New pants please

As she walked back into the classroom at the end of the day, Tyler was back at his desk. He had managed to clean himself up and dry his jeans in the bathroom after Miss Anderson had sent him to the nurse’s office. The boxers looked to be a lost cause and he buried them in with all of the used paper towels where they wouldn’t be found.

“Feeling better are we?” she giggled slightly.

“Yes miss,” he mumbled, “Err, I was hoping I could re-take the test now.”

“Of course…” she smiled slyly back at him, “let me just just get your paper and you can get started…”

As he sat back down to start she remarked. “I’ve set the timer back to the full hour. I don’t remember quite how long we’d been going for but uh… I know it wasn’t very long…” she stifled her giggle but but couldn’t hide the smile on her face as Tyler blushed at the implication that she knew what had happened.

Again, she leant over the desk to let him check out her derriere again. “I bet you’re wondering if the rumours are true aren’t you…” she thought. “Maybe I should let you know.”

The fun part about the game was, how can he say anything? Sure, you can tell someone that your teacher flashed you in class, but how are they going to prove that? They can’t ask her to just lift her skirt and prove she wasn’t wearing panties. So it’s just the claim of a horny teenager that he saw up his teacher’s skirt against her.

She began writing on the board for tomorrow’s class. She could feel he was  staring at her but trying not to make it obvious, so as she set the chalk down, she casually flicked it to the floor…

“Whoops…”

She checked back to see that he was looking, parted her legs and bent over to pick it up. Her heart was racing almost as fast as his was. The thought of him watching, the thought of getting caught, it was so exhilarating she was almost trembling. As she felt herself starting to get wet, she mused to herself, “it’s showtime sweetheart… curtain’s up…”

As her skirt rode up to unveil the dream of every adolescent boy, he groaned again as for the second time today, he plastered the inside of his jeans with his load. Without his boxers on the stain was even more visible straight away. Humiliated beyond belief, he hung his head as he tried to regain his composure.

Miss Anderson was exceptionally pleased with her work. The same boy twice in one day, a rare achievement indeed. She walked to his desk and slammed down on it.

“What were you staring at?!” she demanded. He daredn’t speak to her. How do you tell your teacher you just looked up her skirt and that you just came in your pants? 

“I think you should keep your eyes on your work Tyler. You don’t want to know what happens to boys I catch trying to peek up my skirt in class. They tend to find themselves very embarrassed in front of their peers. So I think you should be a touch more respectful in my lessons.”

She paused for a second to soak up his expression and the mess he had once again made for her. It was only fair, he would be committing this to memory for later; so why shouldn’t she?

She sat back down at her desk, now almost as desperate to get out of there as he was. “Now you get back to the test, I have to rush home as soon as you’re finished to take care of a… personal matter…”

Fucking my brains out with the biggest vibrator I can find…