My Education : Part 1

This story is fictional except the teacher did exist...

This was the last few months of my time at the High School, my sixth form years were almost over. Being one of the oldest in the class I been able to go into pubs and drink legally for the last few months, which meant the thrill of being caught here had disappeared, and now I long for something risky again. And I was shocked and thrilled to learn this would come from my History lessons.

It was a late Tuesday afternoon, and the end of the day meant a double lesson of History, which was not too bad. To be honest it was one of the small highlights of my sixth form years, not for the lesson as that bored me. But it was for the teacher, I had a crush on her since I was about 16 taking my History GCSE, in fact this was the only reason I was doing an A level in History as I knew she would be taking the classes. Now this may seem extreme, well yes it is, but at the time I was 18 and had hormones driving most of my actions in live. I remember in those days I was horny 24/7, well I guess I still am and I owe that to my teacher.

Well I got to the lesson early so I could get my usual seat at the front, unpacked my bag and got my textbooks laid out ready for the lesson to begin, just waiting for the door to open and then that sound. Even over the noises of the other students I could hear it, and it would make my blood pump, the hardest part was forcing myself not to turn round and look and just wait. There it was the door had closed and then the click of metal onto the concrete floor, just hearing the steady click click as the teacher slowly walked to her desk. It was getting louder the temptation to look to see what outfit she was wearing was almost overpowering, but I forced myself to look forward to wait. Louder and louder the clicking got, ideas of what outfit she would be wearing running through my head, would it be a knee length skirt and suit, or would it be a flowing summer dress. I so wanted to look, to put my mind out of its misery, but no just a few more seconds and I would see.

Suddenly the clicking of her heels stopped, and I could hear her talking to a students a few desks back. It was driving me wild now, my hormones going wild, my hard-on almost hurting from the hardness. I had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself. Then the sounds of those heels clicking again, it was like music, and then she walked into view, and she looked amazing as always.

She turns around and faces the classroom, her slit on her grey knee length skirt lifting just slightly to show a silk white slip underneath, and the noise of the heels stop. I take this moment to take in the full outfit, she is wearing a white single breasted jacket, buttoned up just showing a hint of the white satin blouse on underneath. The cut of the jacket hides any view of the bra, my imagination filling in the blanks for me. In my mind I see a lace cream half cup bra, almost see through with delicate embroidered flowers and a cream silk bow between the underwired cups. Then I move down to the knee length straight cut skirt, already the sight of the slip has my heart racing, and I yearn to see the skirt full away to reveal more. Then I see those wonderful legs wrapped in white nylon, I dream that these are stockings with large lace tops held up with silver metal claps and a garter belt. And finally I settle my eyes on those wonderful instruments that started my heart racing with the music they played, her white heeled pumps. The heels are ultra thin 5 inch stiletto heels with a quarter inch silver metal end, which match the silver necklace and earrings being partly obscured by her long black hair.

Now I settle back and just admire the whole picture of the wonderful women, so sexy so alluring. Her C cup breasts on her small petite frame and her small height of 5 foot 2 makes all her curves wonderful to look and a desire to touch and kiss. Her heels look much higher due to her height, it almost as though she is just teetering on falling over, her feet looking so beautiful in those heels, making every inch of her visible legs so beautiful her tight calf muscles stretching the fabric or her stockings.

What feels like an age admiring this woman is only a few moments, and I need to calm myself as I have a double lesson to take in the sight of this wonderful creature and let my mind play.

Her voice stops the whole class and she starts the lesson, it almost as though she is talking from far away as my mind starts to play. 

She then moves round to her desk and gets out the mock exam result from last week and passes them out, when she gets to me she drops it on the desk I see a big red F, this is the third bad grade in History. I failed, and she looks and says she wants to see me at the end of the lesson to discuss this. It’s a disaster, I failed I cannot fail I need good grades to get into my University, I start to panic.

Throughout the rest of the lesson I am distracted not by the teacher as normal, but now by my results. Has my crush on this teacher resulted in the rest of my plans being screwed up; I start to realise that things are not going well. The rest of the lesson goes in a blur, and worry settles in. I do not hear the bell go, instead it when the other students start packing up and leaving I realise the lesson is over. Slowly the students disappear and the finally then classroom is empty apart from me and the teacher. She gets up from her desks and walks to the door and puts up the detention sign outside and closes the door.

The sound of her heels clicking for the first time brings a feeling of dread to myself. When she reaches her desk, instead of walking round and sitting down, she stops and turn around and leans against it and looks at me. She does not look happy and I start to panic more, with her looking down at me I start to feel very worried.

Her voice sounds serious and stern; she starts to ask if I am having problems keeping up, if the work is too hard. I start to explain no, and she then asks why I am failing the exams and course work. I start to say I do not know, I am not sure why when I notice she is playing with the hem of her skirt. I get totally distracted and loose track of what I was saying. She looks at me and says she concerned that if this trend of bad grades follows it could result in a failing my A level. 

She says she spoken with my other teachers and it seems it’s only this one that I am failing in, as she saying this she hoops up onto the desks and crosses her legs. Her skirt has ridden up a couple of inches and the bottom of her slip is visible and she has let one her heels slip so it just playfully swinging on her toes. My mind is totally distracted my hard-on is back in moments and my eyes are memorised to her legs, my mind racing just imagine my hands running up the inside of her leg feeling the smoothness of her stockings my fingers reaching her slip, when I hear her shout at me. I bought back to reality.

She looks at me again and says she thinks she knows what the problem is; I always seem to be day dreaming in her class. She asks if she is the problem, or if the subject does not simulate me enough, or if I find her teaching skills boring. She suggests perhaps I should change teachers, I look at her and spurt/shout out NO, and I can see she is smiling. She just looks at me and smiles a wicked little smile; to this day even thinking about this moment gets my heart racing. Still smiling she says if a change of class is out of the question, then she believes she knows what the problem is and will help; she then asks me if she can help me. As she asks I can see her fingers just lightly running up and down her leg, I was not sure if she was teasing me or not, but she still had that little smile. Only half hearing I say yes, and she says great then lets get started, I want you to write and 2 page essay on today lesson, and I give you half an hour. My heart dropped I thought for a moment that my fantasy had come true but it had not, so I set about writing the essay. As I started she dropped down from her desk, her slip disappearing from view and my fantasy also, and she slowly walked around to her desk and sat down. I started to write the essay and just occasionally grabbed from myself a look at the teacher, who now was happily reading a magazine. From my favourite seat I could get a good view under the desk and could she those heels and those fantastic legs, again my mind gets distracted and I imagine running my hands over those legs. But I am aware of the time and start to work on my essays trying hard to get back into my teachers good books and also recover my A Level. For the first time in a long while I forget about my teacher and get to work, but after a few minutes a noise disturbs me and I look up. I can clearly see the teacher has kicked of one of her heels and is quite happily rubbing her foot up and down her leg; I look up and can see she is quite clearly daydreaming herself. I also notice for the first time that she has un-buttoned her jacket and part of bra is clearly visible, it is not like the one I imagined, it is far batter. It looks to be of a cream colour with a purple flowering pattern, and parts are quite clearly see-through. All thoughts of the paper are clearly disappearing from my mind, I find writing the last half page very hard. As half my time is spent writing and the other watching the teacher daydream, I consider these catches of her as rewards for each sentence I write. My mind is half racing with fantasies, from the touch of her silken legs, to kissing of her soft lips, to the sweet taste of her wet pussy. I am obsessed, and I love it. I start to watch her more and notice now her foot is running up and down her leg faster, and her breathing become more noticeable. Her skirt has ridden up again and her slip is completely visible, I stop all work on the essay and just watch the teacher, the failing grades all suddenly seem to be worth it, my hard-on is back with revenge, so hard it hurts. I am actually wishing the lesson can be over soon so I can get out of her and relief myself while dreaming about this wonderful detention, when the buzzer goes saying my half hour is up. It seems to startle the teacher more than me, as she quickly slips her shoe back on straighten out her skirt, she looks at me and asks if I have finished the work, and walks over her jacket still open. As she walks over I can she her blouse is completely see-through and can see that her belly button has a lovely purple stud in it, it matches the bra perfectly, and the bra is more visible, the purple patterns are small roses and the designed perfectly swirling all in to the centre of the cup, drawing the eye to her erect nipples which are just visible through the fabric.

She sits down next to me; my mind is a mess all over the place half day dreaming and half listening. She starts to read the essay making a few notes here and there, myself leaning forward trying to capture a better glimpse of those her breasts so wonderful hidden from view in all her lessons until now. I can almost feel my hand reaching out to gently touch one, forcing myself not too. I then hear her start to ask about a few lines in the essay and what this is in reference to, I look at the lines she pointing at and my heart stops, she has underlined the sentence, I yearn to touch those legs so soft, to trace the places were her foot is now. I start to spurt something out when I feel her hand on my leg, her other hand on my chin lightly raising my gaze to face her. I suspected this was the problem all along, and there again is the smile. I now feel her fingers on my leg lightly circling. She looks at me again if you want I can help, do you want my help. I stumble in my words and just say yes, and even before I finish I feel her lips on mine as she gentle kisses and softly bites my lower lip.

She pulls away and asks me to stand up, I do so almost without thought I feel like I am trapped in a wonderful spell. I can feel her eyes on my body and see the look of approval as her eyes see my hard-on, she tells me to sit and stands herself, and steps forward so she is only inches from me. She takes my hands and places them on her legs, do they feel as soft as I imagined, I just look up unable to answer, and she smiles and says I think so as well. She guides my hands up and down her legs, never going beyond the hem of her skirt, the feeling is wonderful it like little electrical shocks tingling all over my palms. I continue to run my hands gentle on her nylon legs forcing every moment into memory, and I realise she has released the grip on them my eyes all this time focused on my hands and the legs. I look up and can see she has pulled her skirt up several inches revealing her slip, my fingers just gently touching the bottom enjoying the contrast in the feeling, and then I see she has opened her blouse and is running her fingers over one of her cups, her nipples now erect and very visible, her breathing as deepened. 

She looks at me and tells me to put my hands down by my side, I obey without thinking. She now runs her hands over her skirt, and slowly pulls it up showing more and more of her stockings, the hint of a lace top just visible. She asks if I like what I see and if she should continue, I am unable to talk completely transfixed by the sight in front of me and just nod my head. She continues to pull her skirt up and now her clasps of her garter belt are visible, the light reflecting of the silver clasps.

She tells me to stand and sits down on my chair her skirt now up by her waist, her slip partly covering the top of her stockings, but her metal clasps and lace tops are still quite visible, her jacket is now open her bra visible through her blouse now. She gentle runs one hand over the top of her leg telling her the feeling of the lace and nylon makes her so wet. She has known for a while that I also had similar thoughts of her, and how that has made her even more wet and hot. She gentle pinches her nipples with her other hand, making them erect. And tells me it time I got some relief. 

She leans forwards and undoes my belt and trousers and lets them fall to the floor, then she gentle rubs her hand up and down my hard-on through my boxers, I hold my breath and she tells me to relax, and then gentle slides my boxers down. My hard-on coming into full vision, she smiles and garbs my penis at the base and places a light kiss on the head of my penis, a small amount of pre-cum is left on her lips which is licked away as she quietly moans. Her hand then starts to slowly masturbate me, while her other hand gently strokes my balls. All the time I looking down at my teacher seeing her hands all over my penis, and seeing her skirt up by her waist and those lovely stockings wrapped around her legs. As she moves her hand up and down she starts to tap her heels on the floor, and my penis jumps each time. She smiles at me and takes her eyes of my hard-on and looks at me, and asks if I like the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. I am completely unable to talk and just mumble between my gentle moans and nod again. Again that wicked smile returns and says she like man who can appreciate a woman love of heels and stockings, and says she has a surprise for me and to tell her when I very close to Cumming. She changes her seating slightly so her legs are now crossed and that I can see her feet in her shoes and all the time she keeps her hand gentle masturbating my head, every now and again rubbing her finger over my head playing with my pre-cum, her hand stops stroking my balls for a while and she starts to run her fingers over her pussy through the fabric of her panties, which are now very wet. She then runs her fingers over my head again and slips a finger under her panties, moments later appearing soaked in her own juices. She then places the finger at my lips which I eagerly lick and suck on while she does the same with her own finger tasting my pre-cum, we both whimper and moan gentle to each other. 

She then returns her fingers to her pussy and pulls her panties completely to one side and while holding my raging hard-on masturbates herself to an orgasm, all the time biting her lip as to not make any loud noises as to bring attention to what is going on in the classroom. As she comes close to her orgasm her whole bodies start to shake her finger is now dancing all over the head of my penis, her breathing stops and her orgasm erupts though her body. She take her fingers and licks the tips and then places them at my lips which I again suck on while she begins to masturbate me hard this time, all the time her breathing still hard from her own orgasm. I can feel my orgasm building and let her know, she quickly slips of one of her heels and while still wanking me hard places the head of my penis in her shoe and tells me she wants to see me cum in her shoe. I look slightly stunned by this but am beyond the stage now, and she just looks me in the eyes and says she really loves the idea and knowing that she be wearing these shoes again will make her wet just putting them on. With that I come hard into her shoe, and her gaze switches quickly to seeing my cum explode inside her shoe I can see her body rocking again from what looks like another orgasm, while I continue to cum inside her shoe Cumming harder than I ever have before feeling like it will almost not stop. My legs are shaking now and finally I lean back onto the desk and can see the inside of her shoe is covered in my cum, she leans forwards and gentle licks the head of my penis clean. She sits back and licks her lips, again smiling. She then takes her shoe titling it back to the heel and watches as my cum slowly pools together, her other hand fingering her own pussy again, making herself soaking wet and bringing herself to another orgasm, slowly raises the heel to her lips and opens her mouth, and just as she begins her orgasm pours the cum down her throat gently moaning as swallows it. She then get licks her finger tasting her juices from her wet pussy, and runs it around the inside of her shoe making sure she gets every last drop of my cum and then sucks it clean. All the time I am just leaning against the desk in my own post orgasm bliss watching my teacher do this, something beyond my own wildest dreams. 

She then slides the shoe back onto her foot stands-up and begins to straighten herself out, pulling her skirt and slip back down concealing the stockings top once again. She then runs her hand once more over my penis which is still rock hard gentle licks the finger. And says that she thinks that I still need extra help and should arrange for out of hours lessons with her, and do I think that a good idea. I just nod and say yes, she smiles and kisses me while she gentle runs a finger up and down my penis.