Hot Typing Teacher

When I was a senior in high school, we had a really hot young teacher that taught a typing class. I would say she was probably in her late twenties. She was tall with legs up to ‘there’ and all of us guys took typing just to be in her class. She’d always wear the shortest little skirts with the sexiest heels, or the tightest pants that she’d have pulled up and displaying her ‘anatomy’ well, if you get my meaning. She knew it drove us crazy. If one of us guys approached her during class when she was sitting at her desk, she’d always have her skirt hiked up and would sit with her legs parted just so we could see. I would literally leave her class every day with an erection and I saw that sometimes she’d notice. When we’d hand in our assignments, I began to be a bit daring and write her little notes at the bottom of my paper telling her how ‘hot’ I thought she was. I sat in the front row and her desk was right in front of me. Since it had a partition on the front of it, I couldn’t see up her skirt, but I had a good view of her feet up to about a foot or so above the floor. She hadn’t said anything about the notes I’d been writing her, but one day when the class was busy working on an assignment she’d given us, she saw me looking at her feet. She began spreading her legs and opening them further under her desk. I stared at her feet and where she had placed them, letting her know I was noticing. She caught my eye, gave me a little ‘smile’ and spread them further so that she was wrapping them around the bottom of her chair in a manner that was rather ‘erotic’ to say the least. She was wearing a really short skirt that day and she knew she was driving me crazy as I imagined the view under her desk. When she would notice me looking, she began doing this every day, and especially when she’d wear her short little skirts. She was really being a tease with it and it got to the point that I’d have to find something to cover the front of my jeans just to be able to walk out of her class. One day when the class was busy working on another assignment, she walked up behind me to watch how I was typing. This was something she would occasionally do to others as well, so no one was really paying much attention. I had leaned back in my seat a bit and had my arm partially hanging over the back of my chair. She was wearing a pair of her especially tight pants that day that might as well have been painted on. Suffice it to say they left little to the imagination and in all the right places. As she moved closer up behind me she leaned into the back of my chair and in doing so, she placed her crotch right into my elbow. She pressed her weight into it and pinned my arm between her body and the back of my chair. She continued to lean into my chair like this for a good five minutes, making small conversation and asking me how I was doing with the assignment; all the while pressing her crotch against my arm. From her position and where she was standing, it was not obvious to the rest of the class, but she and I were both very aware of what she was doing. With my arm being right between her legs, I could feel the intense heat of her body and it nearly had me exploding in my pants. The class was almost over at that point and I didn’t get to see her much after that. I now fantasize about what it would’ve been like if I would have pursued my attraction to her a bit more, and if she would have responded. Needless to say I didn’t wash my elbow for a month. I know if I met her today she’d be much older, but I’d still have wild sex with her. -Cliff, 42

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