Decorating Class

DECORATING CLASS

“Okay guys. It’s time to finish what you’re doing and start tidying up.” I called to the six young guys in my decorating class. “Conner, I’m going to the staff room to get changed, so you’re in charge. No messing around, you lot! I need to be out of here in 30 minutes.”
I’m a part-time leader for a Community Programme. The kids (usually 18 to 20 year olds) come to us for six months at a time to learn basic skills like joinery, brick laying, mechanics, or, in my case decorating. This, current group were good fun and keen learners. Their term would end on Friday, and I was staying late with them to help finish their project.
In the empty staff room I lit a cigarette as I took my bag from a locker. I was looking forward to tonight. I was leaving the programme, myself on Friday, to take up a position with company on the other side of town, so a few of us were going out for a few drinks to celebrate. Because I’d stayed late I was going to have to get washed and dressed on site, and get a taxi into town.
I threw my sweatshirt, boots and combat pants into my locker and turned the hot tap on. As I unhooked my bra, I turned to look at the door. “Gosh!” I thought, “What if one of them was to barge in and catch me looking like this.” Giggling, at such a naughty thought, I made sure that the door was firmly closed. Then after slipping my knickers off I quickly washed my private parts. Taking extra care with my freshly shaved pussy. My boss Sean was going to be there tonight and I hoped that ‘one thing might, lead to another’ and we could finally get the chance to have a quick fuck, before he had to go back to his wife.
It felt good walking, naked, around the room, knowing that at any moment one of my teenage charges could walk in and catch me. I took three pairs of pants out the bag and compared them. As I was beginning to feel horny I chose the smallest, slinkiest black g-string. It was so small that it hardly covered my ‘Brazilian’ stripe. Still smiling I decided not to wear a bra. I wanted Sean to get the message loud and clear! Without a bra my (34d) tits would look even bigger and wobblier than usual in my tight velvet/lycra dress. Fifteen minutes later, hair and make-up immaculate, I walked back into the workroom.
“Fucking Hell, Miss” Kyle whistled, “You look fucking gorgeous!”
“Mind your language, in front of a lady!” I reminded him.
“She doesn’t look like a fucking lady to me!” Jon Jon laughed, “More like a Porn Star!”
“Maybe she is.” Someone shouted, “Miss are you a Porn Star? ‘Cos if you are I’d like a blow-job!” I turned to see Gavin simulating masturbation with the shaft of a hammer.
“Alright. Calm down everybody. You’d think that you’d never seen a woman before, and Gavin, if that’s all that you’ve got, you’re no use to me.” I joked, and all of his friends burst out laughing.
“But, Miss. We’ve never seen you like this before………….your tits……..They’re fucking enormous!” he stammered. At work I always wore heavy loose fitting work clothes that disguised my ‘Rubenesque’ figure.
“Yeah Miss, show us your tits,” Jon Jon shouted, from the back. “Come on Miss,” Kyle pleaded, “You promised us a special treat if we did well.”
By now, all six boys were standing very close to me, leering at my sexy outfit. Embarrassed at their attention and foul language, I told them, “I meant that I would buy you some beer on Friday, after the presentation.”
“I’d rather see your tits!” Neil told me as he slid a hand over my left breast, and gently squeezed it.
“Me too, me too!” two or three shouted together. They were getting braver by the minute, and Gavin slipped one of my dress straps off my shoulder.
“What the Hell!” I thought, “I show them on the beach, so what harm will it cause? I’m leaving in two days, anyway.”
“Okay, okay! Stand back,” I told them, “If you promise to keep it a secret, you can have a quick look!” Stunned they all silently took a step backwards. As I took hold of the straps, I made them promise a second time to keep it a secret.
With all seven of us grinning like Cheshire cats, I slowly dropped the top of my dress exposing my swollen breasts to their teenage eyes.
“Fucking Hell! They’re fucking huge!” Kyle gasped as he held out a hand to touch them.
“No!