Teacher’s fantasy lust pt 1
of
Bee
genre
lesbian
I was so pleased when I landed a job as a NQT at a girls grammar school. I was given my own small office in the oldest Victorian building of the school which was in the geography and history block.
Some of the rooms were no longer used and the building has the feel of a gothic movie set or a museum.
My office was quite large and doubled- up as a junk storage room for all those things that no one had ever got round to sorting out and throwing away.
Weirdly my room had three doors entering into it, one from the corridor which I used, and another two which were locked to which I didn’t have a key.
In between marking and planning lessons I started to sort through the various boxes and discarded stuff. The caretaker, Miss Coombes, had given me permission to dispose of stuff as I saw fit, and had given me a key to rubbish compound.
Girls from years 11 and 12 would occasionally help me carry the bulky items to be disposed of or to be recycled. Some of the more helpful students were prefects, others complained about having to assist in this dirty task, when they could be doing a more fun activity.
One late Friday afternoon I retired mentally exhausted to my office and turned the large key in the lock, I just wanted to be left alone. Thankfully my office was almost empty of all clutter, all that was left was the contents of the large fitted cupboard in the corner. I pulled open the loathe double wooden doors, to take on this last bit of the task. I had had enough of students and teaching for the day and wanted to do something completely different. I grabbed hold of a large cardboard box from a shelf and placed it on my desk. It had the words ‘Old Uniform’ written on it. It had often been the case when clearing my room, that what the box said belied what was actually inside. But in this case it was correctly labelled. I pulled out the neatly folded clothing one piece at a time. I had heard that the school had changed the uniform from a traditional navy blue dress and matching blazer to the current light blue skirts and jumpers about 5 years ago. Going by what was in the box, sport and PE kit had also changed from navy stretchy shorts and airtex white shirts and black leotards.
Just why these had not been got rid of at the time, maybe they were kept for a theatrical production?
Handling and seeing the items took me back to my school days some 5 years ago. I was taken back to the changing rooms, and the sights and smell of my classmates and I getting ready for games and undressing and showering afterwards. I secretly had a crush on a couple of my classmates but nothing ever came of it. In fsct I only ever had one boyfriend at Uni and never had any experiences with women, despite being a bit curious!
I realised that I was a bit turned on! Clearly my thoughts of my time at my girls’ private school and the uniforms has triggered something. I found my hand pushing between my legs crushing my dress and french knickers against my moist and excited secret place. Within seconds I was on the verge of a massive orgasm, my other hand grasped at my breasts and pulled open the top buttons of my dress, and then plunged inside my bra, to find an erect nipple.
Then The mixture of warm June evening, exotic thoughts and general pent-up feelings and frustration led me to doing something out if character. I quickly kicked off my shoes, pulled off my dress, slipped down and off my knickers and pulled off my bra. I was naked!
I was no imagining I was back at school in the changing room. I quickly put on one of the blouses and pulled on one of the navy dresses, they fitted as my size had not increased, still a size 10!
I then pulled on the shorts, and a pair of white long socks, and put my sensible shies back on. I was now looking the part. One final thing to do was to realise my long brown hair from its ponytail and I’m a teenager again.
I then paraded up and down in a sexy manner, something I had bever done at school. I then had a ‘conversation’ with the two girls I had a crush on. They confided in me that they had ‘experimented’ sexually with each other at a sleepover.. they assured me that it was natural and nothing to be ashamed at, and hat such activities did not mean that they were lesbians! I agreed.
They then suggested I got undressed with them and got ready for gymnastics. To my horror they started to undress me, my hands playing the part of theirs. My dress was the first to go, they then took off my blouse. One cupped and squeezed my breasts, and said I was naughty for not wearing a bra! The other was rubbing my ‘pussy’ as she called it. They had soon stripped me and I pulled on the tight leotard, which was a far too small for me, and thus did not cover my bottom and accentuated my pussy, leaving not much to the imagination.
We then went through our exercises before retiring to the changing room, I lay back on my desk. Pulled the leotard down to expose my breasts, and pulled the crotch aside so I could finger myself vigorously, pretending that my crushes were watching me and joining in!
Some of the rooms were no longer used and the building has the feel of a gothic movie set or a museum.
My office was quite large and doubled- up as a junk storage room for all those things that no one had ever got round to sorting out and throwing away.
Weirdly my room had three doors entering into it, one from the corridor which I used, and another two which were locked to which I didn’t have a key.
In between marking and planning lessons I started to sort through the various boxes and discarded stuff. The caretaker, Miss Coombes, had given me permission to dispose of stuff as I saw fit, and had given me a key to rubbish compound.
Girls from years 11 and 12 would occasionally help me carry the bulky items to be disposed of or to be recycled. Some of the more helpful students were prefects, others complained about having to assist in this dirty task, when they could be doing a more fun activity.
One late Friday afternoon I retired mentally exhausted to my office and turned the large key in the lock, I just wanted to be left alone. Thankfully my office was almost empty of all clutter, all that was left was the contents of the large fitted cupboard in the corner. I pulled open the loathe double wooden doors, to take on this last bit of the task. I had had enough of students and teaching for the day and wanted to do something completely different. I grabbed hold of a large cardboard box from a shelf and placed it on my desk. It had the words ‘Old Uniform’ written on it. It had often been the case when clearing my room, that what the box said belied what was actually inside. But in this case it was correctly labelled. I pulled out the neatly folded clothing one piece at a time. I had heard that the school had changed the uniform from a traditional navy blue dress and matching blazer to the current light blue skirts and jumpers about 5 years ago. Going by what was in the box, sport and PE kit had also changed from navy stretchy shorts and airtex white shirts and black leotards.
Just why these had not been got rid of at the time, maybe they were kept for a theatrical production?
Handling and seeing the items took me back to my school days some 5 years ago. I was taken back to the changing rooms, and the sights and smell of my classmates and I getting ready for games and undressing and showering afterwards. I secretly had a crush on a couple of my classmates but nothing ever came of it. In fsct I only ever had one boyfriend at Uni and never had any experiences with women, despite being a bit curious!
I realised that I was a bit turned on! Clearly my thoughts of my time at my girls’ private school and the uniforms has triggered something. I found my hand pushing between my legs crushing my dress and french knickers against my moist and excited secret place. Within seconds I was on the verge of a massive orgasm, my other hand grasped at my breasts and pulled open the top buttons of my dress, and then plunged inside my bra, to find an erect nipple.
Then The mixture of warm June evening, exotic thoughts and general pent-up feelings and frustration led me to doing something out if character. I quickly kicked off my shoes, pulled off my dress, slipped down and off my knickers and pulled off my bra. I was naked!
I was no imagining I was back at school in the changing room. I quickly put on one of the blouses and pulled on one of the navy dresses, they fitted as my size had not increased, still a size 10!
I then pulled on the shorts, and a pair of white long socks, and put my sensible shies back on. I was now looking the part. One final thing to do was to realise my long brown hair from its ponytail and I’m a teenager again.
I then paraded up and down in a sexy manner, something I had bever done at school. I then had a ‘conversation’ with the two girls I had a crush on. They confided in me that they had ‘experimented’ sexually with each other at a sleepover.. they assured me that it was natural and nothing to be ashamed at, and hat such activities did not mean that they were lesbians! I agreed.
They then suggested I got undressed with them and got ready for gymnastics. To my horror they started to undress me, my hands playing the part of theirs. My dress was the first to go, they then took off my blouse. One cupped and squeezed my breasts, and said I was naughty for not wearing a bra! The other was rubbing my ‘pussy’ as she called it. They had soon stripped me and I pulled on the tight leotard, which was a far too small for me, and thus did not cover my bottom and accentuated my pussy, leaving not much to the imagination.
We then went through our exercises before retiring to the changing room, I lay back on my desk. Pulled the leotard down to expose my breasts, and pulled the crotch aside so I could finger myself vigorously, pretending that my crushes were watching me and joining in!
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