see the raised prominence of her nipples through the lace fabric. “Are you having any problems, Richard?” she asked. Her voice brought me back from my reverie and I looked up at her face, her blue eyes sparkling and the slight smile on her lips told me that she was very aware of where I’d been looking and that she was certain I was having problems, but not with the work. “Not really, Miss,” I said “but some of it needs careful reading to understand exactly what the author is trying to ...
    convey.” “ Very well, Richard, but if you need help, please ask rather than struggle.” She turned and walked back towards the front of the cl***room, her hips swaying in time to some rhythm only perceivable by her and sat back down, treating me to another wonderful view of her long, tanned legs and knicker gusset. By now, of course, my mind was no longer on the work in hand and the lesson passed quickly. I made a little progress with the assignment but by the time Miss Smales started her final round of the classroom to collect the work for marking, I was still a long way from finishing. “How are you getting on, Richard?” she asked when she reached my desk. “Not very well, Miss. I’ve still got a bit to do. I couldn’t understand some parts of the question.” I could hardly admit that the sight of her boobs and legs had put me off my stride . “How long do you think you’ll need to complete it? I’ve got to do some marking for the next hour, so if you want you can carry on with it, I’ll be available if you need to ask questions.” She turned to my friend sitting at the next desk. “Simon, could you pop to the school office and tell Richard’s mother that he’s got some work to finish and he’ll be about an hour late home, please?” The bell sounded for the end of lesson and the rest of the class departed, leaving me sat at my desk, trying to concentrate on completing the assignment and sneaking a glance up Miss Smales’ skirt when I thought she wasn’t looking. “You seem a little distracted ...
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