The school bell had rung for the last time before the summer holidays and as the sound of the bell echoed around the empty corridors and deserted grounds of the school Miss Trottle was alone in her classroom sorting out books and papers to take back with her. Miss Trottle was in her late 20s with shoulder length brown hair which curled as it touched her shoulders. The years (and college) had given her a few extra pounds but she still had the attractive figure of a real woman, slender legs leading to the soft curves of her shapely thighs and womanly hips.
The male members of all her older classes often noticed her figure; her round breasts which tended to look a size too big for her occasional choice of tops, her soft, full ass encased in slightly tight skirts, and especially her fabulous legs. She followed a couple easy steps to great looking legs, and it showed.
Of course, one of the oldest tricks in the book for adding height and creating a lean look starts with a great pair of high heel shoes. Heels certainly had Miss Trottle standing taller both literally and figuratively. Her sculpted heels lengthened her legs and accentuated her foot’s arch, helping to create a sexy, sculpted leg.
Hosiery helped create a smooth, even-toned leg. Miss Trottle wore pantyhose most of the time. First of all, they looked good; they evened out skin tone, hid marks, bruises, bumps, scrapes, scars, nicks, veins, pimples, wrinkles, sags, tan lines and a variety of other unsightly minor imperfections that most womens’ legs had. She also found that they felt good – especially after just shaving her legs and putting on a pair of silky pantyhose; she enjoyed the nice feel of them sliding up her legs.
Although they could be a little uncomfortable, especially in the summer, and the sheer fabric was prone to tears, Miss Trottle thought the benefits were well worth the occasional inconvenience.
One of the biggest reasons she wore them, of course, is that men like them. She got a lot more attention from men (and boys) if she was wearing a pair of pantyhose with a nice skirt and heels than when she went bare legged. It was obvious to her that most men liked the look. She didn’t know what was going on in their heads; she just knew it was true.
For a taste of that old Hollywood glamour, she would sometimes pull on a pencil skirt to showcase her legs. The undeniable classic put focus on her legs without revealing too much.
She was well aware of the attractiveness of her legs, and wasn’t afraid to show them off a little. It was no wonder she was one of the most popular teachers in the school among the older male students.
Secretly Miss Trottle liked the adolescent attention (as long as it didn’t distract too much from the lessons) and she always found it amusing trying to guess which one of the boys had got hard in class, also it didn’t do any harm when she needed a strong pair of hands to help as there were always plenty of eager volunteers. On a number of occasions Miss Trottle had seen a bulge in a boys trousers as she walked around the class collecting work, this always made her a little wet. More than once while sitting behind her desk, she had let her hand slip up her skirt in class after she had accidentally brushed against one of her students who was pitching a trouser tent.
Miss Trottle was about to close her bag and put her coat on when she heard some footsteps that sounded like they were coming from the end of her corridor. Miss Trottle stopped for a moment to listen, she had thought she was one of the last to leave and assumed it might be the janitor. The footsteps grew louder so Miss Trottle walked over to the door and pushed it open just enough to peer out down the corridor to see who was there.
Miss Trottle saw the shapes of two boys, the early evening sun shining from directly behind them through a large window at the end of the corridor. “What are you doing still in school? Haven’t you got homes to go to?” called Miss Trottle to the shapes.
“Oh… hello Miss T,” replied a slightly surprised voice. Apparently Miss Trottle had not been the only one to assume she was alone in that part of the building.
The boys approached Miss Trottle’s classroom door. She recognized them as 2 of her sixth period class, Steve Elmore and Rich Stubbs.
“Steve here lost his sports bag, its ok… he’d only left it in the changing room but we were half way to his house before he realized he hadn’t got it. He’s getting forgetful now that he’s old and leaving school,” said Rich in a playful mock tone.
“I actually hadn’t thought about this but we probably wont see you again now will we?” said Steve.
“I don’t expect so, well I’ll probably be around on results day,” Miss Trottle replied.
“Hey, schools ended, so you aren’t our teacher anymore – Rich has some beers in his bag, we were going to stop at the park and celebrate leaving school, u wanna….”
Miss Trottle stepped out of the classroom and past the 2 boys to look around the corner, no one was there… she stopped for a second and listened…. Nothing.
Miss Trottle thought for a second, she could do with a drink, whenever she had a difficult day at school it was usually straight home for a glass of wine or a beer for her. Technically I’d be doing nothing wrong, the teacher thought while pondering the situation, the bell had rung and these boys were no longer her students, also she thought that one of them was probably 18 by now.
“Oh sure, I suppose I could have one, but be quiet. How much beer have you got in there?” she said, slightly surprised as the boys walked in to her empty classroom and started unpacking cans and bottles from a sports bag.
“I see why you walked all the way back to school to get this now, I was wondering why you were going to such lengths to get some sweaty rugby kit.”
The boys grinned, Steve tossed a beer to Rich a little over enthusiastically, Rich missed the catch and the beer landed on the floor after hitting a desk on the way. He picked it up and opened it just as Miss Trottle yelled “Don’t open that now!”
Fizzzzz! It was too late, Miss Trottle caught the full spray of the excited beer can and most of it went over her white top exposing the shape of a white bra and what Steve thought was the out line of her left nipple. Her blouse started to cling to her breasts so much so that the boys could see the color of her skin.
“Mong!” She said looking at Rich who could see the teacher wasn’t really upset as she was allowing a slightly mischievous grin to creep over her face.
“Sorry Miss T,” Rich replied in a sheepish tone, although he to was struggling to contain a grin as he, like Steve could not believe they were staring at their teacher with a wet white blouse clinging to her heaving breasts, leaving very little to the imagination.
Miss Trottle turned her back on the boys, and to their amazement, started to unbutton her blouse, slipping it down her back, her dark brown hair fell over the back of her shoulders as she tossed her hair and pulled her jacket on over her white bra. Hanging the blouse over a radiator she turned to look at the boys who had remained silent throughout.
“What’s wrong with you two?” asked Miss Trottlealthough she knew exactly what this must be doing to them.
“…..uh, nothing Miss T.” It was finally Steve who pulled himself together enough to speak.
Taking a large gulp from the can she was holding Miss Trottle subtly glanced at Steve’s trousers where she noticed a good amount of bulging which defiantly wasn’t there before. Smiling to herself, she sat on the edge of the teacher’s desk, crossing her legs and allowing her short skirt to ride even further up her thighs. Miss Trottle leant back on one arm while she used the other to continue to drink the beer.
Rich and Steve were now sitting at the front of the classroom; Rich was gulping away at a can of beer with his legs up on the desk. Rich was staring at her openly up on the desk. He was well built with short brown hair. Ever since Miss Trottle had been teaching at that school, Rich had always been the 1st to volunteer when something needed doing, he would even carry her things to her car on a regular basis and stay behind after class to help tidy.
Steve was quite stocky although very muscular; he had played Rugby for the school team and was recently invited to join the county youth team. He was generally polite but tended to be a little bit of a smartass in class. Even though, these two guys were defiantly among Miss Trottle’s favorites.
The conversation got gradually easier as more alcohol was consumed, covering all sorts of subjects; memories from school, what they all thought of some of the other teachers.
“....and you know what fell out when I picked up Mr. Brides prescription bag for him?? A month’s supply of Viagra” said Miss Trottle in a fit of laughter.
The three laughed and passed cutting comments about their principle as they continued to knock back the beer.
“Well…” said Miss T, “It’s about time to get out of here I think, my blouse is pretty much dry” she added, throwing an accusatory glance towards Rich who simply sat there with a stupid grin on his face.
She walked over to the radiator where her blouse was looking much less soggy. As she felt the fabric, she slipped her coat off and stood there for a second holding the blouse dressed only in her black skirt and white bra, her back to the boys.
She thought for a minute and instead of putting the blouse back on, slowly turned around and started walking towards her desk again. “On second thoughts, let’s have another drinky!” She said, “We have a good hour before the doors lock, and the last I saw of the janitor, he was heading to the bar down the road so we’ve got the place to ourselves.”
The boys sat perfectly still, looking at Miss Trottle resuming her place on her desk leaning over it but this time without her coat covering to cover her. Glancing at Rich who was the closest to her he noticed not only a marked change in the way he was sitting but also that he had become slightly flushed.
“What’s the matter Rich?” Miss Trottle asked coyly.
“Nothing,” came the rather breathy reply.
“Grab another beer for me will you then,” she said with that mischievous grin starting to creep across her face again as Rich slowly stood up.
“Oooh my,” exclaimed Miss Trottle as she saw a huge bulge in Rich's trousers as he walked towards her with a can.
Rich bent over slightly to hide what was trying to escape from his trousers but it didn’t do much good. Steve remained seated not even bothering to stifle his laughter now that he had a few drinks inside.
As Miss Trottle took the can from Rich she let her finger quickly run up his arm to the top of his chest then let it slowly fall down brushing along the bulge in his trousers before she withdrew it.
“Looks uncomfortable,” said Miss Trottle with a false look of concern, “Wouldn’t that feel much better if you took off your trousers?” she asked.
“I can’t do that,” replied Rich in what he meant to be a joking voice but ended up sounding positively shocked.
“How about you take off your skirt,” suggested Steve, “and we’ll take off our pants.”
Miss Trottle sat up on the desk and started to slide the zip down on the side of her black skirt as the boys mouths fell open and their eyes bugged out in excited amazement.
She stopped with a giggle and stood back up off the desk, zipping her skirt back up.
“Stand up Steve, lets see if you have an abnormal growth anywhere,” she said gesturing towards his desk.
Steve slowly came over and stood directly in front of Rich and Miss Trottle.
As Miss Trottle looked Steve over, she saw that he was getting hard and sporting a sizable trouser bulge for her as well.
Miss Trottle smiled to herself.
“Ok, boys, I have had a lovely afternoon, but it’s probably time for you two to head home.” She reached over to put her blouse back on.
Rich and Steve both looked a little confused by this.
"So you think this can just end whenever it’s convenient for you?" Steve said suddenly, surprising all of them and sounding a lot more mature than Rich had seconds earlier. "You think you just play with us and walk away when you’ve had enough?"
Miss Trottle shivered slightly. "Steve, listen..." She couldn’t force herself to speak any louder than just an elevated whisper.
"No, you listen, you tease!" Steve snapped back at her. "I don’t like girls who think they are too good for us, you know?"
"I... I..." the words were not there. Not at the moment.
"No, really. You think you can just parade in front of us like that, eh? You dress like that to turn on all the boys in class like some hotty, and when somebody calls you on it, you can just say no thanks? That’s not a good attitude, ma’am; what are you; just a no good cock-tease?"
“I am not a cock-tease,” Miss Trottle said, trying to sound forceful, but instead it came out as a weak petition.
“I think you are,” said Steve, stepping closer to her. “Why don’t you show us what you’ve got under those sexy skirts you’re always wearing with your fuck-me heels.”
“Wha-, Now?” Asked Miss Trottle. She could see the lust burning in the eyes of both boys, fueled by the alcohol and her own flirtations and it scared her, but excited her at the same time.
Grabbing her shoulders Steve turned her away from him and pushed her over the edge of the desk. “Show us you’re not a prick-tease, Miss T,” said Rich, “Or maybe we’ll just have to see for ourselves. Hold her down Rich,” he ordered as Rich quickly complied.
Bending down he placed his hands on his teacher’s warm nyloned calves and ran his hands slowly up her legs, scooting up her skirt.
“Damn, you’ve got some fine legs.” Steve murmured as his hands reached the top of her thighs and her skirt bunched up, preventing him from rubbing higher. “I used to jack off thinking about you opening your sexy legs for me. I always thought maybe you wore garter belts and stockings.”
Miss Trottle, swallowed heavily. She did, in fact, sometimes wear a garter and stockings when she was feeling particularly bold and sexy; but she wasn’t going to mention this to anybody.
“I’m more of a boob-man,” leered Rich, “I always wanted to see those tits of yours.”
“Wait, boys. Don’t you think you should slow down?” Miss Trottle suggested.
“Oh, we’re not going to slow down now. You got our motors all spun up, Miss T.” said Steve as he reached up to tug down the zipper of her skirt. “It’s time you deliver on what you’ve been advertising.” He pulled her skirt down to the floor, exposing the full lengths of her high-heeled, pantyhose-covered legs and ass.
“Fuck; your ass looks fine in those pantyhose,” said Steve, running his hands up her legs and over her bent ass. “Just like I dreamed it would. And your black thong is sexy underneath your pantyhose.”
“Let’s get her blouse off,” Rich urged his buddy, “I want to see her tits.”
Steve pressed up against Miss Trottle, who was still bent over the desk, and helped Rich pull off her white blouse.
“Careful!” Miss Trottle warned, “That’s a delicate blouse.”
“Oh yeah, we’ll be careful.” Steve promised. “As long as you treat us nice.”
“Yeah, really nice,” urged Rich. “Like Steve said, show us you’re not a prick-tease. Show us you want it, that’s why you were drinking beers with us and parading around in your bra and getting our cocks all hard. You wanted to get our cocks hard, and now you’re going to take care of ‘em for us, aren’t you.”
“I . . . well, maybe I did, but that doesn’t mean you can rip up my clothes.” Miss Trottle declared.
“Sorry about that. Now let’s see them pretty titties,” urged Rich as Steve unclasped the bra around her back.
As soon as Steve released the clip of her bra, Rich pulled it off exposing her firm tits and large pink nipples. He licked his lips in hungry anticipation.
“Well now,” said Rich, “It’s time you get your wish; we’re going to take our pants off. Be a good girl and stay right there, so we can both take our pants off like you wanted.”
Steve didn’t give her the chance, keeping her pinned against the desk while Rich unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear off to expose his throbbing erection as Miss Trottle watched in anxious consideration.
She couldn’t suppress a rush of pleasure and sexual excitement at seeing his sturdy young cock standing erect and eager for her.
As soon as Rich had his pants off, he moved forward to grasp her shoulders against the desk while Steve pulled back from behind her to shuck off his own trousers.
Miss Trottle didn’t turn to look, but seconds later she felt Steve’s warm, hard cock press against her nylon-covered ass.
Steve caressed her hips and slid his hard cock against the soft, nylon-encased, asscheeks of his sexy teacher. “Oh, Miss T; that’s nice,” he groaned.
Rich was eagerly caressing her breasts and toying with her nipples which were hard and erect with excitement.
Steve reached around to pinch her nipples while grinding his hard cock against her ass as Rich stepped back to watch and stroke his cock.
“She looks pretty hot in her heels and hose with you rubbing your cock up her backside,” Rich said while stroking his hard cock. “How about you stick your cock in her and we make her suck my cock?”
“I can’t fuck her through her pantyhose,” said Steve, “But I don’t want to go through the trouble of taking off her shoes and hose, besides, she looks pretty damn hot like that. Hand me those scissors.”
Rich handed Steve some scissors from the desk.
Steve stepped back and slid his hands up her legs to the crotch of her pantyhose so he could cut them open with the scissors. But paused, and said, “Damn Rich, she’s fucking wet; I guess she wants it from both of us.”
Miss Trottle had to suppress a little giggle. Of course it was true, she was quite wet. She had gotten excited showing off her bra-encased breasts to the boys and seeing their bulges. And she found herself getting wetter as they held her down and pulled out their hard cocks and played with her body.
Steve cut open the gusset of her pantyhose and slid his hand against her thong-covered pussy mound. “You want it, don’t you Miss T?”
“Uh-huh,” was her breathless reply.
“You’re going to finish what you started, aren’t you Miss T,” continued Steve, “if we let you go, you’ll take care of us real good, won’t you?”
“You know I will,” Miss Trottle promised sexily.
“Hot damn!” said Rich eagerly stroking his hard cock.
Steve stepped back from behind Miss Trottle, and without a word, she slipped to her knees as the boys released her and turned to face them.