It all started back in high school, I was sixteen at the time, I had a teacher named Mrs. Ferril. The first day I laid eyes on her, I almost melted in my seat, and I am sure every other guy in our class felt the same. She was gorgeous. She was about 5'2, 110 pounds, short blonde hair, blue eyes, not the biggest breasts, but well proportioned and wore glasses, that made her look innocent.
The way she used to dress most of the time distracted me a lot, and was very hard to concentrate. She used to dress very professional, in like business suits, pencil skirts, silk blouses, blazers, just all around business like. I noticed that most of her suits and skirts were tight most of the time, but she had the perfect body for them.
A lot of times when I was in her class, I could not stop staring at her and her perfect tight ass. Most of the time I could see her panty lines on her skirt, knowing that she wasn't a thong wearing lady. She was gorgeous.
I was failing her class and I was always caught fidgeting and not paying attention. She was a very good teacher, always helping out someone who was having difficulty with their assignment.
To my luck the girl who sat in front of me, who was gorgeous also had trouble with the subject all year. She was always close to me, bending down in front of me. I had some great views of her hot tight ass, and the nice tight skirts she liked to wear.
I fantasized a lot about her at school and at home. I could not get her out of my mind, and still think about her to this day. Lots of times she caught me not paying attention, and would make me stay after school, which I didn't mind at all, because the gorgeous girl in front of me was usually there getting help also.
I would sit there and fantasize about what she was wearing under those skirts, sexy lace, silk, satin, cotton panties.What colour they were, or if they were bikini style, boyshorts, etc. I would wonder if she had garters, stockings or pantyhose on.
I had a hard on a lot in her class. I know, quite a few times she caught me checking her out. When she would stand in front of me to help me, I would try and look down her blouse or top, hoping not to get caught.
One day a guy bet me ten dollars to try and slip my hand up her skirt a little and not get caught, while she was bent over helping the girl in front of me. It took me a while to get the courage to do it. A few weeks later, she came to class dressed as sexy as always. I had to do it. She wore a skirt down to her knees that was well fitted around that hot ass of hers, a tight white blouse, a pair of black stockings and high heels.
She came over to help the girl in front of me, and she was bent right over in front of me. My cock was twitching, the sight was unbelievable, I could see the panty lines on her sexy skirt.
So, I slowly reached over and slid my hand past my wrist up her skirt for a few seconds. I wish I would have gone all the way up to her hot succulent pussy.
I won the ten dollars, the guy who bet me and a few pupils in the class could not believe what I just did, and I did not get caught. Thinking about it now, I wish I did get caught.
Fantasy Part:
As she straightened up, my hand touched the inside of her hot stocking covered legs, and she turned around and looked at me, and yelled,
"What do you think you are doing? I want you to stay after class, we need to talk."
My face went beet red from embarrassment, and her face was red from being pissed off. I thought she would have sent me down to the principal's office for a suspension.
Till the class ended, I could not look at her, and when I did, she gave me some dirty looks. After class, everyone left.
She looked at me and said, "Come up and sit in the front desk and on your way up lock the door please."
I knew I was in trouble, and thought holy shit, I'm done.
She wanted to know why I did it, and I must have been the colour of a tomato, I was so embarrassed. At first I just sat there and didn't know what to say, but then she asked me, "What were you thinking? I want to know why you did what you did?"
I answered, "Well, Mrs. Ferrill, I have to admit I have a huge crush on you, and I cannot stop thinking about you. The way you dress drives me crazy, I think you are really hot and sexy."
Her mouth dropped, she was going red, and I knew so was I. I could see her squirm in her seat, and I was trying not to look at her hot stocking covered legs.
She answered, "Well I am married for one, and secondly I am about ten years older than you,"
She got up and came and sat on the edge of her desk about four feet in front of me, I could feel my cock get hard. She said, "What do you like about how I dress?"
"Well, I love the tight skirts and tops you wear, and I always fantasize about whats underneath.
